Ego Poems - Poems about Ego

Is it an eternal furnace of coal? Is it the murky dark night of my soul? Is it a fathomlessly hollow well? Is my ego as perilous as hell? Is it power and strength in their fullness? Is it existence in its absurdness? From this coffin, could I ever return? Herein, would I perpetually burn? Are days in ego unendingly nights? Does affliction, herein,...

Continue reading...

Seasons change New life blossoms New Beggings Sure to come However Stains of the past carry on The grip of racism Yet to let go Historical tragedies Come and gone But one remains timeless and strong Discrimination of a certain colour Hate towards black people Yes seasons change New mindsets born A system so flawed Has yet to be updated Houses destroyed...

Continue reading...

On every outing…no touting or fostering of pouty louty shouty postering… No flouting of the definition of classical ebb and flow rendition… Yet boundaries scouting…Rooty sedition routing the opposition… Echo the past…poetic…the ship’s mast and fillip for the cast.. Prophetic.. to and fro athletic ascetic aesthetic …traditions bestow and glow… No 20/20 generic…why old school is still and always will...

Continue reading...

Is it a furnace of coal? Is it a bottomless well? Is it the night of my soul? Is it as unsafe as hell? Is it might in its fullness? From it, couldn't I return? Is it death in absurdness? Here, would I endlessly burn? Do days, in it, look like nights? Is it a whirlpooling sea? Grief here, they say, like snakes, bites. Is it...

Continue reading...

A bouquet of fresh air never fades. In an intimate setting. The ocean is veiled in secrecy. Murmuration's breathtaking patterns. Starlings moving as one entity. The ego is a third party. Your secret admirer. Harmony without effort in nature, dreaming up a vast green pasture. This is no ordinary slumber. Sweet, rose-colored winds of change, The ocean is an incompatible weather vane. Dread and dream...

Continue reading...

Hypothesis: What is an ego anyways Are we born with it And from the moment we have the willpower we’re tasked with muting it Or does it grow from experiences of rejection Fed by whom? Is it intrinsically preserving, Extrinsically repelling… For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory Experiment: I’d like to think my ego dissolved The moment...

Continue reading...

Ego cups have now been filled To the point of overflowing Confidence and power now heightened Fuel to keep ego’s growing! ...

Continue reading...

I never thought they would figure me out How could they find me in the layers of illusion? I never thought one could completely turn about So many pleasures, I kept them in confusion Now after all these years, it has come to this I push the same buttons, but their minds start to think They’ll kill their ego in their...

Continue reading...

Does life to anyone really make sense? Or is all of mankind, really this dense? God offers his wisdom and truth to man, Yet it still seems we seldom understand. Are we blinded by reason, and logic? Surely, it’s not genes or biologic? While meditating on things I don’t know, It came to me; the culprit is ego. Its goal is to always...

Continue reading...

Click, Clap, Ego Inflation They sit behind the veil of screen thinking cheating is a site unseen each clap a cheer that was never earned everyone laughs, for the spotlight is on shining light on the fraudsters pen vain deceit ghostly stats floating in silent scorn their own applause, no one cares what is a Baker if your bread is stale and unsold your store...

Continue reading...

Leadership once stood so tall, But lost her spine along the hall. No knocks, no words, just silent calls— She wiped away the names on walls. Silence sits—a secret scribe, Whispers soft, commands prescribe. No voice to speak, no hand to shake, Just shadows where the echoes break. Respect once tried to find her place, But Ego barred her from the space. He strode in...

Continue reading...

Artist - derelict and drifter move about like windblown bones bathing in the dry veined riverbed stream fashioning crafts from a lifetime of dewed memory weaving ends that tend to never meet the wealthiest being of this beat would be the poorest elsewhere- Father of northern aurora lairs dancing with ice bears atop great flows so cold, both sun and flyer freeze midair tooth walkers...

Continue reading...

The Merger of Clowns where the two are out performed by amatuers Sorrow the pains of birdseeds that were thrown at the frowning two cursing and swearing they ruined the moods of many in attendance there boozey breathe also noticed by there challengers in song the lose it dance they have been defeated the balloons were pitiful and there costumes were somethey had worn the night before they bottles of...

Continue reading...

Proverbs 18:12 “Before destruction the heart of man is haughty, and before honour is humility.” In the stillness of my senses, I hear a voice the voice – often distant, giving me its opinion when I look at the world and see, it is me that looks to be, the one I hear telling me to give into the...

Continue reading...

Ego Vs. Soul Thing Let's Take A Crack At It. (No Peaking.) Ego, Well There You Go, Right Away, That's Not Just One Word... Even If I Narrow It Down To A Trillion. * Psychology Paints It Several Times As A 'Scientific' Term... But That Science Is Made With Babies Having Tantrums With Their Toys. Very Specific Maybe - Depending On A Dream. Dragons And Butterflies, Shock With ROAR-Shock! Miss-Spelling Well Intended. * Let's See - Give It...

Continue reading...