Best Narcissistic Poems

Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
     you  plunder through life taking no prisoners,
        ...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a...

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The people of this world are like the three butterflies in front of a candle's flame.
The first one went closer and said:I know about love.
The...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight...

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"Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in heaven."

A thousand, million years had fled
then thousand million more,
yet it was still the...

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My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled...

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Autumn will forever be the season of death to me,
but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past.
Memories of ghosts will always lead me...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation...

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Yesterday, 
when there was clarity,
I arose resembling 
the flames of sunrise.
Like an articulate artist, 
entranced in nature,
I painted fluorescent hues 
upon her butterfly wings.
Together we...

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 Black Hole Beauty

Stay calm my beating heart for you will enter the vastness of the void
Consumed by a blackened bestial bliss that the demons...

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I guess I’m narcissistic
I suppose I’m masochistic.
Fitting into just another statistic. 

Hah, go figure.

I guess this is my delusion.
I suppose I enjoy seclusion. 
Pardoning me...

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine,...

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The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally 
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce...

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In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a...

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