Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	03-June 09:47:57 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 131152 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Obsession [time] => 2007-01-29 21:41:31 [hometext] => For all you people out there, so that you will understand my obsession, and relate. [bodytext] => There once was a girl who so liked a boy,
But he didn't even know she was there.
So day to day she was slowly destroyed,
Her heart was everyday starting to tear.
But obsession is a powerful thing,
And her fantasies were anaesthesia.
She dreamed that he'd be calling and asking
To walk hand in hand in sweet elysia.
She blushed crimson when she saw him at school.
Timidly, she would smile and say hello.
He never would reply, thought her a fool.
She foolishly loved him more than he'd know.
All she wanted was all his attention,
His whole heart and soul, and his affection,
She only needed to be his possession.
He was perfect, he was her obsession.
There once was a boy who so liked a girl,
But she overlooked him altogether.
She was his beginning and end, his world,
His most inward dreams were all about her.
He saw her and saw his life in her hands,
And smelled her as she walked by, oh that scent,
And the way that she walked was like a dance,
And her sweet grace was truly heavensent.
There was a time when they were childhood friends,
Those memories were painful in his mind,
Because he knew all good times someday end,
But he knew that he loved her and must try.
So he treated her with a pretension,
And defended her as her protection.
He wanted her to be his possession,
He would change to become her obsession. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 33 [informant] => luna_mica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SecretLove )

Obsession

Contributed by luna_mica on Monday, 29th January 2007 @ 09:41:31 PM in AEST
Topic: SecretLove

There once was a girl who so liked a boy,
But he didn't even know she was there.
So day to day she was slowly destroyed,
Her heart was everyday starting to tear.
But obsession is a powerful thing,
And her fantasies were anaesthesia.
She dreamed that he'd be calling and asking
To walk hand in hand in sweet elysia.
She blushed crimson when she saw him at school.
Timidly, she would smile and say hello.
He never would reply, thought her a fool.
She foolishly loved him more than he'd know.
All she wanted was all his attention,
His whole heart and soul, and his affection,
She only needed to be his possession.
He was perfect, he was her obsession.
There once was a boy who so liked a girl,
But she overlooked him altogether.
She was his beginning and end, his world,
His most inward dreams were all about her.
He saw her and saw his life in her hands,
And smelled her as she walked by, oh that scent,
And the way that she walked was like a dance,
And her sweet grace was truly heavensent.
There was a time when they were childhood friends,
Those memories were painful in his mind,
Because he knew all good times someday end,
But he knew that he loved her and must try.
So he treated her with a pretension,
And defended her as her protection.
He wanted her to be his possession,
He would change to become her obsession.

Copyright © luna_mica ... [ 2007-01-29 21:41:31]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Obsession (User Rating: 1 )
by Dizza_13 on Tuesday, 30th January 2007 @ 01:57:42 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

nothing worse than unrequited love. excellent write.

Re: Obsession (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Tuesday, 30th January 2007 @ 05:00:48 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

unique and wonderful write. nicely done.

Re: Obsession (User Rating: 1 )
by joe-joe on Wednesday, 31st January 2007 @ 09:34:02 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I enjoyed this write, I have found even in our adults years as we come and go, we all find ourselves with somekind of obsession for someone in our daily lives, we should not...nice write...

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com