Best Narcissus Poems
I am a Narcissus (White)
Once, I stole a glance
Upon my petalled like
Saw, they stood no chance
Of matching my delight
I turned from seeking beauty
In natures glory field
The bright, the gaudy, sultry
To none I’d ever yield
Standing by this pond
Reflection I do see
Of the one I’m fond
Me, admiring me
I’ll stand here till I die
Ignore those which I’m kinned
Obsessed with being I
Till perish with the wind.
I chose Narcissus (White)
Its meaning =Selfishness
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How deeply Ameinias loved you
The beauty that your face adorned.
The adoration you thought your due
The love of youth you lightly scorned.
As consolation a sword you gave
A paltry gift for such devotion.
You did not care for grief so grave
Derision stoked the devastation.
That sword robbed him of his life
In bitter despair he cried in tears,
"May you one day feel the knife
Of unrequited love that sears!"
In the pool you saw a boy so fair
Felt the fire kindled in your mind,
In awe at such beauty you did stare
Love that will so ensnare and bind.
To seduce this boy in tender kiss
you found reflection in the pool.
Ah Narcissus, how did you miss
Loves sweet embrace in waters cool.
You killed yourself in deep despair
Unrequited love that burn until,
The body that once was so fair
Transformed into a dancing daffodil.
So listen young lovers, hear my plea
Be careful when young love you scorn.
Remember Narcissus, when in spring you see
How daffodils the chilly earth adorn.
Let those failed lights
keep their starry darks,
no hidden treasures have
they –
gems who hoard
their sparks, as bushel
a-cap heaven’s dearest
light,
blessed with angel appearance
and nature
now in free mirror fall
kingdom sovereign pool of self
worships self-love, that’s all --
Peering into your eyes
is like witnessing
a Carravagio master
for the first time,
not quite clear,
hazy,
the Narcissus halo
reflecting in those
twin pools of deep
azure moire silk,
falling
into their reach
one remains
secure for a while,
above it all,
assessing
your cloud strewn
sun dappled rivers,
oh the temptation
of it all,
to touch what
lies untouched
underneath
below that shining
calmly moving
surface
carrying thoughts
and feelings along,
it's high tide,
the fingers gently touching
teasing the no go zone
rippling a wake,
break the anticipation,
the thrill wet and electric,
the gently touching, shocked,
pull back again, momentarily,
played like a puppet on a string,
like a harp being strummed,
like a bow and arrow aimed,
the high tide's current -
its pull dark molasses,
strong and magnetic, yet
it's not Eventide -
the moment,
one senses,
will arrive,
to confront,
to dive in deep,
to meet you
within the emeralds,
to stroke you,
stir the waters
for longer than
the trip,
oh the temptation,
the dissipation
of a dissolving halo,
to breathe life
back into
your beckoning lips
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"fast falls the eventide..."
narcissus, the pond
across the surface ripples
disillusionment
dead in the water, floating
not so koi now, bloated carp
by gail
In every direction that the wind blows
The bulbs of the narcissus bulge and bloom
In all of latitude doth the wind grows
Brushing its floral leaves, dost the wind groom
For acres the narcissus flowers loom
Abroad earths garden in a village where
Anglican Nuns approached the natives there
Of black habit, the garment that they wore
Hid everything except their nose and eyes
Now of great faith, the Nuns, in all were four
Gave praise from hour to hour 'til darkened skies
Thus of their faith, a cherished noble prize
Of glory in the power they would mend
The land amongst an atmospheric wind
Slicing into the spring the sun would shed
His light unto earths dark exploited trail
As nature, bathed in beauty, blew and spread
Throughout the village like an handsome male
Faces revealed, the Nuns removed their veil
Seduced by sensuality they saw
And vanity the narcissus would draw
Johnny Sumler
Rhyme Royal
A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow.
The words that you speak I shall forever echo.
A lost love in the dark of the night.
They all look your way, but are you blind?
Can you not see the beauty of me?
I echo your words, I echo your call;
can you not hear the silent voice of me at all?
I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone.
Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again.
My laughter shall sneak from my lips,
until the last word has been spoken,
Silent shall I stay again.
Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn.
My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat,
strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips.
A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you.
The water paints a beautiful picture,
golden and shining in the crystal spectrum.
Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside?
Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind,
can't you see that you're beautiful again?
Beautiful until the end.
You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak.
Can I echo your name?
Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight?
I'll always recall your words.
With you, I shall never be alone.
I won't let you go,
though your desire is to be gone.
In my heart you will forever live on.
Farewell you bid unto the world.
Farewell I echo to you.
I choke in the invisible tears.
The reality kills me as I drink
in the truth of my deepest fears.
Why Narcissus?
Why my true love?
Why you?
Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn.
My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat,
strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips.
A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you
. The water paints a beautiful picture,
golden and shining in the crystal spectrum.
Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside?
Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind,
can't you see that you're beautiful again?
Beautiful until the end.
I found a flower near the enchanted pool.
You placed it there for me, didn't you?
Forever the echoes cry out in my mind.
Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again.
Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end.
Farewell, we shall be together again.
Look for me in springtime
Where barefoot children play.
Loving my fair complexion,
As it dances on display.
Eyes, canary yellow,
Edged in vermilion grace,
Mirrored by crystal pools,
Like stars of outer space.
Poems forever written
Catch my eternal bliss.
Stanzas continually stressing
Sweet semantics, this.
Lovely scented aroma
Tends, it seems, decry,
Solomon in grand glory
Was never adorned as I.
Elegant in splendor,
Lustrous petals white,
Narcissus Poeticus Actaea
A poet's fond delight!
Ich fand eine kleine Narzisse
Die dacht‘ sie wär‘ eine Rose
Bezaubert von ihrer Einfalt
nahm ich sie mit nach Hause
Sie war glücklich
So bin ich
Die Narzisse steht in der Vase
in voller Blütenpracht
Ich habe sie gegossen
und vor mir gestellt
Sie ist glücklich
So bin ich
Die Sonne scheint auf sie
reflektiert in meine Augen
Ich seh‘ ihre schöne Farben
und wurde dadurch blind
Sie ist glücklich
So bin ich
Dann stelle ich sie vor dem Spiegel
Sie ist an Wahrheit gestorben
So bin ich
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I found a little narcissus
who thought she was a rose
endeared by her naivety
I took her home
She was happy
So was I
The narcissus stands in the vase
in full splendorous bloom
I watered her
placed her in front of me
She is happy
So am I
The sun shines on her
reflects into my eyes
I see her pretty colours
and thereby became blind
She is happy
So am I
Then I placed her in front of the mirror
She died of truth
So did I
Those tranquil waters of the pool,
Now sullied by his zealous kiss.
Could not reveal to natures fool,
This perfect trap by Nemesis.
Sustaining life by beggars needs
"Alas" he weeps; Echo replies,
With his last word "don't leave" he pleads
Despair now etched upon his eyes.
Alone he laid with lovesick gaze,
When blindness came it set him free,
He slipped into the mirrors haze
To drown bereft of dignity.
Leaving behind his golden ring
This place forever no one knows
Wherein the early blush of spring.
A lonely xanthic flower grows.
And fields and springs faithfully prayed
with hope and love, in life`s sacred dance.
In beauty of his mind, Narcissus survived.
And lovely seasons never would be fade,
because the travel met the hope`s grass.
And fields and springs faithfully prayed.
And so, the people part was well weighed:
good deeds, and good will in human stance.
In beauty of his mind, Narcissus survived.
And sweet like honey, could be always made
this life with all its joys` and sorrows` chance.
And fields and springs faithfully prayed.
And finally, no reasons stayed to be afraid
by travel, and its expected change.
In beauty of his mind, Narcissus survived.
Metamorphoses in role the being had played
as time, prepared what he might advance.
And fields and springs faithfully prayed.
In beauty of his mind, Narcissus survived.
NARCISSUS
Night seems so long
And loneliness strikes like a storm
Running away from miseries
Closing my eyes can't hide the emptiness
I know, I can't be with you
Sorry, I can't stop loving you
Saying my prayers that may time run so fast
Up to the moment when fate reaches your heart
So that when I find you again....
'your love will ease all the pain!
'an empty verse'
an empty hand
~understand~
The glass IN your hand
can drown out ten-
thousand and ten;
Hearts,
~an emptiness~
looking for
a
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r
. . . . . . .
Oh, Holy Nights enlighten me to see,
Ten Drops from the glass
I could drown myself asking for a drink
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I ponder the greatness of love
and then I let it go
two hands under the masters hand
* * * * * * *Romans 16:11*******
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A parade of parodies
I wouldn't fall in love with my own image like Narcissus did -
the fool!
What was it that he saw that made him so give up his heart
for something unattainable.
I wouldn't fall in love with my own image like Narcissus did.
Perhaps it was the pool he so adored, well, if that be;
How then it did deceive him cruelly.
Poor, poor, sad boy; if he had but received real love,
instead of nothing but a miming mug,
I'm sure, that he would not have sought to waste,
So valuable a thing as love upon a flimsy face.
I couldn't fall in love with my own image like Narcissus did,
When what I see when I look at my face
are blots, not seen when I stand in the shade,
But magnified now I move closer in.
But then he had no spots, no wrinkles too.
Still, even if mine was so smooth,
That I could fool a women's touch with it,
I do not think I could, like him, pine after my own image.
If Narcissus had just been a female
she would not have been infamous at all
Admiring her locks in clear water
she might have been anyone’s daughter