Best Misanthropy Poems

You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and...

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They tell me that I must avoid feminism.
They tell me that feminism makes me hate men.
They tell me as a feminist no man will like.
They tell me all about misandry and not about
misogyny and after I hear them talk I am all for
Misanthropy. They tell...

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If a wasted life is now the journey
With a path perilous and wide.
The prevailing observation be...
One should have a guide.

With a soul of sound and fury
And your misanthropy clearly known.
Who am I to judge you harshly
As you venture forth alone.

However...
Should the winds of chaos fester
And...

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15 of them begin the emotional ritual attired in silk & sequens,
they maneuver miraculously one after another on burning coals glowing violet,
the dance steps are heartbeats, curved & compassionate, their majesty is inviolate,
their Art is to suffer for Hope wrought from the ribbon of Reality's...

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Across the shadowed byte desert, a lone warrior limped.
Impelled by a spirited misanthropy, he plied the
idle partitions of mind and thirst.
An orphaned amorist, passionate, but alone.

And as he stumbled, the adders whispered hoarsely, and
the diodes siphoned the darkness, revealing the
atrophy, the phantom.

The showering bits, hardwired...

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I breathe grey air in spaces in between,
And whisky stings my tongue and bides the time,
In steps I aimlessly record the scene,
And cherish my misanthropy sublime.

Wandering the streets and alleyways,
Of this downtown, wherever I may be,
No need for love suffocating my days,
Alone but free to...

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I can hear their voices, they're in my head,
"You Emo ****, you're better of Dead!"
Aw sweetheart, there isn't a place I'd rather be,
then to rot forever, in Hell's misanthropy!

This world I lived in became so bleak
or was it I that turned out weak?
Wait does it...

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Cups thrust high, A diving umbrella licks at many fingers, 
rose water licks - and seeks our elbows for a plunge and gathering below. 
Now echoes the trumpet prelude, a brilliant flash of praise, 
almost a ritual proclamation. 

It matters none friend whether you're pro...

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You've a black heart like a burnt up bridge. Twice as cold as Jeffrey Dahmer's fridge. Learnt lessons will dissipate, water boarded till the memories lapse. A free nation ate itself to death In the wake of the great collapse. 

When the doors of perception...

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The tearaway, youthful runaway
Running for a lifetime, blocked out
Brick wall, but, those same
Old demons stuck to your back
Demon wings like barnacles
To the hull of your iron heart
Beating under apron strings

Ever since "Daddy" left, Electra
You have been a tulip, caught
In a Slavic winter. Redraw 
The map....

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Cups thrust high, A diving umbrella licks at many fingers, 
rose water licks - and seeks our elbows for a plunge and gathering below. 
Now echoes the trumpet prelude, a brilliant flash of praise, 
almost a ritual proclamation. 

It matters none friend whether you're pro...

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I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion

I swim in a sea of never before...

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Eyes of abhorrence…
A hatred of humanity…
Shrilling of silver tongues…
Decreeing noxious mandates

Spurning absolute control…
This recluse contesting…
Hands gripped in bloody fists…
Striking at scarred old men…
Bleeding century old wounds

Pits overflow in battles chaos…
Friend versus friend and foe versus foe…
Exchanging arrows for bullets…
Beating plowshared swords into rifles…
Lead flying in...

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Proper Society

A determined practitioner of misanthropy
My ungainly feet stumbling 
I go about life on my own terms
To sit at a table for tea 
Would find me apoplectic
No finishing school for old women
Who once burned their bras

I prefer to say my piece straight out
And watch truth...

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A Great Fun
We do majestic on the day of justice,
She will say plz keep quiet for God sake.

Your Misanthropy
Your every verbum has tranquility,
I'm starving for your misanthropy.

Your Gracious
Please don't come for my condolence,
Your gracious will hit my tolerance.

My Cares
I love you that's why I care...

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