Best Misanthrope Poems

MISANTHROPE
For Mel, my wordsmith

I miss you my misanthropos
My groucho cynic hermit
But I’m glad you left my life
For now I love a man called Phil
And he loves all that you abhor
Mankind, marriage, me
My kind-hearted Philanthropos
Who I can’t fault for misogyny
Or misology or even misogamy
Misanthropos, I wish...

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He had a "hate/like" relationship
with the world.  His usual reactions
were always critical, mostly negative,
and his scarce grudging approvals
were, at best, luke-warm.  He judged
everything and everyone immediately,
contrasting them with his own imagined
greater beauty, strength, experience, knowledge,
skills, possessions, courage, heritage, and taste.
Anger was his armor...

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A Misanthrope
The shape I am
Whom you reflect upon me
And where we actually belong

In times of prejudice
In times of conflict
You exacerbate the lives we live
In demolition, you retrograde all
And in conclusion

You eradicate many.
You.
Eradicate.
Many.

Naively
You made me a Misanthrope
And everybody else
Where we hate
And distrust mankind
Of our own humanity

Sad,...

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Allowing awfully awkward arguments to arise
Self-doubt secludes, so sequestered, sadly... sans surprise
Madly muttering melancholy mottos
 Odius, obtuse obligation on auto
Deftly denying deteriorating destruction
Somehow sickly surrendering Soul's suction
Humbly hemming-n-hawing, half-assed heretic
 Dejected densely dimwitted dumb ass derelict!!
Cautiously cradling cuddly collected captions
 Abandoning all assertive able action
Forgetting...

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I was born as you all were
I am all the same that
All are in some way or the other
I used to love the things that you loved 
I was the same branch of the that tree
And was fed with the same roots 
As you, you...

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An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope

Mein kampf fraught re: 
emotionally/psychologically challenged 
impossible mission to cope
compared to classmates, I felt like a dope
and entertained escapist fantasies,
whereby Miss Rainbow 
(sixth grade student teacher),
though robbing the cat's cradle, 
she would abscond with me, 
a shy...

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Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm

precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits 

comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones) 
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal...

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For the rain which have never been shy
Its strange to be this stubborn , this dry
Is it a defense mechanism? A lie ?
Or is it just who I've become? or am i just high?
Its not that I don't feel anymore
Its not that I count my...

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(Being a song for misanthropes, or people who have just had a really bad day.)

I hate the world and everyone in it,
I hate the world and everyone here,
I hate the world and everyone in it,
I hate, yes, I hate the world.

I hate the world and...

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Self quarantined misanthrope pitched into purgatory wham!

Ably cane resign eternal damnation (mine)
courtesy devil specially engraved telegram
prestidigitation found me vanishing shazam,
without a trace I disappeared in thin air voila
Earthly travails atop horns of dilemma ram
into me buttucks pitching yours truly ma'am

hoisted by my own petard sheepishly...

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth
(dark visceral centre)
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward

an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits 
comprising a soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked
via...

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Some insane person is planning a conspiracy
against us to weaken our bond of friendship,
and this malicious person is attacking us
with vulgar and unsound comments, 
which aren't as ironic as he thinks;
let us all give the delirious bully
a strong dose of our reality...
by declaring his insanity!
...

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Everyone he will ever see
Will notice him and flee
To the sky he starts to plea
Why does everyone hate me
Now cast out from society
He has lost all hope
Now a misanthrope

Longing for his neck to kiss the rope
He wants his life to end
Deeply he yearns for a...

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Mister Misanthrope had given up hope
On the entire human race 
He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street 
With a grimace on his face

Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl
Most folk scurried as he neared
He'd chortle of death with...

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