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...

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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...

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I make a perfect dry martini,
I read and write and speak Français,
All my suits, and shirts, and shoes are custom-made.
I own a Porsche and Maserati,
A house on Acapulco Bay
With scores of floors of marble tile that's all inlaid.

I have a staff to fetch and carry,
My...

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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...

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—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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Dearest valued chum

You’re such a crony to me

A boosterish pal

Yes! With a beholden  heart

I thank you for everything...

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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...

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I know you too well
To believe ,that which is not.
My eyes sees the child vulnerable
Behind the face so palpable
The firm jaws fail to hide the fear
Exposed by the quivering lips
Your ego, made up
Tries hard to cover a gentle heart
Your insecurities and shortcomings
Crouch under an anger...

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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...

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