Best Self Centered Poems

Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the...

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Running through the Lost Forest of no tomorrows, my heart beats at warp speed as the hideous howls draw nearer. My thoughts briefly digress to...

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It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right...

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Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but...

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I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.

Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with...

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AMERICA, OH AMERICA

America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs...

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It's a cold, cold heart
 that cannot feel
someone else's pain.

It's a heart without feeling
 that averts its eyes
to the ravishings in the world.

It's a self-centered...

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*I've been called a 'shrew,' told I am self centered, petty, and a few other rather insulting and invective names, so here is my rebuke.


Who...

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GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING...

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You can see the little corner of light,
back behind the shadowing cloud.
  If man were not so self-centered,
  we would recognize that which...

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As I remain here where I lie,
I keep asking that I will quickly die.
 
I hate this stupid self-centered life,
where all people are filled with...

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If passion speaks beyond self-centered will,
if stones may cry aloud because a man 
keeps silence, or if whispers wash the mind 
as storms in springtime...

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My Plea

This my plea O world
That drags the dream of peace
Through the mud of wickedness

Rise
From the egotistic slime to wash away
Self-centered muck

Loosen 
Your profane feet...

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she was fragile-
delicate, like autumn fighting 
for reveries of crimson tides,
delirium raced and left no trace,
and before i whispered farewell-
     ...

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“History repeats itself”...
this bad, ferocious creature
outside of us, beyond any 
personal control, that “rears
its ugly head”, and strikes 
“again and again”, delivering 
a fatal dose...

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