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.
eswaller
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 11:18pm
4th Oct 2019 11:18pm
Obsessed with Perfection - Visual Poetry
She was taught to see beauty and
Honesty in the mirror. All she sees
Are imperfections and lies she wishes
She could wipe away with her hand.
She aims to be a beauty queen and please
The little girl obsessed with the wrong ambition.
Honesty in the mirror. All she sees
Are imperfections and lies she wishes
She could wipe away with her hand.
She aims to be a beauty queen and please
The little girl obsessed with the wrong ambition.
#beauty
#OCD
#obsession
1871 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 10:52pm
26th Sep 2019 10:52pm
BEHIND THE MASK
Have you ever encounter someone that seems mentally stable that they got it all together but yet beneath the surface of there mind and heart and soul, lays a deeper dark secret that they are afraid to share with the world that would shock you to your very soul, for we all suffer from some kind of an disorder of some kind or another whether its mentally or emotional till we feel afraid to tell anyone or show anyone who and what we are in real life.
...
...
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#PTSD
#Autism
686 reads
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 5:02am
7th Jul 2019 5:02am
STUCK LIKE CHUCK
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck's luck
Was sucked and fukked up and struck by upchuck
Upchucked struck
Sucked and fukked luck
Like a stuck up duck with a stuck dump truck and twenty two bucks
How much wood
Could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck
Would chuck wood real good where he should
I got a fukk for a duck
a duck for a fukk
and a twenty dollar bill for a fukkd up duck
and I don't give a flying duck fukk
About how much wood
A woodchuck chucks
Fukk A ducK
If a woodchuck's luck
Was sucked and fukked up and struck by upchuck
Upchucked struck
Sucked and fukked luck
Like a stuck up duck with a stuck dump truck and twenty two bucks
How much wood
Could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck
Would chuck wood real good where he should
I got a fukk for a duck
a duck for a fukk
and a twenty dollar bill for a fukkd up duck
and I don't give a flying duck fukk
About how much wood
A woodchuck chucks
Fukk A ducK
#anxiety
#bipolar
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#funny
628 reads
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th May 2019 12:08pm
7th May 2019 12:08pm
PENNIES IN THE BANK
Right on cue right out of the blue
By the skin of false teeth
and not a moment too soon
An ending unwritten
Gun shy twice bitten as the setting suns setting
See words the pale man's written
Written by the light of the moon
A penny for your thoughtz
On the thoughtz that we forgot
On the thing's that we sought when we thought we ought not
Just keep your twos cents worth
No wait on second thought
I done forgot the rethought with this unthought thought
"Everything that has a price it may be sought but not be bought
So if you...
By the skin of false teeth
and not a moment too soon
An ending unwritten
Gun shy twice bitten as the setting suns setting
See words the pale man's written
Written by the light of the moon
A penny for your thoughtz
On the thoughtz that we forgot
On the thing's that we sought when we thought we ought not
Just keep your twos cents worth
No wait on second thought
I done forgot the rethought with this unthought thought
"Everything that has a price it may be sought but not be bought
So if you...
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia
#funny
#OCD
585 reads
2 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
17th Mar 2019 1:26am
17th Mar 2019 1:26am
Higher than the sunrise in the sky of Van Nuys
I was headed back at sunrise
from getting fried in Saint Ives
As I met a guy name rusty with 77 ex wives
He was in disguise so in plain sight he could hide
With 88 dull knives and with one prize to surprise
His 77 ex wives had 99 kinds of vibes
99 different vibes inside despicably are despised
Behind bloodshot bone dry tear deprived eyes
Under cold black skies telling partly cloudy lies
Drawing dying flying flies and ready to connive
Rusty in disguise he can barely get by
With his knives and ex wives and surprise...
from getting fried in Saint Ives
As I met a guy name rusty with 77 ex wives
He was in disguise so in plain sight he could hide
With 88 dull knives and with one prize to surprise
His 77 ex wives had 99 kinds of vibes
99 different vibes inside despicably are despised
Behind bloodshot bone dry tear deprived eyes
Under cold black skies telling partly cloudy lies
Drawing dying flying flies and ready to connive
Rusty in disguise he can barely get by
With his knives and ex wives and surprise...
#bipolar
#insomnia
#addiction
#OCD
#funny
599 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 9:54pm
15th Jan 2019 9:54pm
Can You Hear Me Now ?
If I Did Not Listen To You The First Time
Just Why Do You Keep On Tryin'
Is It Just A Momentary Obsession
Or A Serious Disorder You Did Not Mention
I Only Ask You To Pay Attention
So There Will Be No Misapprehension
No Contention Hypertension
Condescension Reprehension
Let's Not Need An Intervention
This Love Is Just Your Invention
Some Late Night Belief Suspension
Hear My Words Abstention And Dissension
Just Why Do You Keep On Tryin'
Is It Just A Momentary Obsession
Or A Serious Disorder You Did Not Mention
I Only Ask You To Pay Attention
So There Will Be No Misapprehension
No Contention Hypertension
Condescension Reprehension
Let's Not Need An Intervention
This Love Is Just Your Invention
Some Late Night Belief Suspension
Hear My Words Abstention And Dissension
#rejection
#relationships
#OCD #honesty
#OCD #honesty
575 reads
6 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 5:59pm
14th Dec 2018 5:59pm
The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
...
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#disability
538 reads
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Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
12th Oct 2018 9:59am
12th Oct 2018 9:59am
Different views
What you see as paranoia,
I see as being prepared for everything
...even when some of the things are improbable and impossible.
You say I am a bundle of anxiety.
I say I am just overly rational and can already know for certain that things will go wrong.
You declare me double checking the door obsessive,
Especially when I do it six times in a row.
I would tell you I'm just making sure we are safe.
I check all the books on my shelf twice a day to make sure they are all still in order.
You told me to stop because it is weird..
But I know for...
I see as being prepared for everything
...even when some of the things are improbable and impossible.
You say I am a bundle of anxiety.
I say I am just overly rational and can already know for certain that things will go wrong.
You declare me double checking the door obsessive,
Especially when I do it six times in a row.
I would tell you I'm just making sure we are safe.
I check all the books on my shelf twice a day to make sure they are all still in order.
You told me to stop because it is weird..
But I know for...
#breakup
#OCD
#MentalHealth #myself
#MentalHealth #myself
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0 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
28th Sep 2018 1:43pm
28th Sep 2018 1:43pm
My Mistress
can’t let her go
my painkiller
void filler
comforter
& destroyer
food controller
think about her
day and night
addictive bitch
wanna break free
but she won’t let go
Why would she?
for she is me
the need to
control took
control over me
got me under a spell
my painkiller
void filler
comforter
& destroyer
food controller
think about her
day and night
addictive bitch
wanna break free
but she won’t let go
Why would she?
for she is me
the need to
control took
control over me
got me under a spell
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1582 reads
34 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
19th Sep 2018 00:22am
19th Sep 2018 00:22am
Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG
This, a near imp
possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
all because ordinary healthy
electrons deployed aye
did NOT see usual expected
...
This, a near imp
possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
all because ordinary healthy
electrons deployed aye
did NOT see usual expected
...
#anxiety
#dreams
#inspirational
#OCD
#meditation
524 reads
2 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 11:28am
31st Aug 2018 11:28am
Deliver Me
the signs of
self destruction
start to show
it takes a toll
on body & soul
skin & bones
it came back
way too strong
despite fear
self doubt
and shame
the need to
deliver this
fragile frame
steadily grows
to feel safe
and small
be able to
finally let go
of control
to surrender
my mind to ...
self destruction
start to show
it takes a toll
on body & soul
skin & bones
it came back
way too strong
despite fear
self doubt
and shame
the need to
deliver this
fragile frame
steadily grows
to feel safe
and small
be able to
finally let go
of control
to surrender
my mind to ...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1006 reads
24 Comments
Breakingbenjamin
Benjamin
Benjamin
Poem Published
17th Aug 2018 6:08pm
17th Aug 2018 6:08pm
Last words.
Its a shame it took me so long to discover the power of words,
I am not quite like the rest, an animal I am but the beast you portray I am not.
I have regrets, more then most I presume,
But the pervertions on a rather constant stream that have invaded my mind............ That part doesn't matter, because you will never, ever fucking understand the never ending abuse I see in my mind, the horrific things that happen to some of the ones I love most in my mind, imagine it was your own, you all ready have,,,, but until you can see and live with these atrocities in your thoughts...
I am not quite like the rest, an animal I am but the beast you portray I am not.
I have regrets, more then most I presume,
But the pervertions on a rather constant stream that have invaded my mind............ That part doesn't matter, because you will never, ever fucking understand the never ending abuse I see in my mind, the horrific things that happen to some of the ones I love most in my mind, imagine it was your own, you all ready have,,,, but until you can see and live with these atrocities in your thoughts...
#regret
#hate
#rebirth
#OCD
#FeelingTrapped
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1 Comment
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