Misanthrope Poems - Poems about Misanthrope

Mister Misanthrope had given up hope On the entire human race He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street With a grimace on his face Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl Most folk scurried as he neared He'd chortle of death with foul rancid breath Which was exactly what they feared The skies became...

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An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope Mein kampf fraught re: emotionally/psychologically challenged impossible mission to cope compared to classmates, I felt like a dope and entertained escapist fantasies, whereby Miss Rainbow (sixth grade student teacher), though robbing the cat's cradle, she would abscond with me, a shy skinny little boy and we would elope to a make believe...

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He had a "hate/like" relationship with the world. His usual reactions were always critical, mostly negative, and his scarce grudging approvals were, at best, luke-warm. He judged everything and everyone immediately, contrasting them with his own imagined greater beauty, strength, experience, knowledge, skills, possessions, courage, heritage, and taste. Anger was his armor and his weapon, and he wielded it mercilessly and without...

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth (dark visceral centre) immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked via weathered tombstones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among...

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Everyone he will ever see Will notice him and flee To the sky he starts to plea Why does everyone hate me Now cast out from society He has lost all hope Now a misanthrope Longing for his neck to kiss the rope He wants his life to end Deeply he yearns for a friend But up around the bend Walks a godsend She talks to...

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Self quarantined misanthrope pitched into purgatory wham! Ably cane resign eternal damnation (mine) courtesy devil specially engraved telegram prestidigitation found me vanishing shazam, without a trace I disappeared in thin air voila Earthly travails atop horns of dilemma ram into me buttucks pitching yours truly ma'am hoisted by my own petard sheepishly wool ewe (red dully) bull heave human bug eyed recalcitrant specimen (me)...

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(Being a song for misanthropes, or people who have just had a really bad day.) I hate the world and everyone in it, I hate the world and everyone here, I hate the world and everyone in it, I hate, yes, I hate the world. I hate the world and the busy-bodies, I hate their words, they’re so full of crap, nothing...

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For the rain which have never been shy Its strange to be this stubborn , this dry Is it a defense mechanism? A lie ? Or is it just who I've become? or am i just high? Its not that I don't feel anymore Its not that I count my blessings and forget my shortcomings... I do keep a score... But...

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Deep within Earthen bowels immensely distant from sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked, via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among their number included a misanthrope who sported...

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MISANTHROPE For Mel, my wordsmith I miss you my misanthropos My groucho cynic hermit But I’m glad you left my life For now I love a man called Phil And he loves all that you abhor Mankind, marriage, me My kind-hearted Philanthropos Who I can’t fault for misogyny Or misology or even misogamy Misanthropos, I wish you well I am not the person to misein And you are...

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I was born as you all were I am all the same that All are in some way or the other I used to love the things that you loved I was the same branch of the that tree And was fed with the same roots As you, you and you were But But I was a step ahead Or they...

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Some insane person is planning a conspiracy against us to weaken our bond of friendship, and this malicious person is attacking us with vulgar and unsound comments, which aren't as ironic as he thinks; let us all give the delirious bully a strong dose of our reality... by declaring his insanity! Police must track this maniac down,...

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Allowing awfully awkward arguments to arise Self-doubt secludes, so sequestered, sadly... sans surprise Madly muttering melancholy mottos Odius, obtuse obligation on auto Deftly denying deteriorating destruction Somehow sickly surrendering Soul's suction Humbly hemming-n-hawing, half-assed heretic Dejected densely dimwitted dumb ass derelict!! Cautiously cradling cuddly collected captions Abandoning all assertive able action Forgetting forlorn feats, fastidiously folding Meandering movement mutates morals molding Leering...

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A Misanthrope The shape I am Whom you reflect upon me And where we actually belong In times of prejudice In times of conflict You exacerbate the lives we live In demolition, you retrograde all And in conclusion You eradicate many. You. Eradicate. Many. Naively You made me a Misanthrope And everybody else Where we hate And distrust mankind Of our own humanity Sad, isn't it?...

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