Best Self Obsessed Poems
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 to the stars,
as everything we love fades away eventually,
like shells lost in a forgotten coral reef -
but in every pain there is a lesson.
As I watch the last icicle of winter drip away,
I eagerly anticipate the return of the butterflies.
To float softly in orange, indigo and ivory,
gifting kisses to elliptical tulips and narcissistic daffodils.
I remember whilst killing time,
wayward winds of winter swept away the name time forgot.
I wandered bewildered where the paths have no name,
drifting into a world of depleted ideologies.
Boredom led me to an entity of virtual hypocrisy.
Where many self confessed queens sat upon phony thrones,
claiming self declared, self obsessed sovereignty.
Demented demons and Devil's disciples,
destroying the wonderment of words,
I felt fatigued from false pretences and virtual vultures.
Until an unhappy confused and cloaked chocolate geisha,
gifted me the sincerity of her intimate inkless quill.
Replacing bleeding tears, she bled alliterations,
expressing her once hidden heartbeats from paradise.
Her vocabulary of vivid visions left me with breathless sighs.
An unpredictable poetic phenomenon,
with a volcanic mind, harmonious heart.
Was I even a poet before her presence gave me life?
There are no superheroes in poetry,
but I ponder if Romeo did not die,
would he have created a poetic garden for Juliet?
My muse is a flower garden, loyal to the core,
enchanting in evergreen picturesque petals,
spreading lilies and lilacs in barren meadows,
because in the darkest night you are the light.
Silent One
21 March 2022
A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
I honestly never thought,I would reach 100. I am so glad to be here.It is all because of the poetry soup members.So many talented poets are here and I am learning a lot from you. More than anything else,it's your encouragement that made me write.Thank you so much for your encouragement and support...
Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take
When your mind has had its fill
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care
Who am I today?
Husband, Father, Son or Brother
A noble thought that gives itself away,
Or some distant, self-obsessed Other?
What shape I don tomorrow
Who can say
If I shall move across my stage
Enacting joy or sorrow?
What tides shall bear me
To what familiar or what stranger port
Whose ears shall hear, whose eyes shall see
Old things or new, of unfamiliar sort
Come crowding 'round my senses,
Who may know
What meanings they may bring,
Or how assault
My incomplete defenses?
For I am, at base, like every man
A shambling, shapeless Legion
Who strives for sense as best he can
Within the compass of his crowded reason,
Bounded fore and aft by birth and death,
Seeking for some middle way
Amidst the crowd he is;
To speak some sense with his last breath.
Lackluster lives filled with emptiness
Around us everywhere
But … seldom do we notice
They are even there
For we have lives of import –
Things of urgency
Making our time busy -
It’s our dependency.
We do not see the child who
Needs our time alone
To comfort, guide and teach them
So their thoughts remain: unsewn.
Then there are the aged
Abandoned in their cocoons
Of experience and history
But … ‘tis we who are marooned.
We ARE our brother’s keeper
But … if we are self-obsessed,
How then can we consider:
‘Tis we, the ones are blessed?
My sub-division is called the place of old people
There’re no young people in their formative age
With no kids but only single mom or dad in ample
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage.
There’re no young people in their formative age
To regenerate returning to their homes in picture
Known as the place of aged people of suffrage
With no ambitions of the present or the future.
To regenerate returning to their homes in picture
No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition
With no ambitions of the present or the future
But it’s place the with self-obsessed bohemian.
No grown-ups with fervent hope and ambition
Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother
But it is the place with self-obsessed bohemian.
To take children around to play no happy father.
Bothering no more for diapers no happy mother
With no kids but only single mom or dad ample
To take children around to play no happy father.
My sub-division is called a place of old people.
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Seventh place winner
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Out of my seven girlfriends
Six and a half are married
one is conscientiously married
to her inner, juxtaposed situation
the second is married to the innuendos
of a rat race,
sitting all day without a back rest
even on a gloomy dark clouds day
the third has chosen a man
to quench her hunger of joint fallacies
of anger, of greed, of plastic smiles
the fourth has married the contours
of self obsessed melancholic constructs
fifth is an abstract piece of broken clay
married to her enigma, which shows in her gaze
the sixth is on an eclectic bond
with her own split self,
a merger of effervescent intellect and a cosmic zombie
the first half of the seventh is unmarried
lives that part as a quintessential single,
open, vulnerable, desolate, creative
the second half is married
to her traverse past
which insulates her from future decadence
When life in the city
becomes too much to bear,
With its winding concrete roads,
Its underpasses and overpasses,
Its tall buildings and speeding cars,
When I am overwhelmed by a sense
of hopelessness and unrelenting stress,
I retreat into the arms of Nature
When life amidst people
becomes too much to bear,
With their big black hearts
And puny shriveled souls,
With their depraved moral values-
Self-obsessed, materialistic and profane,
I take refuge in the bosom of the forest.
I find solace in its solitude,
Among towering trees
and splendorous falls
With its gushing streams
and magnificent mountains,
The verdant fields and emerald green valleys
with rivers meandering through
rolling hills and lush plains.
Pretty wildflowers blooming in their colorful attire
peeping coyly through grass and shrubs
swaying alluringly with beckoning smiles
and the sound of bees humming joyfully over them
soothes my insatiable craving for bliss.
~Your Best Old Poem contest by Judy Konos
Contest:"Chasing the Blues Away"
02/02/13
Pandemonium
P aranoia proliferates among pretending believers
A nxious and terrified by extremist behaviours
N arcissisitic society of self obsessed materialists
D emand and devour all hedonistic offerings
E nveloping themselves in nationalistic fervor
M anifesting their opposition to a united world
O bedient only to their own selfish myopic concepts
N uclear war again raises ugly spectre on the horizon
I deologies clash like the Titans in battle, while
U nderlying hatred, animosity and xenophobia
M anoeuvre mankind masterfully to monumental misery
John Derek Hamilton
July 07,2016
How I look back with regret
At that summer long ago
A sultry sensual summer
A time of sexual awakening
When I was on the threshold,
The blossoming of womanhood
And how I curse the time
I wasted on you
All those hours in your room
Listening to your music,
Your creative juices at work
Your incessant toe tapping
And finger clicking
To your tuneless efforts
Played on the out of tune guitar
That accompanied your juvenile
Angst ridden ramblings
“The music of your soul”
Was what you called it
God you were pretentious
Even for a teenager it was extreme
You were self obsessed,
Self regarding, self centred
Self absorbed, self deluded
Egocentric and narcissistic
In fact if the word
“Narcissism” hadn’t existed
They would have had to
Invent it just for you
If only you had realised
I wanted to make music with you
Raw unscripted passionate music
An ardent duet,
Fervently reprised
I had creative juices
I had creative juices to spare
I had a song of teenage want
About a frustrated nymphet
In lust with a pretentious musician
Who would rather finger his fret!!
Well I had urges
And I was left unsatisfied
By your excruciating folk
And your mournful dirges,
You called me your muse
Like I should be flattered
I didn’t want to be your muse
I wanted to be your groupie
I panted at you in desire
I dressed provocatively
I hinted at my lusty inclinations
I suggested you play my body
Like an instrument
But the sexual connotation,
Like everything else, was lost on you
And I remained unsullied
That sultry sensual summer long ago
Who i am
Gazing at the mirror observing what I see,
all might not be perfect, but it all belongs to me.
In the eyes of the mirror, a woman beckoned me,
when I looked at her from head to toe, I just love what I see.
There might have been a part of me, that to me was never known,
i would have search to find it, if I had only known.
This love for myself that was embedded inside confused an approaching frown
and the moment I spent to discover myself, my world Turned upside-down.
I was afraid of people saying, "Who does she think she is?"
Now i have the courage to stand and say "this is who i am".
Never will i follow the majority of living a life of constant duplicity,
as a successful rebellion, take me as I am, or watch me walk away.
What makes me, me is my originality, with lots of sincerity
and I cherish this freedom which lies in being me.
The eyes of the society might not project its light on me,
but never will this bring me down or makes me think less of me.
No external source will fulfill my void, within me i find my eternal joy.
Known life's is too short to be self- obsessed but when my eyes sent me a rainbow
filled with gentle colors that project confident within me,
my world seems brighter each time i opened up the window of my face.
People today are so self obsessed
So wrapped up in themselves
Banging on about THEIR rights
THEIR civil liberties THEIR freedoms
They have forgotten about the people
Who fought and died to win them
Religious cooperative
When I do- as a liberal should- defend Muslims and
their religion and the right to worship as they wish
yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is
too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands
of this subversion of this eastern religion that is
a comparatively a new religion with elements of
Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is despite what
we have heard and the excesses of the fanatics, who
contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,
a peaceful religion as we see practised by
the Palestinians.
Both creeds Christianity and Islam reject the idea of
free for all sexual norms of Judaism and before we are
dismissed of anti- Semitism I still think we are right
Ready. Set. Go!
But wait I wasn't ready.
Ready. Set. Go!
Wait, i need to talk to you
Ready. Set. Go!
WAIT, I won't go with you
Your running and running in one direction
Not caring or even talking to me
You lied through your teeth
About how this was for you and me
Ready. Set. Go!
I'm not ready
Ready. Set. Go!
We really need to talk.
Ready. Set. Go!
WAIT, we really need to talk
You wont even wait for me
Your making plans all by yourself
I cant bet a word in
It you and you and only you!
Ready. Set. Go!
To bad. I'm done.
You lost the race.
While you ran ahead so far,
Another came and took your place.
He actually cares, he says the truth
He says he loves me \And he means it to.
But what about you?
You self obsessed
And say I'm weird
You cuss me out
and then propose a ring?
I don't need it.
I DON'T WANT IT!!
When I needed you
You ran forward
When i DIDN'T need you
You came back.
So are you Ready?
Are you Set?
Then GO!
and stay that way forever more.
I'm Done!
You became a narcissist entitled manipulative and lazy
you began to lie so much you did it on the daily
wooing people over as you told them their own story
knowing things you need to say so others do not worry
Maximise the first impression and engage authority
fit your friends into the role of being helpful property
envision there’s a hierarchy with you on top the tree
and should you feel there’s challengers gaslight obsessively
You’re all about manipulating the place and the person
you’ll get people to talk as your attention does desert them
but often they don’t notice as their talking not observing
and you want the attention that the rest are undeserving
Grandiose self obsessed vein and most Important
needing to control the whole environment you’re perched in
and everyone around you must obey your instant urges
pushing all the boundaries without a feeling of disturbance
But we grew up together and I’m so aware of you
and because you think you’re better you underestimate me too
I also like to build you up doing the things I do
manipulate the unimportant believing you can’t lose
For when you aim at me with the consequences certain
start performing as you do to find I pull the curtain
when you do the things you do you’ll be the one left hurting
when every plan you’ve ever used will no longer be working
slander me to win the people who I do not need
And you’ll discover no one’s there after the sympathy
after attention you’ve receive you’ll still have nobody
and you won’t have the ego feed because you won’t have me
And though you diss me you will miss me and wish me back around
but I’ll be stating little things your nightmares are about
for you will never see me I will haunt you with the sound
you think you can manipulate, I’m gonna steal your crown