Best Selfish Person Poems
Author Dana Redricks
July 18, 2019
People don't show their appreciation and quick to point out our flaws. I often think of God and what he must sometimes think of us. We murmur and complain overlooking his many blessings. I know it breaks my heart to hear someone complaining when I ask the simplest things, when I know I've bent over backwards to help the other person the best way I could. What hurts worse is when you need a hand that same hand pushes you away. I know I'm not perfect and never claimed to be. No wonder it displeases God so to see a selfish person who is always unwilling to give instead always wanting just to receive. Nothing good comes from greed it will only eat you alive in the end.
My mind still thinking of what to write,
My pen is eager to compose a nice poem,
To the next generation of people on earth,
Who will continue a legacy of living a good life.
I remembered all the things people did at present,
Things that's what they really needed...a change,
I will put it in a bottle, open and read it my friend,
It’s for your own sake living in this new world.
“Please take care of our mother nature,
It will help you so much in the future,
Give love and be a blessing to others,
Maintain peace and harmony to all”.
“Be a good citizen and love your country,
Practice a habit of praying every day,
Don’t be a greedy and selfish person,
Share what you have, be kind, be generous”.
“Before I forget, be a responsible member of the family,
Spare time with them though you’re busy with your duty,
They will love you, proud of you and you will be a model to them,
I know it’s too much to ask but it’s for your own good my friend”.
“This is only a small favor in a piece of paper,
A simple poetry from a concerned writer,
But it can change the world for a better place to live,
Follow it and your good deeds will make the people saved".
December 10, 2012
I am a selfish person.
I do not like that trait in myself,
But I know it is there,
Lying dormant until such a time,
As I may be refused something
My heart may desire.
I cannot correct it, not entirely.
I cannot banish it to some shelf hidden away
From which it cannot creep forward, again
When my wants are not fulfilled.
I can only chastise myself
For my feelings of self-interest,
While I force myself
To feel,
To say,
To do
What I know in my heart
Is the right and honorable thing.
I tell my ego:
“Be silent. Be still. I will not hear you.”
But those whispers of Want
Never fully take leave
Always leaving behind their
Traces of resentment and hurt.
I have learned…
Only time heals the
wounds of my will
And the knowledge that God
Steers my heart in the proper direction.
free verse with poetic device
Having just disembarked from a date with death
on the water, time’s gateway forked for a moment.
Was it the mere dropping of an oar?
or perhaps an encounter with storms?
more milestones, maybe a meeting with the Master?
What purpose was there for extending my life?
Underwhelming thought - a single moment in time.
An irresponsible, selfish person with evil intent -
stabs at significance without a thought, without a care
for whom she hurts or whose lives are changed. OR
Breathtaking thought - a single moment in time,
A responsible, noble human being can create hope
by presiding over, planning for, defining...
inviting the power of the moment.
I chose the latter, went back to school and
became a school teacher to make a difference.
written September 24, 2014 with revisions on June 3, 2018
A Mothers Day Gift
By: Sami LaRose
You're he most selfish person I know
You need to take that huge ego of yours
And throw it out the window;
All you ask for is money and "trust"
But when this request is fulfilled by others it is nothing but a bust.
You let their secrets out like you have a huge story to tell
You are not only a liar
But a thief as well;
I honestly hope that someday you're body will rot in hell
I would compare you to the devil, but see he is more kind than you.
You act like an untamed animal at the zoo
We have no idea what to do with you.
We can't throw you out, or all the money shall be yours
I wish I could literally kick your ass out of the front door
But since their is nothing I can do, I will just saying this
Happy Mother's Day,
You're a disgusting animal at the zoo.
Dear Lord,
I know you have business all over the world, so I'll make this very brief
If it's not your will for us to prevail, then my life I pray you keep
It's not that I'm a selfish person, but I live in constant fear
In a place where if you scream inside, there's no one there to hear
I want to see my lovely wife, for she's a part of me
Everywhere that she wants to go is somewhere I want to be
I want to see my children, for they're little angels of mine
And I think it's fair and only fair for them to see me one last time
I want to be reunited with friends, so spare me if you will
Don't fault me for my wrongdoings, it"s to be killed or to kill
I have to go so hear me now and spare me one more day
And let me live a happy life, for I wish not to perish this way
Five years ago we were together
In the war cold was the weather
You cared for me but I didn’t bother
It was very dark the enemy getting closer
“Take care of the family run I will cover”
Then a gun fire, a painful cry it was over
You died for me why oh dear brother
The sun was up the war far gone
Troops going home and I was alone
Stiff I was just like a stone
For I knew the family had no bone
As I was leaving the bloody war zone
I told my self “what is done is done”
I saw your wife calm as a dove
Holding your picture high above
Then mama asked, “Is your brother alive”
I told them….; mama couldn’t believe
Your wife in pain could only say “oh my love”
I couldn’t stay I had to leave
I was brutal selfish person ever
Mama was always in tears like a river
Always drunk making your lives bitter
But you were there to make me better
Looking at your face I would say never
The truth is you where the family’s last silver
My life has become a loosing game
I work hard to bring a happy flame
But everything I do is so lame
For am not you things won’t be the same
Their eyes say “your death I am to blame”
Either ways you are more alive than I AM….
The only reason for being sad
is holding on what is worthless,
another reason is selfishness;
joy is empty when one is bored.
Somebody should notice
how strangely you act,
putting your feelings first,
getting all the praise;
and showing no love for me,
you take the sweetness
out of each of each memory
bringing rain and unhappiness.
The only reason for being sad
is revealing the selfish person
that you are, not caring if words
hurt and make you feel good
when they should cause you pain
if they were actual thorns.
The only reason for being sad
comes from your silliness...
that I owe you everything
even the anger you're feeling;
woman, no selfish heart can be
if it doesn't share all the joys
that the other feels and would
share with this lover who is me.
Copyright ( c ) 20018 by Andrew Crisci
Every Person ever born
will go through the worst moment of their life,
the moment death or tragedy strikes
and though not all alike all will suffer alike
In those worst moments
all are saved by the people around them
the comfort and support they bring
The worst thing possible is
you find you have no people around you,
you have no people who care or love you
you have no human comfort thrown to you
The worst thing in life is
selfishness
but also dangerous is
selflessness
we all need to put ourselves first
but not as a selfish person
alone by yourself hurts worse
without a selfless person
you're not really living if you're alone
WISE ADVICE
Speak the truth in front of a liar.
Speak about love in front of your enemies.
Speak about peace in front of an offensive person.
Speak about consolation in front of a sad person.
Speak about sharing in front of a selfish person.
Speak about holiness in front of an evil person.
Because you will sound as
Honest person,
Appeaser,
Loyal person,
Comforter,
And holy man.
Do not speak about your husband in front of a single woman.
Do not speak about your blessings in front of a cursed person.
Do not speak about your dreams in front of a hatred person.
Do not speak about your success in front of a failure person.
Do not speak about your liberty in front of a slave person.
Do not speak about your pregnancy in front of a childless woman.
Do not speak about your qualifications in front of an illiterate person.
Because they will be so angry with you.
By Alfonso II Warally Chris.
June 6, 2017.
For once in my life
I got something I
didn't have to give
back
Something I could
most defiantly feel
with no strings
attached
My whole life I've
been waiting for
the "one"
I got him, he's got
me, so for more
there is none
When we are
together I feel no
breaks or tension
As if superman and
his woman were
on a mission
The purpose of this
is to fight for love
Don't give it up like
a selfish person
does
Curiosity killed the cat, well that makes sense. I know the guy, practically my best friend. Well, let me tell you how curiosity saved my life. Maybe curiosity taught me how to love. In which I might have never thought to love, but was going to love in the long run anyway. Curiosity showed me another world I mean curiosity’s kinda fun. Curiosity showed me new friends who taught me to run in the rain, but curiosity met them and they left me. To sit in the rain while people stare not in curiosity, but instead with despair for that girl who was once running in the rain and now only sits there not sure which are tears and which is rain. But curiosity showed me family. Not the ones who have the same blood running in their veins as mine but ones who knew my story and could relate and have not yet to stab me in the back. You know curiosity taught me to tell the truth. But curiosity kicked my butt. Made me a down right selfish person. Made me take sides, blind-eyed, heartless, and cruel. But curiosity made me reflect on the being I was made. Love, laugh, and be. Be me and sweet and free. Curiosity told me to search in my depths and be the being in which I was created. Curiosity showed me beauty and the being I could be. Curiosity is me. And yes I don’t like cats.
Paper
When I sit down to write
I can’t help but feel as if
The words that clutter across my
Sad
Blank
Sheet of paper
Are not my own
I write my words
My thoughts
My suffering
But every time I reread my poetry
I can’t help but feel an overbearing sensation
Of plagiarism
My hamartia is is that when I write
I think about other people
And never about myself
I never actually allow myself to grow alone
But end up alone in the process of forcing people
Who avoid flourishment like an infection
To do exactly that
Sometimes I wish I were more of a selfish person
What pity I have
For the friend that took the poison from my hands
Last time I chose to grow on my own
What people refuse to acknowledge
Is that growth is not just living
But dying as well
And realizing that death is not pretty
And therefore
Nor
Is growth
I have not met a single person
Who did not mistake growth and improvement
For synonyms
While improvement is the act of making a situation better
(Something I seem to be getting worse and worse at)
Growth is seeing things for the way they are
Such as seeing that true improvement is unobtainable
No matter how many people
You take down
Or lift up on the way to your unrealistic idea of happiness
My next statement
Contradictory as it may seem
Is that there is a way to grow
And improve
At once
We come and go through it seemingly as we please
And yet it is somehow still so out of our control
And to grow is to realize that
When we obtain this impossible harmony and balance
It will be anything but poetic
In a situational disaster
disintegrating faster
I need a little chat
with a mate, I got a bastard!
Who can't give his hand,
time is precious on demand,
not a fan of understanding,
he'll dis you and abandon.
Write it off as senseless,
and somewhat unimportant,
distance himself from involvement
and ignore it.
When you tell him your problem,
he'll tell you it's not one,
your approach is what you've got wrong,
then suggest another option,
Tell you it's all nothing,
because you see it how you shouldn't,
it's your thoughts that make you suffer,
and if he faced it then he wouldn't.
He sees himself superior,
up on his balcony,
living with one clear idea,
deny and lie without relief.
States firmly that what is happening
is not enough to factor him
says the fault is in your handling,
which he's fixed so stop your chattering.
His reality is the only one that's worthy,
his time is his and is not for serving
to any other person,
he'll desert them everytime for certain,
belittle them for hurting,
act like they deserve this,
He's a selfish person!
He acts like he's a mate,
but he doesn't give he takes,
yet he's always owed a favour,
excuses that he makes.
Always a complainer,
but then again he's fake,
turns hostile in behaviour,
mind games to get his way.
creates uncomfortable situations,
shows anger in conversations,
to divert those asking questions,
liars live this way.
Demands the attention on himself,
everytime he's in a struggle,
the seriousness is off the shelve,
must help when he's in trouble,
Unaware you live your life,
faking your stress in depth,
unaware of what he's like,
a victim now you've left.
Avoiding him is so unfair,
all he did was care,
what an absolute delude,
creating all that's there.
SHE WALKING OUT ON ME. I ONCE JUST FELT AS IF I COULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO
MAKE HER HAPPY AND WILLING TO MAKE WHAT WE HAD WORK BUT NOW I SEE IN REALITY
THATS ITS TRUE. MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE JUST STAYED THE SAME PERSON I WAS BEFORE
AND LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT THA SLIGHT THOUGHT OR CONCERN OF HOW OTHERS FELT. I
SHOULD HAVE STAYED THAT SELFISH PERSON AND USED PEOPLE TO GET WHAT I WANTED
AND ONLY THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT BENEFITS ME IN THE END.BUT I DIDNT TRYING TO
ACTUALLY CARE AND BE THAT LOVING PERSON I ALWAYS KEPT DEEP DOWN INSIDE OF ME
NOW I SEE IT HAS ONLY GOTTEN ME HURT AND ONCE AGAIN ALONE .