Best Narcissistic Poems
Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
you plunder through life taking no prisoners,
with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground.
You are a dying breed born of privilege and tenacious greed,
tendering little in life other than your selfish need.
What is it you seek in life other than your very personal comfort?
You never give a sideways glance to anyone with no chance of adding to your
circumstance; narrow minded cruelty subsidies the shutdown of any
tenderness, allowing emotional banalities to supersede integrity.
Your karmic debt is too cancerous to be free -
a lover of women among inept men,
but piteous fodder for contempt among strong women.
Neanderthal, you tossed love off the tongue like spit flung and stung my cheek with
runny dung....in disgust I turn away at your insipid attempt at manhood.
So many conquests, so little time.
The pittance you gave is but a trail of unwitting shame,
littered like Gretel's bread crumbs into a wilderness of pain...
How sad you thought such a pittance could buy my soul.
I am no longer a member of your colonial servitude,
and you are an inept fossil long past its prime.
From this moment, Narcissistic Neanderthal,
I am free.
In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright
Now, like the stars, they come out at night
Once cavalier narcissistic
I have grown much more realistic
As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight
Yes, I’ll sign that gripe card! Give it to me!
Tell that coworker what an **** he be!
Look how quickly they sign it!
He’ll be surprised to find it!
Hey, what’s this? Oh crap! It’s addressed to me…
written 8/17/11 for Carolyn Devonshire's
Horrible Bosses contest (and more)
You tread on others without care
Hiding behind your tyrannical God
No longer will I appease your lies
With a humored smile and nod
‘Cause it’s all about you
And the garbage you spew
With no regard for the lives left askew
By all the hurtful things you do
Imprisoning an innocent with ignorance and fear
Inside your religious bars
You’ve used her against us too many times
And left us with emotional scars
You torture the defenseless without excuse
We always knew your screws were loose
But never again will I endure your abuse
I’d rather dangle ‘round a noose
All fond memories have been shrouded
By a blanket of mistrust
To know that we’re related
Only fills me with disgust
It seems you’ve got no conscience within
You’ve no apologies for previous sin
You’d do it all again with a stupid grin
No remorse for betraying your own kin
No inconvenient favor was ever too much
So pray your God is as merciful as mine
For if your ‘rapture’ truly comes
You’ll be paying a hefty fine
'Breaking the Trauma Bond'
Do you still like me?
Let me count the ways.
The tired old familiar abuse,
The ugly scowl,
The “get outta here’s!”
“Don’t give me that kind of sh..t!!”
Vile venom heaped upon an unwary lover.
I’ve been sucker punched, again.
Fallen for the antics of yet another
Unwilling, unable, unstable, and uncommitted to anything
Other than his own pain and confusion.
Oh, good!
Someone NEW to hate!
I know what comes next.
The gifts I have given
Treasures I’ve shared,
Regard, respect, admiration, adoration and affection
Willingly offered
And received,
Crudely discarded.
Run through the disposal
Put out with the garbage
Neatly packed and
Hauled off to storage.
Archived with
All the other
Past violations,
Slanders and
Cruel rebuffs.
My body is crushed.
My spine is mangled.
My nerves are seared.
“I don’t NEED any more PAIN!”
I wail
Mentally shuffling through
Well-worn files of
Past encounters.
Rage rises,
The Ogre is demonized.
Humiliated and dis-graced
Tears fall from fresh wounds.
I take refuge
In dreams resplendent
Of laughter, pleasure
Joy and enjoyment
Where wishes of the wisher are fulfilled,
Where food and delight are found.
Fueling fond fantasies of nobility of character,
Decency and courage
An Equal.
Bitter tears cease,
Fury finally fades.
And yet curiously,
The guilt remains.
I choke on the olive branch of forgiveness,
Again.
Never-mind… caught up in the web of lies…ebbed forever it seems…fill’d with broken dreams…breaking by the seams…I beam – alas, you gave in to narcissism…in a trance of black and white masonic floors…you shut both doors…scorching to the core!!!
Angree all of the sudden
Rinse away the rage…for, we are on a different page…
Corruption and assumptions are consumed
I am isolated and all alone
Sick of it all – whatever happens happens
Sometimes, I feel like giving in to the give up mentality…forced-fed fatality…fury fangs of corpses and carrions excrete shame…
I am acting by impulse…agitated because of past abuse…cut loose the noose…kill me alive!!! Bury me why don’t you and I will survive!!
Shards of me, myself and I are pieced together…you are the wandering butterfly with shattered wings of pale blue light…tonight, I dine on fleshly lusts and tomorrow, I am masked with His Holy Spirit…entwined with the devil in me…angel wings fly in the fire of my desire
Tormented daily…defeated, yet gaily living life to the fullest best I can
Irritated…feeling like going cray-cray…I’m insane with this poet’s brain…refrain from driving me insane with your suicidal rain
Cussed out…silenced by the waters of woe…
Y do u hurt me?
Orange peels collapse unto Pluto’s pleasure-whelmed gravity
U please me, u c?
You can't say that we didn't try
To open up to you,
But in spite of the tears we cried
There's nothing you would do
To try to save what we should have,
The fault was never yours
We lay our hearts out on the line
But, no - 'I'm not the cause.'
Someday you'll look back and see
In you we can't invest,
We need to move forth and be free,
And finally get some rest.
Goodbye, adieu, auf wiedersehen,
We shall not meet again.
When did a lie become
an alternative truth?
And, is this the lesson
we wish to teach your youth?
Your reality is,
your country's full of hate.
And selling your soul won't
make America great.
Saner minds must prevail,
your nation’s under stress.
And dropping your morals
only adds to your mess.
Bigots are at the helm,
steering your country's course.
And immigrant dreamers
get deported by force.
Trump is a psychopath,
a serious defect.
And, it's time to rethink
letting him rule, unchecked.
A narcissistic fool
is now running the show.
And you must vote him out
or you’ll sink to his low.
(Quatrain)
11/30/2017
His body is a palace; A beautiful palace,
With no woman to share it with on this lonely starry night.
Buried in unforeseen tragedy,
Sparkling deep ocean eyes only seen by the man in the mirror
The Greeks would praise such glorious proportion as his.
A God amongst men.
A gladiator in an everlasting battle with time,
For it is only time that will eventually defeat him.
Already the wrinkles upon his face show more and more each day.
He is not privileged with eternity.
Yet only when his mind clears and his spirit set free,
Will he find love again...
After the little storm last night
The birds' song seems chipper
As the sun changes cobalt clouds
To rose, roosters' songs quicker
As porch ceiling fan hums steadily
And poet struggles out
Words, the muse is stifled trapped within
Unwanted emotions 'bout
The audience reads penned thoughts
At least some days they do
Maybe they just glance, write a note
As they pass swiftly through
Do they ever think, maybe ponder?
Over each small word penned
Or is it a means to an end
Somehow a gold star pinned
At least it is not outright rudeness
Each poet acknowledges
The verse in unique and kind ways
Not his wife admonishes
When a few words she tries to say
Will the wrong be righted
Can forgiveness take ahold
And love again ignited
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Audacious individuals lack sound judgment
Blow-hard opinions vastly inflates ego
Confidence is exceedingly overwhelming
Delusions of grandeur are clearly evident
Engaged in destructive selfish behavior
Factitious self-importance dilutes potential
Gratuitous toxic actions contaminate the collective consciousness
Hedonistic mindset hinders humanity
O what a tangled web of lies we weave
Tipping on the edge of destruction
Pleading we are alright while intrusive thoughts invade our minds like moving pictures.
Hiding the horrors that lurk behind closed doors.
The mangled and twisted ways you’ve damaged your children
When our cries for help were met with unanswered ears
O what a tangled web of lies you’ve weaved
For the truth has been buried in our subconscious. Bond and sealed for our mental protection.
Your so called truths were our only memory, soon to be doused when the flood gates of our locked subconscious opens to remind us of the truth.
O what tangled web of lies we weave
When we’ve lied to hide your abuse, we’ve weaved this tangled web by keeping all the secrets that kept you looking motherly and us unforgiving.
Remember winning sporting medals
Taught in life sport gets you nowhere
Forget what I’d done to win those medals
Good for nothing and going nowhere
That’s the lesson taught by my mum
She’s either evil or very dumb
I became exactly who I would become
Unsuccessful without confidence
Narcissistic mother syndrome
Psychologically beaten numb
Belittling medals I have won
All my life since I was young
It made sure I refused success
Never thought to progress
Underachiever and depressed
Be no more only less
Even though I only played for teams
Who won their cups and won their leagues
I was blind to success I couldn’t see
Now I do and I always believe
If I apply I’ll better me
Becoming more than I could be
And she will still belittle me
But I don’t care what she sees
In a World where mirrors lie/
And falsehoods find their stride/
The Narcissistic wanders by/
With grandeur in their eyes/
A veneer of charm and grace/
A smile that's falsely sweet/
Behind the mask, a hollow space/
Where empathy is in retreat/
Entitled to the highest praise/
They bask in admiration/
But challenge them, sparks will blaze/
A storm of retribution/
For in their realm, they reign supreme/
A fragile crown they wear/
When faced with a no answer/
They will plot and scheme/
Revenge laid bare, beware/
They'll spread the whispers, twist the truth/
A smear campaign begun/
To tarnish those who dare rebuke/
Their vengeance never done/
So guard your heart, be firm and wise/
Set boundaries, stand your ground/
The Narcissistic grand disguise/
In truth, is lost, is lost unbound/
They seek the world to kneel and bow/
To fuel their empty fire/
But look beyond the surface now/
And see their true attire/
In recognizing what is real/
We break illusion's hold/
The essence of their dark appeal/
A tale that's often told/
Brilliant words woven into the spin
Trolling is where the fun will begin
Creating his lies with a macabre grin
Into your soul trying to worm in
Desires of you all wrapped up in him
Targeted to be spread out and thin
Won't understand how he even got in
He'll mix you up into a tonic and gin
Playing you like a worn violin
It'll cost much to your chagrin
Ending ingredients of a looney bin
He'll move in on your identical twin