Best Alter Ego Poems
Never satisfied
she passes through the night
of my dreams
demanding expression
seething
pacing
chasing
In my every lucid thought
she speaks....
I feel her presence, and I tremble
I try in vain
to keep her tame
docile
confined
within the parameters
of my world....
defined!
Oh, but she will not obey
Must have her way
her say...
she lurks
she breathes
she waits
prowling
growling...
ever ready
to pounce
and seize me unaware
she is always
always there....
Not a moment escapes
when I don't feel her near
she reveals herself...
in the words I say
in the way I sway
in the way I play
night to day
she's there
having her way
with her helpless prey
to win?
There's no way...
Elektra
is her name
domination is her game
she knows no shame
Untame...
She stakes her claim
She lives
I feel her moist breath on my cheek
I feel her hands make my weak
Her whisper in my ear...
I hear...
oh...so... clear...
"I'm Here....
waiting
waiting
waiting...
for full control
Not a part
but the whole...
I demand your soul...
SET ME FREE!"
The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.
All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.
She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.
Alter Ego
I am just a simple man
With little education
But sometimes being a simple man
Can add to one’s frustration
Why can’t you be more like Brad
That handsome movie star
Or even more like that guy Neil
In a spaceship he went far
Maybe a bit like Lewis
Who drives his car so fast
Or the one they call Usain
I’m sure he never finished last
Maybe like the guy named Prince
Who can play and sing and dance
Or the guy they call Fabio
Who’s full of love and romance
Maybe more like Elon
Who seems so very smart
Or the guy by the name of Billy Gates
We all know he can start .
But I am just a simple man
With very simple taste
And trying to be like someone else
Just seems like such a waste
There sits on my shoulder is a small man
Looking like he’s my real alter ego
Surely seeming not to ever let go
Telling me of things to do, what I can
Sometimes he tells me to run, then I ran
I have little to hold, little to show
With him I can’t do what I surely know
He keeps me from joy, and with life he bans
Little fearful being which he creates
Making me do things I don’t want to do
Never does he go and alleviate
He posts deep hatred into what is new
Painful pieces of life he wallows in
I wish he was gone, and would take a spin
Russell Sivey
—He was nothing but a pretender—
I thought he was my friend
because he followed me everywhere I went,
because he hugged me in his tender bosom
and comforted me every time I felt sad and lonely.
When depressed and not knowing what to do
he tapped my shoulder to lift me up my spirits.
When confused in the maze looking for a way-out,
he came and held my hand and got me out of this maze.
One day,
I walked away from him
because I wanted to have total freedom.
When I found myself, however, standing in the middle of nowhere trembling
from the roar of wild beasts, I saw him standing before me open armed.
When I lost my strength and fell to the ground from the days of trials,
he carried me on his back to get through life’s miseries. In the dark and chilling nights he lit a candle to convince me that, no matter how dark and cold, there would always be a light and fire as long as I asked for it.
After so many of life’s vicissitudes and an undesirably long journey
I saw the end of a tunnel that was bright and full, I, therefore,
knelt to thank my friend who made me come to this far.
Alas, my trusted friend, stabbed my back with a dagger
in this joyous moment, he was the Alter Ego, my life’s companion.
She wouldn't want to bore ya,
but there's something about Nora.
Things physical, not audi
fly away from her body,
Fail to nail the counter,
hit the deck all around her--
A zillion spills to mop up:
coffee grinds, egg shells, & catsup.
"Magnificent Uncoordinated
Movements," an old boyfriend said,
In and out of bed. Still, There
Was Something About Nora.
I would like to tell you a story
but i dont know where to begin.
Ive got my self an alter ego
its actually like having a twin.
my name is judy
and her name is finn.
i like drinking vodka
and she likes drinking gin
when we go out together
the boys have a choice.
its a shame we share the body,
and we share the same voice.
i try to use my body
in the best way that i can
because my voice is very husky
and i sound like a man.
ok, you've got me
my name isnt judy, its paul.
i have a very small *****
and only 1 ball
we are actually one person
with bad mental health
thats why i am a little bit loopy
and talk to myself.
With pale skin and eyes of green,
From two perspectives, he can be seen.
Hood of black and cape that is fine,
through hearts and souls of evil, he dives.
With arrows of justice and truth he fling,
Cutting through air, the arrows will sing.
From one side he fears and love those who save,
from another he loathes and despises them the same.
Living two lives, one truth and one lie,
which one will stay and which one will die?
Only one life can commit and thrive,
the other must vanish and one must survive.
To look back at darkness and forward at light,
A raven, an owl and a hawk, he'd fight.
But which shall he pick, which fate will he choose?
Hero or zero, what life will he lose?
I've just re-read my poem
of a pessimism groan
and re-Mark ed to my self inside
"hey man, where's yr pride?"
"Yo, Why you giving up?
before You drink the cup?
You know you'll never find
Her again - so grind
Yr teeth with gnash and resilience
and go for broke with brilliance,
cause if you let Her go
You may not ever know
Why She intrigues You very so
or why the Moon doth glow,
or why You tingle at her teeth
and what might be lying beneath
those Eyes that give You chills
and that heart She nearly kills
and slays with just One look
(like tiny tremors shook)
So, Hey Man, just see what happens next
before getting too complex
Cause I think she digs you too
That Girl, Kinshala Blue..."
I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child, my loveless alter ego
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope.
My alter ego, Lissa Marie.
She was a child, peering upward, upward,
delving more deeply into my spirit’s stunted reach.
The proverbial babe in the woods was she,
harboring the dour rude awakenings
of the great prophets and sages.
She stirred in me all that is sacred,
and inspired and true.
Yet her flame diminished
into smoldering embers—no Phoenix rising.
She departed as she entered, a demure lady.
She came to me as lady light,
departed as lady death.
I shall retain my love for her, my
alter ego, 'til my last breath
Our souls entwined
Yet the angels show their jealously
So divine was she, coequal.
Her essence upon me,
love worn weary,
I’ve become one
with Lissa Marie.
I've had an 'out of body' experience
So you can't blame me for what I did
My alter ego Oscar perpetrated the crime
To do such a thing I'm too timid
I'm totally innocent of this heinous act
Must have been devoid of all morals
Listen I still do have a few of them left
With that you surely can't quarrel
This heinous act of stealing a kiss
Had crossed my mind a few times
But being the timid soul that I am
Never thought of crossing that line
So I plead 'not guilty' to any wrong doing
It was Oscar my mischievous friend
Who tends to run amok every once in a while
And I'm always having to defend
© Jack Ellison 2014
Dearest valued chum
You’re such a crony to me
A boosterish pal
Yes! With a beholden heart
I thank you for everything
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Alter Ego
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July1986
Today
I've made
the
conscious choice
to
let you go -
The strangle hold
that
you once had on me,
was
blood to my soul -
I was hypnotized
by
your presence,
and
mysterious ways -
I Didn't
have a clue,
that
it was
my alter ego
in
disguise-
You cloned
me,
I fell
under your spell -
I remember
when
I would walk
through
fire for you -
and
feel no pain.
But,
When
you appear
I'm
not the same -
So
The
Good Lord, came
to
the rescue-
Today, I've made
the
conscious choice
to
let you go -
I chose
something Devine-
I am strong
now.
Stronger than ever
before -
My
strength, shook me
from
the coma
that
was distant
to
kill me -
I give praises
to
The Almighty,
I am
no longer
under your spell.
Today I've made
the
conscious choice
to
let you go -
(c). Copyright 2015 all rights reserved
Together, side by side,
Shoulder to shoulder,
One destination, one path,
Sparkles in our eyes
Winds in our hairs
Two hearts beating as one,
We walked a synchronized walk
At even pace, at an even tempo
Smiles on our lips
Under a brilliant blue sky
with warm spring sunshine
carrying us aloft
on the wings of the breeze,
With love in our hearts
We were poised to soar high,
But then…
One of us went rogue,
became self-conceited,
cocky egomaniac and…
created God;
Fear made the other make the devil;
One created God in his own image,
In his own image the other made the Devil.
~05/08/23
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #1215
I see the stars and I see you,
I feel the warmth in your adieu,
I feel your presence but can't see you,
I see your soul in the lightest hue...
The picture is so clear and bright,
Yet, I feel this paranormal fright,
Of being scavenged to death by sight,
By the people-werewolf's, using all their might!
This fear persists, it's all blue,
Your absence makes it purely true,
That I don't belong here, it's not thought through,
Of tears I would make my drink brew...
Hence I search for the light in the infinity,
I see something in this dark vicinity,
A hint of the blossom of serenity,
I pray to make it fake, for the false amity..