Best Egoist Poems
Tesla’s mind, A kinetic, static attic filled to the brim;
With magical ease he displayed his energy laboratory.
In centrifugal dance, grey matter clogs to universal energy; round and round, resounding souls spew forth from Tesla tricks.
Burning holes in his soul’s pockets; creativity never sleeps. On the astral mind mingles with hyperactive atoms; their playtime, births a genius.
Tesla mind, like Einstein’s mind; a conglomerate of power, imprisoned by temporary mortality and oh, the miraculous echoes upon the ethers, eternally.
Science is a spoiled child; a self-limiting ego. The greatest minds go far beyond it. Answers sought, eluded by egoist, viral limitations; are potentially, forever lost. Tesla mind will present them, in another future.
Tucked up for a night in a cold, black hole; Tesla mind tricks await their next performance on planet Earth. Who will see and hear the static charge; that’ll manifest future miracles? Who will realize what they’ll witness?
Tesla mind’s bunk mates are few and far between; ego never recognizes genius, in its own time.
Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
I carried the cross for being egoist
Had my hands nailed, had myself hailed
Confident rain was self-absorbed
Self-esteem felt the pain
Self-assertive had risen and reign
To conquer and succeed I was self-assured
That I too was not self-conscious
I never was an empty vessel 'cause I was self-contained
I couldn't handle to be self-effacing
Greatness was self-evident
People stand with me for being self-opinionated
For they cannot fall for self-pity
In the frame of success I see a self-portrait
Less of the devil for I was self-possessed
I had plans to be wealthy but not selfish
For my soul is sold to me
Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
Created by mental act, a big head bloated by self-inflicted praise and external compliments
It is evident that its been hated that I've been Ahead (a head)
Its better if people held their breaths and never deliver compliments
Reduce the explosion of me being big headed
Or leave me alone with my good looks & big nose
And I remain breath taking
Taking away opinions and displaying facts
Handsome, good looking has never been the question
To answer attraction with confidence
As I walk confidently around big names, as big headed
As they speak unmoving words with no flames
My big name, amongst lame names,
I lament to their ineptitude
I have suffered the loudest noises of being tagged as arrogant
I now continue to walk boldly &
tramp on fingers of those who have cut their hands short not to applaud me
But what I say is Label me arrogant
Certify and stamp me as arrogant
Race for first place to call me too confident
And your opinion comes in at last place
At the finish line, my gold medal, my golden thoughts
My presence is victorious,
Make me a subject to you predicates
As a premier of self-acceptance
A victim & short-faller of your acceptance
A preface to ego
There never was Once upon on a time
But there was confidence, it always had its Ego
Crucify me for juggling your critics
Once upon an ego
Once upon a Me
Cos it was,has, and will always be about me and my Ego
I received different strokes from different folks,
On my criticism on verse and forms of poetry
I know for certain, the critics are legless creatures
Who have the tendencies to teach others how to walk.
For which I had no intention at all to pass with credit.
First stroke, don’t take this as a class of dummies
Trying to play professor P than this not for you
I intend if my followers can write a poem as I wish.
If this is too much, pass it on, allow others to write.
Second stroke, I don’t need a PhD degree
Don’t ask to mutate poetry; I am on a quest to do,
Even if us younger folk bastardize some forms.
I am an egoist, I can live that.
If I allow free poetry, I am the one raping the poetry
I am not forcing people to write, pass it on if you wish.
For the sake of expressing my thoughts on targets general
Knowing if artists followed the rules, still be banging on pots.
I have passed through these all, but not passed out yet.
If i am still not within passing level, my apologies, folks.
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Contest : Pass by Paula Swanson
Multihued lights flash fervently,
On naked illusion draped eyes zealously,
All shut and secured to colored vision,
Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison.
Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit,
It’s true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit.
I know and cognize I don’t see the world as others want me to see and be,
But am not sorry because that’s how it clearly appears to me.
It’s not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind,
But because I am color blind.
It‘s not because I am in hate or in love,
But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how…………
I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world,
I don’t reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled.
But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined,
I possess an unsound mind and am color blind.
No matter what I do or where I go,
Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know.
Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread?
Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red?
Who can tell me where it is defined?
I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind.
Where is the orange of the sun?
Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the blue from the sky?
Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
Where is the green from the grass?
Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass?
Then to all their mind,
I am content to be color blind.
If all of us of the human race,
Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place,
All walls and barriers raised to the ground,
Then I would be content to stay color blind
Altruist stands against Egoist,
Against his own life stands;
Red with blood his eyes are,
Plucked by his selfless hands.
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Altruist follows the leader,
Who knows not where to go,
But down into lifeless darkness
Where all false leaders go.
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Altruist follows ruts and hollows of selfless service worn;
Altruist bellows to his fellows, "Cowards we are born".
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Altruist bending in faith ne'er ending to death is sending his prayers befriending;
Death, receiving, is nowise grieving, but laughs in reaping the self-deceiving.
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Altruist kneels, pounds head on floor;
Egoist stands, a beast no more.
Upon the silent seafront under the scorching summer sun,
I hear a voice that cries out soft and faint as it sounded,
"O ci którzy mogliby mnie pomagac, daj mi! Daj mi!"
"It's on my head you stood, tall and vibrant under the watchful eyes of the blue sky.
Listen you!
I am a traveller from a far away antique land,
Whose shattered visage lies, whose cries tell tales of cuffed hands in the sand.
I am with whom by myself I define, in the eye of God a man, the egregious egoist,
And in the eyes of other men, the enormous load, the outcast old psychopath.
Listen you!
In these winds that bleed the quietest of all my taints and troubles, I complain not,
And by the thundery roars of the rains and all the fears and scares they give me, I manage a smile,
I am a traveller in a desolate land, unaware of whom I have become.
Poem by HUDHAIFAH
She lit the match to light her cigarette,
A spark danced into her heart.
The mauve painted nails clung to her chest,
Yet the flicker had already become a memory.
An egoist shall never succumb to reality,
The past, invented or true, lures them away.
The yearning is not one of happiness,
Rather an absinthe scented illusion.
These thoughts always press the brakes,
Of a reasonable and cheerful mind,
To ignite self-pity and desire for liquor.
A hungry demon setting its teeth into
A glass of recollections.
Obscuring all that could create a calm fog,
Flames now rejoice in tangerine tones,
Within a pitiful being.
Mad through choice, not obligation,
To escape from what they call regret.
a vice to entice
the egoist mind
that bends former friends
in conformist grind
with pecks that erect
genocide refined
to loft those most soft
and seize all mankind.
archetypically,
I sow my hysterical libido,
in the Jungian brain garden,
and reap only ecclesiastical weeds,
and subconscious rashes...
breaking apart, engorged,
mad egoist, freudian slip'd,
spilling repressed aloes,
into her ashen columbarium...
penitent, penniless,
scrabbled up the storied mount,
silently trapp'd, interlocuted,
cast back to a southern field...
adiposed, juniper kiss'd,
scarlet nin, flagrante delict(oh),
wagging tongued, freely spoken,
i'll come round again,
ecstatically.
His touch
His kiss
His hugs
Don’t miss
His silent
His violent
Egoist
I hate
His lies
And betrayal
Those tears
Empty nights
He left
Heart was broken
And then I was free
To go
And to try
To do different things
To search
And to find
And spread
Broken wings
To reach
And to do
So many new things
Tis not the coveter that hurts
The egoist is insignificant
Dubiousness is a child’s play
And ‘tis not what’s in the belly that kills.
The weight of words is little
There is no weight in man’s presence
Absence is only a mere event
Even the eyes betray the body.
Perception is just a mere instinct
The ears are gullible
For that which the tongue gets it takes
While the heart knows it all
The mind is an abyss
Darkness it communes- when-
Not in control of the day-
That sees sham.
For the light detest shadows
Being full in wisdom- that-
Duplicity is not concrete-
Rather ‘tis perceived than seen.
UNCONDITIONAL
I love cats more than dogs
for their distant personalities
require little work
and dogs more than rats
because it comforts me
to know they watch over me
Rats more than birds
for they don't repeat boring songs
like old scratched vinyl discs
and course! they also feed my cats
Birds more than fish
because they clean up the scraps
left from so many banquets
I love fish more than insects
because they are never around
When they are, they are dead
and so I can suck their eyes
Insects more than worms
for they don't crawl
or survive my pesticide
and above all parasites
for they are the hope
to my egoist love
Patrícia Evans
I thought of it and got in it
I have done the mistakes a lot in it
so solely,loudly,frankly i feel in it
sorry!sorry!sorry! i am really very sorry!
You have seen a friend in me but,
I have seen my life in you
You have seen a support in me but,
I judged that the impotency in you
For that please forgive this damn friend,please forgive this **** guy.
I kept doing mistakes regularly
You kept forgiving me frequently
I never asked and complied your views but
You always listened and followed my words
For that please forgive this heartless friend,please forgive this egoist guy.
You bid me sorry for the fault you haven't done
I hit you with silence for your assault i have run
You beat me scold me or mostly you hate me but
I plead you don't stop smiling because my life sets in that shining
For that please forgive this worst friend,please forgive this caring guy.
so solely,loudly,publicly i say you sorry!sorry!sorry! I am really very sorry.
If you search out this poem
Anyhow if you search out this poem
Then I bid you my heartfelt congratulations
And what a good hunter of knowledge you are!
I salute you for your thirsty heart
Inquisitive mind
And to look out at treasures for wisdom
Would I be able or not to provide you that kind of satisfaction
Of a singer that he gets after singing the saddest song of him or herself
I really do not know
Meanwhile I talk to myself and think
I am really great, sorry; God is really great to send you here
And bring me good luck today
As we all frequently fall victims of prejudice
Under the severe bout of ignorance
And have biased perception that only own self is good and rest is very bad
For this I do not blame anyone
As the race of man is not the creature of logic
They are born with vanity and pride
I was not exception either
Before I thought I knew everything and all, and would go mad
That was a mental problem, a psychological one
Too much egoist I was and claimed my knowledge was too vast
In fact it was my narrowness to scale down the world
And was unable to understand the stuffs of life
I went arrogantly to make people understand
That I had great depth on anything
And that was the extreme height of my ignorance
Too shallow I was to think that I touched the bottom
Actually where I landed was the top of a hill made up of reefs under the ocean
It was not too long before I understand
Really the race of man needs to travel and meet people a lot
As both of them is very fatal to prejudice
And to keep off ignorance one is badly in need to read this kind of poems
And what are the ways to eradicate vanity and pride?
Most seriously one must ask self
If he/she is not out of a little piece of mud
Or from a dirty drop of smelly liquid
And if he/she is not going again to be a particle of dust
Then they might continue boasting and showing vanity and pride
To them I have nothing to say more about. Do you have?
Oh, Morose Poet,
A maid's breasts
Haunts you.
Oh, saturnine poet
Those roseate lips
A Stygian hue.
Oh, Egoist poet
Readers feel sorry for you
But you divert them to go
Tell them to feel sorry for others.
Oh, Competent poet
You made plenty of poets
But not very much poetry.
Oh, Embittered poet,
Life seethes
And life burns,
Oh, not so genius
Your dour pen scratches
At the center of heart.
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+Not So Genius+
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April 7, 2014 Form: Free Verse Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place win: Contest Bukowski by Amy Green