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.
veganpoet
Bumped 19th Jun 2022 1:46pm
7th Jun 2022 6:59pm
7th Jun 2022 6:59pm
A Brief Glimpse Of Neurodivergence Appears Like A Shaft Of Light In The Photon-Starved Darkness
A world waiting to shatter,
high definition pictures of the atmosphere
pregnant with the crimson bruises
of temporal estrangement
motions destructive
isolation seductive
into the mind's vibrating eye
I journey
a portent of shuddering violence
manifests as a ferocious gristle of fear
torn from this cowardly shipwreck of a soul
and left to rot in the full wicked smile
of the serrated sunlight;
a harmony
turned into stench
a calm
violated
a whisper like a...
high definition pictures of the atmosphere
pregnant with the crimson bruises
of temporal estrangement
motions destructive
isolation seductive
into the mind's vibrating eye
I journey
a portent of shuddering violence
manifests as a ferocious gristle of fear
torn from this cowardly shipwreck of a soul
and left to rot in the full wicked smile
of the serrated sunlight;
a harmony
turned into stench
a calm
violated
a whisper like a...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#emotional
#SelfDiscovery
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 7:39pm
20th Apr 2022 7:39pm
neurotic
skip songs
knock three
times precisely
pause microwave
at twenty
five seconds
hit shuffle
can’t listen
to this
song one
more time
again to
even it
out, quick!
turn the
alarm off
the phone
if you’re
too late
you’re dead
don’t lock
the door?
he will
be there
to haunt
with knives
why don’t
they understand?
these compulsions
control.. control..
controls me
i think
can’t get
a grip
a meteor ...
knock three
times precisely
pause microwave
at twenty
five seconds
hit shuffle
can’t listen
to this
song one
more time
again to
even it
out, quick!
turn the
alarm off
the phone
if you’re
too late
you’re dead
don’t lock
the door?
he will
be there
to haunt
with knives
why don’t
they understand?
these compulsions
control.. control..
controls me
i think
can’t get
a grip
a meteor ...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2022
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2022
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
4th Mar 2022 6:29pm
4th Mar 2022 6:29pm
Slowburn
I’ve been noticing
How fkn exhausting it is to
Be the particular way that I am
About things being done
The right way
And I’ve
Been wanting
For a life of higher luxury
To pamper myself with status
Adorning myself with
Earthly desires
Filling the
Void
That stares back
I usually do it with music
Rap has been bumping
To my heartbeat and
Keeping me going
While arousing
Me too
Consuming the
Things I can have because
Right now...
How fkn exhausting it is to
Be the particular way that I am
About things being done
The right way
And I’ve
Been wanting
For a life of higher luxury
To pamper myself with status
Adorning myself with
Earthly desires
Filling the
Void
That stares back
I usually do it with music
Rap has been bumping
To my heartbeat and
Keeping me going
While arousing
Me too
Consuming the
Things I can have because
Right now...
#SelfHarm
#insomnia
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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abraxas93
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 4:16pm
4th Oct 2021 4:16pm
Perfectionism
I'm a perfectionist in every minor, useless, absurd detail. Especially in details, because perfection seems attainable there.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.
This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.
2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.
#funny
#OCD
#MentalHealth
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 7:44am
17th Feb 2021 7:44am
Excoriation Dissorder
Unconsciously picking at imperfections in skin
Having thousands upon thousands of tiny scars
A body of constellations of marks; of history
The hidden depth of the urge to pick
It starts off slow... As most things tend to do
Scratching off scabs from those minor wounds
Peeling off those skin bits around the nails
Tugging the chapped skin off the bottom lip
Popping and tearing open ache on the face
Over aggressively riping out ingrown hair
Not being able to look in a mirror too long
Not being able to keep nails longer than a few...
Having thousands upon thousands of tiny scars
A body of constellations of marks; of history
The hidden depth of the urge to pick
It starts off slow... As most things tend to do
Scratching off scabs from those minor wounds
Peeling off those skin bits around the nails
Tugging the chapped skin off the bottom lip
Popping and tearing open ache on the face
Over aggressively riping out ingrown hair
Not being able to look in a mirror too long
Not being able to keep nails longer than a few...
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 19th Oct 2020 8:45am
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
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JetNikolai
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 00:07am
25th Aug 2020 00:07am
Night Terrors
A night terror a night keeps sleep out of sight.
I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you
not out of wanting or even need.
These thoughts and dreams will just never leave.
Every night I take a pill,
in the hope of sleeping sound and still.
But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter.
stabbing, ripping, thrashing about
ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt
smash my head into the wall or make a great fall.
At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you
not out of wanting or even need.
These thoughts and dreams will just never leave.
Every night I take a pill,
in the hope of sleeping sound and still.
But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter.
stabbing, ripping, thrashing about
ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt
smash my head into the wall or make a great fall.
At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
#insomnia
#OCD
#nightmares
#apathy
#fear
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faithmairee
Poem Published
16th Aug 2020 8:53am
16th Aug 2020 8:53am
My Dis-ease
My dis-ease tells me
trust no one
let no one close
enough to see
what's going on
inside of me
hide my fears
so no one can see
the terror inside
that cripples me
it's hard as hell
to live my life
with such unease
don't pity me
or judge my ways
these obsessions
and compulsions
never go away
I want to go back
to the days
when things
did not go on
this way.
trust no one
let no one close
enough to see
what's going on
inside of me
hide my fears
so no one can see
the terror inside
that cripples me
it's hard as hell
to live my life
with such unease
don't pity me
or judge my ways
these obsessions
and compulsions
never go away
I want to go back
to the days
when things
did not go on
this way.
#OCD
#MentalHealth
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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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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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