Short Narcissism Poems
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you
me
you
me
who do you choose
tis' it vanity
you
you
you
never me
The fine line
between
charisma
and narcissism
Defines the border
separating
magic
— from farce
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Engagement is tempting,
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims,
Yet with time,
Light crushes darkness.
Weapons grade narcissism,
nuclear results
Fallout clear, scorching dear
—free speech its main assault
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The arrogance
of ignorance
Where narcissism
hides
A hall of mirrors
paned in shame
Reflecting
— only lies
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Preferable to have controlled narcissism
than having low esteem...
Controlled we can perform
merit things... low esteemed,
we are useless to ourselves... !
Nothing embarrassing have I ever done
Nothing stupid or silly under the sun
Never my own horn did I toot
My perfection you can't dispute
I've out lived everybody who could tell anyone
lies
and excuses
await:
narcissism
sees itself...
no one else
exists:
ego
emits
pre-occupation-
admits
nothing
up close
myopia
passes by
without seeing
the obvious...
As believing Christians doubt
errantly forgetting God,
He intercedes judiciously,
kindling love mid narcissism.
Our Paraclete,
quenchable, resident Spirit,
teaches us vital wisdom
xenolith, yokefellow, zealot.
Narcissism
It’s all about Me!
This shall always be my wish—
A fool’s vanity . . .
Thinking of only me . . . me!
I’m so wondrously perfect!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 16, 2017 (Tanka)
The world is full to overflowing
With those who only care
To sell themselves.
Everywhere you look
Everywhere you turn
The tired old wares
Of ego hang
For all to see.
They think they are flowers
But they’re attracting no bees.
(5/17/26)
I do not think Gabe’s obsession is narcissism his mother said.
I wondered if she had more than bones and flesh in her teensy head.
He has been laying prone on a smooth reflection pool.
Looking at himself for two years, like some weird ignorant ghoul.
a confessional
age
in the culture
of
narcissism
sub-conscious
& disguised
ubiquitous
sits
the selfie-soul
overshadowed
by
obsession
in the
making
a mirror
myth
for
others
to
see
Knowledge, freedom, acceptance
Ignorance, subjugation, resistance
The extremes of our existence
Caring, loving, devotion
Insensitivity, hate, revulsion
The extremes of our emotion
Faith, repentance, salvation
Disbelief, narcissism, damnation
The extremes of our creation
WIZDUMBs BY JA 745
The narcissism
of small differences…
The egos crown
of thorns
The sharper each
individual barb
The more frequently
it’s worn
A grand
pontification
Whose wind
blows just one way
Into the face of
vanity’s ghost
In jealous
—disarray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
Raw landscape:
narcissism
forages the belly.
Picking up the figs
from passion flowers.
Is that right ?
Can you sow the seeds
on a cloud ?
Unclothed words ?
Stealthily
a guerilla smashes
a summary of centre.
A falconer
releases a prey
to feed an anarchy.
Satish Verma
Alone
I turn in bed
Face,
The empty space.
The warmth is
Gone.
A light that shone
And blinded
My fears.
Staring
Knives for eyes,
They rip my soul,
Apart.
Warmth,
Where are you?
Not enough…
Anything?
No texts or calls,
Even emails.
Put lamar
On,
And sink,
Back into time.
Narcissism,
Thy name is
Poetry.
Im all
I have.
I write
So
I know i
Exist.
Speak to me in words I understand.
Don’t let pompous attitude embroiled
With your intellectual narcissism
Cause you to judge my words with disdain
Because I write with veracity and simplicity.
Humility has such rich virtue,
And when all material matter
Is spent, is what will be remembered.
There is such evidence left by
Humble poets in their timeless poetry.
Sons and daughters
Mothers and fathers
Even if it bothers ya
to think about it..
The only person
you're guaranteed to live with
twenty-four seven
is your own self.
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This addendum is only for the form wonks out there.. if you're not a form wonk, please disregard... k, here goes...
Yep, EPIC!!...
(narcissism runs in my family), so sue me ;)
So many ways to spend my day
texting, twittering, tweeting
On TikTok when I'm not meeting
in a Chat Room or on Zoom
There's Linked-In and Facebook
Meta and Google
Self-promotion and narcissism galore
A thousand ways to trumpet my bugle
Yet the very best place I've found me
~ is where your loving arms surround me
It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.
Can I come out of
your body and kneel
before death ?
Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.
A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.
Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.
Can you eat your
words please ?
There is nothing left on the plate.
Satish Verma
"I bet it bothers you that at my weakest,
I am still stronger than you."
This quote is widely spread
may have been said first by Nero.
Winded by narcissism,
this squall might rank - EF-0
Weakened by arrogance, it does no damage
compare it to the Spanish dinero.
obsolete!
Dreamily
she prances and preens as she floats,
paces the gleaming tiled floor,
admiring
images
of her other self, they seem so real,
yet quite surreal in soft, liquid
light,
reflections
on crystal facets, on mirrored prisms
of a glass closet exclusively
designed
for those
with galloping narcissism to pander to,
those awed and swept off the floor by
themselves.
A hermit without a shell is a
weak, pitiful creature.
It wonders alone for onlookers to
moisturise their naked skin with
empty tears.
They feel no shame when mocked
for their fetishized strife;
flagrantly flailing their flaking skin
to justify their tantrums.
The terror and turmoil that it sheds
plagues even those passingly amused.
Until we are all naked, afraid and alone.
Lonely birds of our time
Took off from the tarted lands
of narcissism and neglect alike
Flapping wings to no rhyme
Struggle over the low grounds
In depravity and high self spite
When the mountains rise high
The cheery lot from nice homes
Put their merry hearts in it and fly
Lonely birds dread the climb
For their souls are scared and hearts beat up
And bearly hold any life
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