Best Self Centred Poems

Yummy and gooey
Self-centred choc stuck to teeth.
Sugar high on me...

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Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.  
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.  
The kid came...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded...

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Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)

Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are...

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Those were my green and salad days, 
a time of innocence and play, where
marbles shone like pearls and 
every trinket was a treasure. 
The world...

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Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "Baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred...

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Earth element

Driven by instincts feral
Self-centred stance
An animal in human form
Gravity pulled me down

Material possessions
I seized by any means
Territorial behavior
In an imaginary cage

Yet in this density
In...

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SONNET FOR LOS CAMPITOS TEAM
Orinoco flow to Andean peaks, the nation
Protests the chaos suffering and pain
Yet once more you young pilgrims made migration
To this distant...

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I’m here, in this terror.
 Blood, blood puddles everywhere
like after a demonic storm of rain, but instead it’s human red liquid .
Splattering,
leaking and escaping.  
More...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the...

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Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns: 
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role, 
Supposedly not...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live,...

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Defining a Man ( A Letter to my Daughter )

What is a man in these modern day attitudes and parlances of our times
harder now, I...

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Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined  in...

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Girl Talking :It was my fault! Well…
Stage Direction: Begins fiddling
Girl Talking: I’m not too sure; I mean I do remember what happened. I have a...

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