Short Narcissist Poems
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enamored with the sounds of her own voice
dropping pesky tiresome friends
her mirror doing fine
AP: 1st place 2021
Trapped within it, as though owned by
World's glamour-creed, the devil.
No mirror, up to the real held.
Soul, repulsively evil.
Engagement is tempting,
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims,
Yet with time,
Light crushes darkness.
Trapped inside
his mirror
Prevarication
flows
A narcissist
parading
The emperors
— new clothes
(Flexing In Brazil: November, 2025)
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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!
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)
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
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.
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
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
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
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