Self Satisfaction Poems | Examples

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Premium Member The Team

The Team

Life’s quest begins with natural talent to ascend,
On two legs in motion and words for communication.
With parental guidance and skill development by trial and error,
And observation and utilization of education as time progresses,
Every adventure is new and exciting as the senses are invigorated
And where leaps and bounds are greeted with self-satisfaction.

As years pass, physical and mental development focuses
On windows of opportunity that life offers for existence
Through failure and accomplishment in living experience.
Ambitions realized question rewards and behaviours
That require skill sets and demand continuous repetition
Until exhausted; success may not be the resulting accumulation.

The path to the summit requires effort and commitment
Of physical exertion, and mental capacity to attempt the challenge
With a methodical stratagem, deeper understanding, and patience.
Now is the time for reflection: “How did I arrive at this place in time?”
Many believed in your abilities; the joy and pain, setbacks and gains,
But you are not alone; a team coincides behind you every step of the way.

Premium Member About contests

Writing generates
much self-satisfaction
especially when artfully done

Still we look for validation
Seeking recognition
From sources outside

Gold silver or bronze
Winning is that pat on the back
Somebody is listening and gets you



AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Fella Meatus

Disturbed by the interruptions 
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration 
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction 
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the gameness
and crumbled bacon shall
Enhance it's taste
Cerleies and salts
With sun-dried peppers and
Sun-dried tomato's shall
Crust the external show'd 
Display
We shall cheer with wines that
are appropriate and garnish
Shall accompany the display!

An anchovies and lemon sweet 
caper sauce was an alternative 
To the cowboy gravy show
I adored them both
But wanted the
Wagyu burger
I longed and lusted for it
One of the lady body guards
Bought six burgers
Up to the room after

The ice cream and cake show
I knew her Friend from Canada
He had been a Bouncer at my
Club in lobster town Maine!
Hollywood thumped with disco
I danced to a
Slutty Opera Tune
I love my wife
Aria Concerto
She make love just
Likes she dances


Parade

Displayed self satisfaction
Thought we shared
A crack in your smile
Who knew you cared
Can't remember the sound of your moan
A parade of lights all alone
This city used to feel like ours

Jabbers

Voices ringing with the same story 
Like they did long time ago 
For it's the only thing they know 
It's the only thing they can do
To jabber behind someone's shadow 

Vilifying day and night
They're like parrots jabbering 
About how sour a grape is 
For they failed to plant their own
Or they themselves don't have that kind of value 

They hate beautiful things 
Because they simply can't see beauty in themselves
They only like doing and saying foolish things
Because it's the only thing they know 
Like it brings them ultimate self satisfaction

Premium Member As Pride Looks On


In tones of frenzied feelings,
Rage, responding to rage,
Chiseling on the stone, a heart
Dusted with doubt, jealously,
Hesitant to believe 
There was once a gentle light,
Glowing like glittering diamonds 
In eyes – soft as the music 
Soothing the darkness and risking
Everything, to say…

Yes, despite it all, the marriage,
The light glistening in eyes so wide,
The beautiful of a bond,

Despite the fight between two,
Who know that forever…
Forever can bring them back together,
There are tones of darkness,
Frenzied thoughts and feelings,
Stirred by rage, blaming the hurt,
Feelings who bring with them…

The need to be right, above all else,
Prideful and glowing with vanity,
Bleeding conceit, arrogance – self-satisfaction
So that, not only is the marriage dissolved,
The feelings, they bleed with a wound…
So deep it can never be resolved,
It erases even the sweetest memories,
As it resonates with superiority.


Premium Member Bullingdon Boys

BULINGDON  BOYS


    Bogus ! Bullingdon boys !
    Engaged in chaotic noise,
    raising cheerful voice
          but not pretty sight.
          All are out at night.

   Bold Bullingdon lads !
   Made basically mad,
   Yet frolic and glad
              but never to enjoy
               with so called good boy.

  Brave Bullingdon guys !
  All male , not in guise.
  No way to compromise .
             Fanciful jolly roguish,
              quirky, waggish, impish.

  Bullingdon boys run wild,
  belonging to stormy guild
  Unruly and non disciplined .
                  Dizzy, whimsy, crazy.
                  In worthless job , busy.

   Bullingdon boys do no harm,
    Athough always raise alarm
    and can’t bring any charm
                     to polished sophistication.
                      Absorbed in self satisfaction.


04/ 07/ 23


Bullingdon Boys


Contest by Joe Maverick

Premium Member Adrift In My Halo

Ditch greed, self-satisfaction, and selfishness.
Break free from the high-stress atmosphere.
I aim to overwhelm myself with full awareness.
wasting my breath by uttering worthless fear.

Break free from the high-stress atmosphere.
Cast wayward in the raging wind and thick fog.
wasting my breath by uttering worthless fear.
Grief breeds faint hope as it dilutes grim slog.

Cast wayward in the raging wind and thick fog.
This is a purification treatment for myself.
Grief breeds faint hope as it dilutes grim slog.
Flown over streams, lakes, and the house shelf

This is a purification treatment for myself. 
Swimming in my huge ocean invites me back.
Flown over streams, lakes, and the house shelf
And moon-glazed seas send me to sleep track.

Swimming in my huge ocean invites me back.
I aim to overwhelm myself with full awareness.
And moon-glazed seas send me to sleep track 
Ditch greed, self-satisfaction, and selfishness.

Written: February 17, 2023

Premium Member Then and Now

When did we lose days when truth was high,
when friend was a friend, years unending;
Government could look us in the eye.

Before hurling insults was trending,
seems like it was many years ago.
when we hid words that were offending.

The drug scene was pending; we didn't know
Facebook was, thankfully, then unseen
Heros in space was our nightly show

Today's world has dissolved into mean,
self-satisfaction its new refrain.
Perhaps science found hidden hate gene?

Prolific drugs causing pain and gain.
Streets are the beds where homeless lie.
Children, babies in obvious pain.

Some walk by not hearing silent cry
Who'll save us all from upheaval street?
Mother Earth shudders and time grinds by.

Our song became a discordant beat.
How will it end? At best bittersweet.

December 29, 2022
for Now and Then Poetry Contest
by Unseeking Seeker

Premium Member Song Imprisoned

Song imprisoned

      Lone musician
     engrossed to play violin.
    Resonance ripples
    on prelude to interlude.
     sinking in self consciousness.

     Self-oriented!
     Releasing emotive urge
     in joy and sorrow.
     None to share, none to listen.
     Rhythm of tune to glisten.

     An enlightenment:
    An ethereal ecstasy:
    Self satisfaction.
    Alone artist enjoying
    mystic morose melody.

     Lone bird imprisoned
     in cage stoops being drowsy.
     silent, no whistling.
    It has forgotten to sing,
     dreams of open sky in vain.


10/27/22

Image no. 3         word count < 165

Painting Prompted

 Contest by Lisa YY

Premium Member In Praise of Mentors

Deliver me from the arrogance of self-satisfaction
Feeling content in myself, as though I needed no one,
Thinking of others as no more than a distraction
Failing to acknowledge how many helped me run.
Owing gratitude to the many mentors in my life
They share the trophies for victories I’ve won,
Many were there guiding me through the strife,
“No man is an island,” said poet John Dunne.

It’s so easy to boast and say, “I did it my way,”
Few, certainly not me, made the journey alone
Every one of us has many debts in life to pay,
Without a sculptor, we are rough-hewn stone.
So, let’s take a few moments this fine Sunday
Recognizing those who, for us, paved the way.

Written October 23, 2022

Premium Member Fanning the Flames

Some love provoking the comfortable
Raising the ire of those set in their way
Stirring up tension among the implacable,
Start embers glowing, then walk away.

They wear the smirk of self-satisfaction,
Troublemakers are consistently annoying
Making inane arguments for a reaction,
Argument for argument’s sake enjoying.

Nasty creatures they who poke the fire
Leaving disgruntled feelings in their wake,
Seems they always want to nurture ire
Between their companions discord make.

With every intention to walk unscathed
While hurting feelings of foes and friends
Ever quick to fan the flames at issues raised
Then especially reluctant to make amends.

Written September 24, 2022

Premium Member Spectrum of Ignorance

Arrogance rests on the spectrum of ignorance
Somewhat camouflaged by its superior air,
I surmise one requires huge gulps of intolerance
To maintain equilibrium teetering there.
“Pride goes before a fall” intones the holy book,
It does not appear to discomfit the haughty
Who traipses through a life without a second look
To monitor their poor behavior so naughty.
Neither do they respond when called on to explain
Their attitude so warped by self-satisfaction,
Some have suggested they are marginally insane
I rather think they are soiled with putrefaction.
These narcissistic fools so in love with themselves,
Believe they merit a place on museum shelves.

Written September 21, 2022

Destiny's Play

In a three -storey building, with great walls,
Lived a girl who spent her day with dolls.
One day, her family happened to leave in a car crash,
Leaving her alone with their Ash.
In their three- storey building.

Near lived a shoemaker of great skill,
Accompanied by self- satisfaction and a great will.
And a family of three to feed,
But not a three-storey building to reside.

The girl has everything, but happiness is on leave,
The shoemaker still has more memories to weave.
All was the plan of destiny,
To make the girl struggle at a tender age,
Or to keep the man happy without any penny.

Premium Member Focus

an
essential focus
   self-analysis
 of the
   instinctive urge

 a contrast so stark
explicit
   invisible
as
explosive
  exploits are portrayed

 a mantle
  of a perogative
whipped
 manipulated
yet so delicate
   in self-satisfaction

self-irony
  to the fore
   sensibility
so friable
lacking solidity
as
  fluidity surfaces
the immediacy
  pauses &contrasts
as formal
   tension
is magnified

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

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