OCD Poems
#OCD
OCD poems, poetry about obsessive–compulsive disorder, a mental disorder based on repetition, rituals and obsessions. OCD poems, written by sufferers, examining the impact OCD has on their lives and mental health.
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th May 2020 4:33am
25th May 2020 4:33am
A place for my head
I've got to find my light again
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
But that work belongs to another day
I've got to find a place for my head
to rest and wipe away the gray sediment
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#myself
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Crazontheinside
Poem Published
21st May 2020 4:36am
21st May 2020 4:36am
OCD - Through constant repetition
I'm a living disorder
Ill wear you out, debilitating
Ill bring chaos, disorder
I go by a name
O.C.D”
I try to keep it together
But I live with a curse
That makes me act crazy
I guess it could be worse
I try to keep it together
When my world is out of place
Thinking up the many scenarios
Like will they live another day
I try to keep it together
But Im tired of being certain
Tired of seeing on and off
Tired of buttons and switches
I try to keep it together
When things do go as planned
As i seem...
Ill wear you out, debilitating
Ill bring chaos, disorder
I go by a name
O.C.D”
I try to keep it together
But I live with a curse
That makes me act crazy
I guess it could be worse
I try to keep it together
When my world is out of place
Thinking up the many scenarios
Like will they live another day
I try to keep it together
But Im tired of being certain
Tired of seeing on and off
Tired of buttons and switches
I try to keep it together
When things do go as planned
As i seem...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
101 reads
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
13th May 2020 2:06am
13th May 2020 2:06am
The Glare Of My Inequity: Reckless And Inert
Daily reflection produces reliable diagnoses but I don't have the course to repair that which is broken
To stare at the glare of my inequity before you would require an admission of my faults; a pennywise fool such as I could not bare that weight in front of you all
Reckless
inert
a lonesome pillar
I fail to hold up my insignificant world
To stare at the glare of my inequity before you would require an admission of my faults; a pennywise fool such as I could not bare that weight in front of you all
Reckless
inert
a lonesome pillar
I fail to hold up my insignificant world
#anxiety
#depression
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 00:14am
2nd May 2020 00:14am
Hand Over Hand: Out of the Void
My mind is cluttered as I search for calm
Like a bone being set after the fall
Pain will come before the dawn
I pick myself up and carry on
Walking through static
to reach the land of white noise
hand over hand
I'll climb out of the void
Like a bone being set after the fall
Pain will come before the dawn
I pick myself up and carry on
Walking through static
to reach the land of white noise
hand over hand
I'll climb out of the void
#anxiety
#identity
#OCD
#myself
#symbolism
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Stoney223
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 2:57pm
27th Apr 2020 2:57pm
BEHIND THESE EYES
Behind these eyes when we go to a place of mere separation from life and the world, we can feel the deepness swirling within our soul and mind. Screaming at us hollering our name at loud telling us, that there is no were to hide except behind a mask as an disguise. For as the whispers of the darkness creeps into the subconsciousness of our mind, we try to hide that we are not afraid of the darkness and thunder and lightning. That shots across the darken skies, making us feel nothing at all deep down inside of us except darkness swirling around like whispers of the winds. Leaving the utmost...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#PTSD
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 00:31am
25th Apr 2020 00:31am
Fancy and Fantasy: A Magical Affair
I'm escaping into a world of fantasy
where crows and skeletons capture my fancy; this patchwork relief won't be lasting but at least I can find piece in the distracting
In the sounds of those people acting
My focus takes root
My sanity finds traction
Their thoughts lead to my actions
I'll be better soon...
where crows and skeletons capture my fancy; this patchwork relief won't be lasting but at least I can find piece in the distracting
In the sounds of those people acting
My focus takes root
My sanity finds traction
Their thoughts lead to my actions
I'll be better soon...
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
#escape
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 3:26am
22nd Apr 2020 3:26am
The Land Of The Numb: Echoing Thoughts
All is well
in the land of the numb
at least until
the cold night comes
and the echoing thoughts
Like freezing rain permeate
my fragile crown
and leave me in dire straits
Cold is the night
with those I love still near
I fear I'll freeze solid
without them here
in the land of the numb
at least until
the cold night comes
and the echoing thoughts
Like freezing rain permeate
my fragile crown
and leave me in dire straits
Cold is the night
with those I love still near
I fear I'll freeze solid
without them here
#identity
#moon
#night
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 1:48am
20th Apr 2020 1:48am
A Fortress In The Sun: Circumambulation
I'm circumambulating toward calm
as my eyes trace the lines
carved into my palms
Scattered and stable
ordered and entropic at once
I am contradiction
in flesh and blood
Disacociation thatched with anxiety
this is my fortress; my palace in the sun
this is the place
where I'm safe but numb
as my eyes trace the lines
carved into my palms
Scattered and stable
ordered and entropic at once
I am contradiction
in flesh and blood
Disacociation thatched with anxiety
this is my fortress; my palace in the sun
this is the place
where I'm safe but numb
#anxiety
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 1:21am
19th Apr 2020 1:21am
Brick By Brick; Stroke By Stroke: The Valley Of Panic
Brick by brick my resolve will reform
Stroke by stroke I'll swim out of the storm
Looking toward the future once more
this feeling is fragile
but I'm up off the floor
Just trying to walk on the thin wire
between tired and static
to stay out of the valley of mania and panic
Stroke by stroke I'll swim out of the storm
Looking toward the future once more
this feeling is fragile
but I'm up off the floor
Just trying to walk on the thin wire
between tired and static
to stay out of the valley of mania and panic
#anxiety
#strength
#identity
#OCD
#myself
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Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 00:29am
16th Apr 2020 00:29am
Obsessively, Compulsively Obsessive Compulsive: Rumination
Obsessive compulsive
Upsetting and repulsive
The thoughts storm my ramparts
and jam up my drawbridge
For weeks and weeks
I have dreaded convulsion
Weak to my own mind
By which I'm assaulted
The pressure in my veins
Is off the charts
The way I operate
I'll bring on my own harm
If I don't slow down
If I don't regroup
If I don't find solid ground
Sometime soon
But I'm reconnecting
Reaching out
Getting help and finding hope
in the love that surrounds
Upsetting and repulsive
The thoughts storm my ramparts
and jam up my drawbridge
For weeks and weeks
I have dreaded convulsion
Weak to my own mind
By which I'm assaulted
The pressure in my veins
Is off the charts
The way I operate
I'll bring on my own harm
If I don't slow down
If I don't regroup
If I don't find solid ground
Sometime soon
But I'm reconnecting
Reaching out
Getting help and finding hope
in the love that surrounds
#anxiety
#depression
#strength
#OCD
#myself
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Stoney223
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 12:25pm
8th Mar 2020 12:25pm
SUFFERING WITHIN SILENCE
In this cold hard cycle of life, there are those of us who suffer in silence afraid of reveiling our true self to the world around us afraid of being judge by others, by those who have not fully understood nor understand what is it like to be us living a daily life of trying to be accepted by the world for who and what we are to thyself. For we are no more different then you even though we appear to be normal, but yet we suffer with an mental inbalance just trying to fit within a society that frowns upon those of us that are different those, who are different in mind and emotions but yet we...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD
#PTSD
#Autism
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samael
Poem Published
30th Dec 2019 9:05pm
30th Dec 2019 9:05pm
Weathered worn memo book #3
Remind me of the pretty perfect purple lights
2AM neon laundromat music on repeat
quarters sloshing into the mis matched black socks
dial tone driftwood beat me to death
dial out
drinking words fast as you can pour
last set at Knoxville
humming solid state bass amps resonate against the puppet theatre backdrop
iron spider
electric prey
crown the victor
baste me as the venom sprays
2AM neon laundromat music on repeat
quarters sloshing into the mis matched black socks
dial tone driftwood beat me to death
dial out
drinking words fast as you can pour
last set at Knoxville
humming solid state bass amps resonate against the puppet theatre backdrop
iron spider
electric prey
crown the victor
baste me as the venom sprays
#secrets
#identity
#OCD #MentalHealth
#OCD #MentalHealth
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