Short Narcissist Poems

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Premium Member Narcissist

enamored with the sounds of her own voice
dropping pesky tiresome friends
her mirror doing fine



AP: 1st place 2021
Form: Kimo


The Narcissist

Trapped within it, as though owned by
World's glamour-creed, the devil.
No mirror, up to the real held.
Soul, repulsively evil.
Form: Rhyme

Neighborhood Narcissist

Engagement is tempting,
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims,
Yet with time,
Light crushes darkness.

California Gaslight

Trapped inside
his mirror
Prevarication 
flows
A narcissist
parading
The emperors 
— new clothes

(Flexing In Brazil: November, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member the United States of what???

Who'd convert our earth to a sty?
What narcissist fool loves to lie?
Thus the insane Trump 
Will command a dump
Not U.S.A. but U.S.I.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Dumpster Fire

It’s not that it’s anything new,
It's all "I" and "Me", no "Us/You".
If we nominate Trump,
GOP’s in the dump;
I'll keep saying it until I'm blue.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Burning Love

He was a narcissist
With a touch of an arsonist 
And got burnt by his own desire
For he was cremated 
By the love he created
Setting his heart on fire

The Chef

I ate today not much but enough to taste the poison of my narcissist a recipe that is always force fed my beauty in starvation derived from evil

Premium Member housing the mentally ill

We see how this narcissist gloats
D.T. needs M.D.s who take notes
They say he is mad
And Trump's ballroom pad
Should be staffed by men in white coats
Form: Limerick

My Epic Comeback

i say it like it is
you dislike it for what it is
for you started this.
now making a a** display
like crazy freaks with malpractice and hate
narcissist btches ur a public display
Form: Epic

Inside

Accusations and lies
the narcissist with demons inside
Stand on your toes
carry a yoke on your shoulders 
No one must know
Store it away in folders
whilst dying the boulders
Alone she sighs
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Narcissist

She pretended that she cared about her fellow man
We who really knew her well, knew better for sure.
Those who were fooled thought she was sweet and pure.
She could twist things around as only a narcissist can.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Strings

Giving without stings
	is the empathic thing

Giving with strings
	is the narcissist who stings

Beware the skin of softness
	Keep an eye on the sword

Enticement has its dangers
	Paradise lurks forewarned

Premium Member Morphed Memory


On wrinkled canvas winter spider 
weaves senility web,  
grief of loss instilled in hedonist psyche. 
Memory morphs into metaphor 
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in snapshot of narcissist framed.

Narcissist

You call me Narcassistic 
You should be mad at yourself 
For being mad at me
And thats me being optomistic
You claim that i'm selfish
While you act all helpless
For someone so lethargic
That comments a bit overzealous
© John Conde  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Narcissist Still




In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright Now, like the stars, they come out at night Once cavalier narcissistic I have grown much more realistic As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight
Form: Limerick

MANTRA

 She sees in bearded baba
 a radiating white light
 follows him with trust and peace

 alone in the bed meets him
 for mantra in the ear
 only to discover

 a rapist narcissist
 reciting his ode to sex
 in three-word phrases

Premium Member Too Old To Be A Narci!

When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks Too old to be a narcissist what’s left is a pacifist *Tender genteel haters do not make good peaceniks!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Drums Through the Bramble

Atheist or Pagan
which gets to dream
reasoning stilted
 spirits unseen

Rational narcissist 
tribal taboos 
if given the choice
it’s easy to choose

Atheist or Pagan
contrast to compare
the first in self-worship
—the second aware

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Grown Up Big Baby

a creep, an asshead, joker, fool
he wants to make another rule
a narcissist who wants his own way
the family leaves, not one will stay

tired of his trickery and pouts
even his parents are now on the outs
no one speaks to the grow- up big baby
his attitude as welcome as rabies
usa
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Meeting Captain Bee

Captain Bee of the Ship McKee had a reputation all over the Seventh Seas
A pirate narcissist, who made people grovel down to their knees
He had cold steely blue eyes, and he was fearsome to the point of absurd.
I was fearful of this pirate, until I realized that Captain Bee is a canary bird.
Form: Rhyme

Posing For the 'Gram

in improbable scenarios I like to prance about
filtered to the max with an enormous pout
my fingernails are fake and so are my giant boobs
I'm promoting useless product that I will never use 
I'll say anything to get more followers on the ‘gram 
I’m a narcissist unaware of how ridiculous I am
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Narcissist Impulse


Time turns on wrinkled canvas,
winter spider in twilight hour 
weaves senility web, 
empty eyes wander in wasteland. 
Hedonist psyche refuses 
to gauge the grief of loss. 
Face morphs into metaphor 
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot 
of narcissist impulse congealed.

Only Time Will Tell - Monoku5 Cliche

Only Time Will Tell great sex won't out weigh, narcissist expectations ~ only time will tell Cliché used: Only time will tell Contest: Monoku 5 Cliche Sponsor: Silent One 1/4/2017 Placed Second Note: This is just an observation of the sacrifice people make to NOT be alone
Form: Monoku

Singing Darkness

In hirsute adolescence
a narcissist climbs
the breast and becomes
a graveyard of moons.

Talking of marginality,
a hole in the chest
ejects a secret of peachy skin
when wind was selling sex.

Most corrupt was me
always telling truth about the
warm eggs of chaotic legs
who will not climb down the street.   



Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

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