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.
lena8expressions
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 1:45pm
15th Aug 2017 1:45pm
Arcadia
Let me take you away.
To that place that only you and I know exists.
Dark, yet so dazzling.
Dirty, yet so luscious.
Demented and so very enticing.
Forget the barriers, our conscience and obligations, for a miniscule moment.
That moment will embody an eternity of salvation.
Us escaping. Into a euphoric Kingdom.
Some might say, a fortress of Hell.
Greed, self-indulgence. It's all in the eyes of the beholder.
Freedom from the constraints of conformity, I say.
To that place that only you and I know exists.
Dark, yet so dazzling.
Dirty, yet so luscious.
Demented and so very enticing.
Forget the barriers, our conscience and obligations, for a miniscule moment.
That moment will embody an eternity of salvation.
Us escaping. Into a euphoric Kingdom.
Some might say, a fortress of Hell.
Greed, self-indulgence. It's all in the eyes of the beholder.
Freedom from the constraints of conformity, I say.
#anxiety
#bipolar
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#obsession
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Duende
Poem Published
12th Dec 2016 7:00pm
12th Dec 2016 7:00pm
Eyesore
shut your mouth
shield your emotions
swallow them down
all the anger and rage
the resentment and pain
the self-hatred and shame
the fear of not being
good enough
i tried to change
to be someone else
but i’m always invisible
unworthy and untouchable
unwanted and unlovable
the eyesore that is me
this mia and ana
who live inside me
both my best friends
and my worst enemies
...
shield your emotions
swallow them down
all the anger and rage
the resentment and pain
the self-hatred and shame
the fear of not being
good enough
i tried to change
to be someone else
but i’m always invisible
unworthy and untouchable
unwanted and unlovable
the eyesore that is me
this mia and ana
who live inside me
both my best friends
and my worst enemies
...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1296 reads
43 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
18th Nov 2016 6:17pm
18th Nov 2016 6:17pm
Goodbye
it screams, it rages
when will she kill me?
just a matter of time
she wraps her tentacles
around me // slowly
she destroys me
this monster
i created
build her
myself from
my own D.N.A.
and let her become
much stronger than me
by giving her all my power
how stupid can you be?
deep within me it screams
it...
when will she kill me?
just a matter of time
she wraps her tentacles
around me // slowly
she destroys me
this monster
i created
build her
myself from
my own D.N.A.
and let her become
much stronger than me
by giving her all my power
how stupid can you be?
deep within me it screams
it...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
751 reads
Maenad
Poem Published
25th Sep 2016 6:42am
25th Sep 2016 6:42am
OCD Signals
External OCD
Is indicative of internal disharmony
For when you're a mess
You're constantly trying to straighten up
Anything
Is indicative of internal disharmony
For when you're a mess
You're constantly trying to straighten up
Anything
#OCD
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
663 reads
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patrickbirdener
Poem Published
11th Jun 2016 6:54am
11th Jun 2016 6:54am
From Summer/Autumn 2009 IV
Said the caffeine dependent obsessive compulsive
to himself
But I don’t wanna be naked
And making my rounds in a room second floor,
Bare window blocked only by
A broadly branching tree, screaming
Children on the ground.
But this is a happily leaping demon
I allow, so I can list my
Singing angel muse,
Though she weep a lazy day.
…Push, shove. Give, take.
Your picture goes far beyond a mirror, but my piece is
...
to himself
But I don’t wanna be naked
And making my rounds in a room second floor,
Bare window blocked only by
A broadly branching tree, screaming
Children on the ground.
But this is a happily leaping demon
I allow, so I can list my
Singing angel muse,
Though she weep a lazy day.
…Push, shove. Give, take.
Your picture goes far beyond a mirror, but my piece is
...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#OCD
#myself
#SelfReflection
737 reads
4 Comments
highwaytohell
Greg
Greg
Poem Published
6th May 2016 7:38pm
6th May 2016 7:38pm
The descent into madness
Doing pointless things
exhibit A-writing
Why?
not sure
just cause
perhaps the repetitive taps
add to a routine relaxation
an irony within itself
as repetitiveness becomes relentless
Exhibit B-creating counter arguments
a desperate attempt playing devils advocate
arguing over stupid little thing
making them seem like the end of humanity
all for what...
worse then that
is arguing for the other side
nullifying my own argument
Exhibit C-fiddling
no matter what something must always be done ...
exhibit A-writing
Why?
not sure
just cause
perhaps the repetitive taps
add to a routine relaxation
an irony within itself
as repetitiveness becomes relentless
Exhibit B-creating counter arguments
a desperate attempt playing devils advocate
arguing over stupid little thing
making them seem like the end of humanity
all for what...
worse then that
is arguing for the other side
nullifying my own argument
Exhibit C-fiddling
no matter what something must always be done ...
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#myself
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
4th May 2016 11:38am
4th May 2016 11:38am
OCD
Oxy2016Dup
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I know I gotta stop
But a strong urge nudge my gut
I need to sleep and rest
But my mind still races
Read! Read! Read! Read!
Until the whole series' finished
Draw! Draw! Draw! Draw!
Until my hand can't move no more
Watch! Watch! Watch! Watch!
Until all season episode's final touch
At one time or the other
I get to obsess on something
At 13, I read the Bible from cover to cover
Continously, resting only by a thread
At 16, I learned...
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I know I gotta stop
But a strong urge nudge my gut
I need to sleep and rest
But my mind still races
Read! Read! Read! Read!
Until the whole series' finished
Draw! Draw! Draw! Draw!
Until my hand can't move no more
Watch! Watch! Watch! Watch!
Until all season episode's final touch
At one time or the other
I get to obsess on something
At 13, I read the Bible from cover to cover
Continously, resting only by a thread
At 16, I learned...
#OCD
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1 Comment
crowfly
Poem Published
29th Jun 2015 4:35pm
29th Jun 2015 4:35pm
Crose
Elegant even in mourning
And dressed in designer black
The most composed of us observes
"We have always been dysfunctional"
Actually lightening the mood as we seek closure
"The curse of the Crows" our youngest quips
Forcing a smile to his pale lips
He can't help but recall early demonstrations
Initial symptoms of OCD
Flare ups of childhood rage
Later intervals of morbid silence
And stunted growth in social interaction
Not helped in the least by various substances
Whatever it took to numb his skull
Still later...
And dressed in designer black
The most composed of us observes
"We have always been dysfunctional"
Actually lightening the mood as we seek closure
"The curse of the Crows" our youngest quips
Forcing a smile to his pale lips
He can't help but recall early demonstrations
Initial symptoms of OCD
Flare ups of childhood rage
Later intervals of morbid silence
And stunted growth in social interaction
Not helped in the least by various substances
Whatever it took to numb his skull
Still later...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#OCD #MentalHealth
#OCD #MentalHealth
1009 reads
19 Comments
DancingAlone
Calum Oliver
Calum Oliver
Poem Published
9th Mar 2015 11:24pm
9th Mar 2015 11:24pm
Obsessive
Five four three two.
Nobody know why you do what you do.
It is kinda a secret, but really not.
It is obvious if you really watch.
Count the numbers.
Count the steps.
Keep everything clean.
No time for rest.
Can not stop at nein, go one more.
1,2,3,4
Do not touch anyone.
Or anything.
Past all of the germs,
Nobody sees.
Do not shake hands.
Do not give hugs.
Do not really think I can.
Just think of the bugs.
5, six, 7, eight
Balanced pody and perfect weight.
7, eight, 9, ten.
It is not a choice but they do not...
Nobody know why you do what you do.
It is kinda a secret, but really not.
It is obvious if you really watch.
Count the numbers.
Count the steps.
Keep everything clean.
No time for rest.
Can not stop at nein, go one more.
1,2,3,4
Do not touch anyone.
Or anything.
Past all of the germs,
Nobody sees.
Do not shake hands.
Do not give hugs.
Do not really think I can.
Just think of the bugs.
5, six, 7, eight
Balanced pody and perfect weight.
7, eight, 9, ten.
It is not a choice but they do not...
#rhyming
#OCD
#myself
940 reads
8 Comments
aloneinthenight
Poem Published
11th Dec 2014 2:00am
11th Dec 2014 2:00am
ocd controls me
My hands ache
My heart breaks
I can't take
Any more torture
My brain itch
This Mindless tick
The is no fix
Its killing me
O C D
controlling me
Can't break free
Just finish it
My heart breaks
I can't take
Any more torture
My brain itch
This Mindless tick
The is no fix
Its killing me
O C D
controlling me
Can't break free
Just finish it
#OCD
760 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
13th Nov 2011 1:11pm
13th Nov 2011 1:11pm
So
Self expressed for easy living,
you raise the stakes
and leave them here
in the kitchen
underneath the blackened toast.
I'll swear when I find it there
when cleaning
as I don't like dirty
surfaces
and put it in the black bin liner
with ashtray stubs and smashed glasses.
House parties never dull the
beauty of a bet, especially not the bet
we made
upon my heart and soul
though I wished it was all
strategy.
We're pathetic,
foolish souls,
you live freely while I try
carefully not to tread
on your toes
and...
you raise the stakes
and leave them here
in the kitchen
underneath the blackened toast.
I'll swear when I find it there
when cleaning
as I don't like dirty
surfaces
and put it in the black bin liner
with ashtray stubs and smashed glasses.
House parties never dull the
beauty of a bet, especially not the bet
we made
upon my heart and soul
though I wished it was all
strategy.
We're pathetic,
foolish souls,
you live freely while I try
carefully not to tread
on your toes
and...
#love
#relationships
#OCD
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