Misanthrope Poems

Ancient Egyptian translation of 'Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul'

Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old:

Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul"
(ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Death lies before me:
like a

Mister 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

An Image of the Netherworld Envisioned By a Misanthrope

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

The Misanthrope

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

An Image of the Netherworld Envisioned By a Misanthrope

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

Misanthrope

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

Self Quarantined Misanthrope Pitched Into Purgatory Wham

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)

The Misanthrope Song

(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

Misanthrope

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

An Image of Netherworld Envisioned By Mister Misanthrope

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

Misanthrope

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

Living As a Misanthrope

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

A Misanthrope Speaks Obscenity

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,

Misanthrope Mantra

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

Misanthrope

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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