Best Alter Ego Poems


Premium Member She's Waiting- Alter Ego Musings

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!"

Alter-Ego

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.

Premium Member Alter Ego

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


Premium Member Alter Ego

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

Alter Ego

—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.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.

Alter Ego: (There's Something About Nora)

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.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.


Alter Ego

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.

Alter Ego

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?

Flip Flop/ Alter Ego Speaking

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..."

Premium Member Lissa Marie

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 Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Oscar My Alter Ego

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

Alter Ego

Dearest valued chum

You’re such a crony to me

A boosterish pal

Yes! With a beholden  heart

I thank you for everything

Alter Ego

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
© Ken Jordan  Create an image from this poem.

My Alter Ego

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

To My Alter Ego

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..

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