Poems about Obsession
#obsession
Poems about obsession, here you'll find poetry about being infatuated with someone or something. Poems about compulsive and obsessive thoughts and actions.
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:58am
Yesterday 5:58am
Blessed Desolation
You don't know her like I do, the way she glides through the unknown.
The way she gracefully soaks in the tragedy of it all.
Seeing her dance where turmoil wouldn't dare bask in her presence.
How anguish has kissed her delicate skin, yet she still shows no reactions to all the misfortunes placed upon her.
Even when wrath has taken refuge in her heart.
And hatred saturating her mind upon the nights of remembrance.
It all drips off her frame like the most beautiful nymph bathing in the lakes of Tartarus.
She only...
The way she gracefully soaks in the tragedy of it all.
Seeing her dance where turmoil wouldn't dare bask in her presence.
How anguish has kissed her delicate skin, yet she still shows no reactions to all the misfortunes placed upon her.
Even when wrath has taken refuge in her heart.
And hatred saturating her mind upon the nights of remembrance.
It all drips off her frame like the most beautiful nymph bathing in the lakes of Tartarus.
She only...
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
#temptation
#obsession
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TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:19am
Yesterday 4:19am
Midnight Moth
My midnight bathed moth, fluttering amongst the darkness of the night.
Swirling around this cold weary place with those large blackened wings, a wing span that reaches out for nearby warmth.
The house dominated by the moon has forsaken you of such pleasures.
So if I may, I'd like to offer you the heat of my eternal light to you.
My only desire is to provide constant heat to you.
I'd like to be the source of your fill within and outside these quiet hours.
Where noone can see us upon the day time.
As long as I have you...
Swirling around this cold weary place with those large blackened wings, a wing span that reaches out for nearby warmth.
The house dominated by the moon has forsaken you of such pleasures.
So if I may, I'd like to offer you the heat of my eternal light to you.
My only desire is to provide constant heat to you.
I'd like to be the source of your fill within and outside these quiet hours.
Where noone can see us upon the day time.
As long as I have you...
#lust
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
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SeaMiser_MC
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Poem Published
25th Sep 2022 5:02pm
25th Sep 2022 5:02pm
95 {Queen Spider}
Two walls compress me
in the night
dusting under
green thick thunder
rolling me over
this is all over
stretching my portico
stereoscopic overflow
of a boy wonder underscore
a dunce number one
shiny black plastic
like legs caress
my caustic heart
arachnid aphrodite
such a sick sweety
loves to stroke her web
among the mess
of my mind collecting
dusted confections
of twisted dreams
tunnels of perversity
eight legged university
she teaches me
so many secret
ways of drawing...
in the night
dusting under
green thick thunder
rolling me over
this is all over
stretching my portico
stereoscopic overflow
of a boy wonder underscore
a dunce number one
shiny black plastic
like legs caress
my caustic heart
arachnid aphrodite
such a sick sweety
loves to stroke her web
among the mess
of my mind collecting
dusted confections
of twisted dreams
tunnels of perversity
eight legged university
she teaches me
so many secret
ways of drawing...
#love
#spiritual
#obsession
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SeaMiser_MC
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Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 5:11pm
23rd Sep 2022 5:11pm
Champagne Residue
Serendipity tripping me up
washing up words from a foamy
line wet with time
dropping a pearl or two
tides of the sublime
when I least expect
an image of a chick
three in kind
changing her pace
switching through like strawberry lace
her words pop like bubbles
a sticky taste
sweet gum from a tree
sticking in my head like glue
silly twisting fingers
a popping corkscrew
champagne residue
washing up words from a foamy
line wet with time
dropping a pearl or two
tides of the sublime
when I least expect
an image of a chick
three in kind
changing her pace
switching through like strawberry lace
her words pop like bubbles
a sticky taste
sweet gum from a tree
sticking in my head like glue
silly twisting fingers
a popping corkscrew
champagne residue
#love
#lust
#obsession
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 2:06pm
23rd Sep 2022 2:06pm
Resemblance
Killed birds do not fly.
Broken strings don't sound.
Plugged holes do not leak.
Closed hands don't work.
Sick teeth don't gnaw.
Standing feet don't grind.
Dead bodies don't sweat.
False walls don't crumble.
Sweat does not die on bodies.
The pain does not heal on the skin.
The sound does not come from the strings.
The flight does not echo on the wings.
The pain doesn't go away.
Bird that flies is shot down.
PAR
Broken strings don't sound.
Plugged holes do not leak.
Closed hands don't work.
Sick teeth don't gnaw.
Standing feet don't grind.
Dead bodies don't sweat.
False walls don't crumble.
Sweat does not die on bodies.
The pain does not heal on the skin.
The sound does not come from the strings.
The flight does not echo on the wings.
The pain doesn't go away.
Bird that flies is shot down.
PAR
#depression
#dark
#obsession
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SeaMiser_MC
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Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 3:31am
23rd Sep 2022 3:31am
64
Careful of this trap, spring-loaded
firmly mapped, a bridge of stretchy glass
coated in gooey white molasses
slathered in pure uncoated outmoded serotonin
drops on the silent tongue of her eye
sends her thoughts moaning sky-high
but she's a bitter-sweet sticky sick freak
not in it for the drug,
the smug look on her face,
tells me she craves a taste of the hidden lace
the forbidden flavor makes her mind relish its labor
firmly mapped, a bridge of stretchy glass
coated in gooey white molasses
slathered in pure uncoated outmoded serotonin
drops on the silent tongue of her eye
sends her thoughts moaning sky-high
but she's a bitter-sweet sticky sick freak
not in it for the drug,
the smug look on her face,
tells me she craves a taste of the hidden lace
the forbidden flavor makes her mind relish its labor
#love
#addiction
#obsession
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
Silent - Part 6: The Text
Gavin, Early Hours Of Saturday Morning, May 2019
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
Silent - Part 5: How We Met
Gavin, Friday Night
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
#love
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
40 reads
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TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 6:09am
19th Sep 2022 6:09am
Tethered Together
Oh no! My darling, how your ankle has been displaced.
I warned you not to run without looking what's in front of you.
Now look at you.
Sweetness, why the tears?
Why the frantic attempts to make distance from me?
Do you not understand?
I'm here because you called to me so loudly, that I couldn't ignore it any longer.
With that gaze, you called so clearly and deeply within my soul.
You beckoned me to follow so relentlessly.
Whose to really blame here?
Certainly not me, why would I bring...
I warned you not to run without looking what's in front of you.
Now look at you.
Sweetness, why the tears?
Why the frantic attempts to make distance from me?
Do you not understand?
I'm here because you called to me so loudly, that I couldn't ignore it any longer.
With that gaze, you called so clearly and deeply within my soul.
You beckoned me to follow so relentlessly.
Whose to really blame here?
Certainly not me, why would I bring...
#lust
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
52 reads
Opentotheskies
Poem Published
18th Sep 2022 9:59pm
18th Sep 2022 9:59pm
I want you now
Hold me now
Let you fingers find delight
So soothingly tonight
Take my hang ups
....and throw them in the sea
I am yours to tease and enlighten
Begin if you will
Lead me through to the inner most parts of you
To have and to hold
Bludgeon me with deepest passion
....that I may know your love is real
Come have the deeds to my soul.
Execute in me your unearthly kinks
Let me fill you with my insatiable needs
Its time to bathe in my heavenly milk
Sweet oblivion is ours forever.
Let you fingers find delight
So soothingly tonight
Take my hang ups
....and throw them in the sea
I am yours to tease and enlighten
Begin if you will
Lead me through to the inner most parts of you
To have and to hold
Bludgeon me with deepest passion
....that I may know your love is real
Come have the deeds to my soul.
Execute in me your unearthly kinks
Let me fill you with my insatiable needs
Its time to bathe in my heavenly milk
Sweet oblivion is ours forever.
#lust
#passion
#obsession
150 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Sep 2022 1:33pm
18th Sep 2022 1:33pm
Silent - Part 4: A Long Evening
Gavin, Friday Evening
Quarter to seven. Call someone? Lucy’s only been gone a few hours, but I can’t shrug off the unease. Anyway, who would I ring? It might seem weird, but Lucy and I have kept our friendship a secret.
7pm. It’s getting chilly outside. I shut the window and flick through the TV channels on the remote control.
8.15pm. I think about calling this friend of Lucy’s. Seeing what Maxine thinks. No, too soon for that. Plus, she’ll probably demand an explanation for my presence in her flat and tell me to get out.
I’ve never met...
Quarter to seven. Call someone? Lucy’s only been gone a few hours, but I can’t shrug off the unease. Anyway, who would I ring? It might seem weird, but Lucy and I have kept our friendship a secret.
7pm. It’s getting chilly outside. I shut the window and flick through the TV channels on the remote control.
8.15pm. I think about calling this friend of Lucy’s. Seeing what Maxine thinks. No, too soon for that. Plus, she’ll probably demand an explanation for my presence in her flat and tell me to get out.
I’ve never met...
#relationships
#friendship
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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PAR
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 4:25pm
17th Sep 2022 4:25pm
Where?
A Wolf, where?
A wolf, a wolf!!!
Rabbit doesn't run...
and Pedro doesn't run,
Pedro says silly things...
Wolf, where is The Wolf?
PAR
A wolf, a wolf!!!
Rabbit doesn't run...
and Pedro doesn't run,
Pedro says silly things...
Wolf, where is The Wolf?
PAR
#anxiety
#lies
#betrayal
#obsession
#deception
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