Poems About OCD by Top Critiquers
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Poems about OCD by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
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
652 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 9:59pm
3rd Oct 2024 9:59pm
The Incapable Peasant of OZ
There once was a pitiful Stalinist
whose brow was not sufficiently high
which let Democrats get him super pissed...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
He was on the internet, all alone,
worried about some collectivist guy
who triggered him into a bitch and moan...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
The skies grew dark with flying Trump-pan-zees
dressed up like Bonaparte drones in the sky
but having a hard time capping the knees...
of pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
They spent their money on...
whose brow was not sufficiently high
which let Democrats get him super pissed...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
He was on the internet, all alone,
worried about some collectivist guy
who triggered him into a bitch and moan...
at pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
The skies grew dark with flying Trump-pan-zees
dressed up like Bonaparte drones in the sky
but having a hard time capping the knees...
of pedos and Nazis and crows, oh my!
They spent their money on...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#OCD
#unicorns
257 reads
10 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:00pm
18th Oct 2024 2:00pm
D's Poetry
about the writing
process in here
& how it goes
it usually starts
with music a pic
and concept or
favorite quote
words on paper
left to simmer for
a couple of days
at times weeks
adding pieces &
deleting bits next
is over and over
finetuning lines
it's a nightmare
a perfectionist to
the core the bar
is set high and
the control freak
doesn't make any
concessions to the
content, format & flow
process in here
& how it goes
it usually starts
with music a pic
and concept or
favorite quote
words on paper
left to simmer for
a couple of days
at times weeks
adding pieces &
deleting bits next
is over and over
finetuning lines
it's a nightmare
a perfectionist to
the core the bar
is set high and
the control freak
doesn't make any
concessions to the
content, format & flow
#OCD
#WritingPoetry
348 reads
44 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
Neurasthenia
maybe could
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD #fear
#OCD #fear
305 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Aug 2022 00:10am
15th Aug 2022 00:10am
Number Compulsion, Obtuse Desires, Humidity, Abstracted
That's what I do
Do you see yourself in my obsession ?
The humidity covers me in desire
Paintings created in aura and calculated embraces
AC unit humming in a monotonous roar
Almost singing
I bound you tighter than usual
The rope is new, imported, supply chain issues
Your skin raw from the flagrant foul of sensation
Too much caffeine
You're jumping out of your skin
Twisting, Gyrating, damp
You'll suffer but want more
Always more
We've been here before
Magical bdsm
An experienced pro submissive
In my...
Do you see yourself in my obsession ?
The humidity covers me in desire
Paintings created in aura and calculated embraces
AC unit humming in a monotonous roar
Almost singing
I bound you tighter than usual
The rope is new, imported, supply chain issues
Your skin raw from the flagrant foul of sensation
Too much caffeine
You're jumping out of your skin
Twisting, Gyrating, damp
You'll suffer but want more
Always more
We've been here before
Magical bdsm
An experienced pro submissive
In my...
#BDSM
#lover
#OCD
#art
#suffering
631 reads
44 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 4:46pm
7th Dec 2023 4:46pm
A Penlight
Cancel out the darkness
learning to read
what might be remembered
with a penlight
silencing the echoes
with a magic marker
until you get your sight back
from exploring the unknown
walking alone
with a penlight
listening to your awareness
learning to read
what might be remembered
with a penlight
silencing the echoes
with a magic marker
until you get your sight back
from exploring the unknown
walking alone
with a penlight
listening to your awareness
#OCD
#acceptance
193 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 2:51pm
13th Jan 2025 2:51pm
Of Insects & Order
I’d come to adore you in your blue hat
on a silent afternoon, thought furrowed,
cigarette in hand while furious traffic
ploughed on beneath a balcony,
twin cups of tea on a city’s smudged stone
while you talked of everything
and nothing at all
childhood
council-tax
the telly pulled from a skip
in the dead of night
that needed a new plug
there was something comforting there,
as if all the junk in your head became mine
in some unimportant corner of the world.
Talking to you
was just like talking...
on a silent afternoon, thought furrowed,
cigarette in hand while furious traffic
ploughed on beneath a balcony,
twin cups of tea on a city’s smudged stone
while you talked of everything
and nothing at all
childhood
council-tax
the telly pulled from a skip
in the dead of night
that needed a new plug
there was something comforting there,
as if all the junk in your head became mine
in some unimportant corner of the world.
Talking to you
was just like talking...
#friendship
#OCD
135 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
This Path of Uncertainty
I know this path…
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#OCD
175 reads
1 Comment
faithmairee
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
7th Dec 2023 11:22am
OCD
When OCD is in my head
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
It fills me up
With so much dread
And thoughts of disastrous
Events appearing real
The "what if's" come
It's fear that I feel
What's best for now
Is some needed distraction
To help me focus
On something of value
A slow deep breath
Makes for a productive start
The door was shut
But now it's open
To help me move in
A different direction
A glance up at the sky
A bird flying high
Can help me to get
Alright in my mind
#anxiety
#OCD
#MentalHealth
313 reads
17 Comments
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