Narcissism Poems

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The King’s Demise

The King’s Demise short poem

He knows no boundaries in deeds of evil Sinning wilfully Swollen with conceit Disguising himself as a servant of righteousness Masquerading the truth An imposter going from bad to worse He takes revenge on all who oppose him Making threats

Certitude

Certitude prose poem

She beamed melancholy Her darkness a beacon, My eyes captivated By the tilt of her smile. Skin of scars begging To ease, save, steal, To rebuild upon her stars, If she’d have me. In letters, then laughter She came willingly,

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Prisoner Of A Narcissist

Prisoner Of A Narcissist short poem

I’m alive though all the years of abuse, but I’ve not been able to truly “LIVE” because my head is full of fog, confused and don’t know who I am. Suffering from anxiety and depression. I live in a prison,

Parental Advisory Needed

Parental Advisory Needed long poem

Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused

Poems containing references to : Narcissism

He And I

He And I short poem

He and I (a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism) He loved himself and I loved him He believed he was superior and I was happy to be his shadow He wanted all the attention and I always showered it

Mist In The Shadows

Mist In The Shadows long poem

More choices is an illusion that laces the present with hope. Incessant are our needs yet like an endless race. Sullied with unattainable goals- we take a step back for a better perspective. Tracing our steps we devise plans that

Emancipation

Emancipation prose poem

I feel, A strange hunger A hunger for freedom… Though I have, Yet I desire… A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation… Can never get too much of freedom, The thought lingers, To play on my mind… Freedom… Intangible yet priceless,

Brooding

Brooding short poem

Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,

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Your Story

Your Story long poem

He was the boy next door, Who used to look at you everyday, You didn’t know anything about his feelings, But fell for him each day…! One day you went on to pour out your words, and talked to him

Importance Of Prayers

Importance Of Prayers short poem

One may experience it or not but Prayers add to my psychological strength And contribute to my efforts to succeed By creating a better and positive environment. Many believe prayers as wastage of energy and time but what I shared

Loving People

Loving People prose poem

It must have been at least five years ago that I saw him for the first time I must admit, his looks and the way he dressed, were not the inviting kind He was quiet, presented no threat to anyone;

Silence Of The Heart

Silence Of The Heart ballad

Words go unspoken, more often than they should My love for you is real, but it is often misunderstood Sometimes I feel lost, like a ship that sails off course The stars have closed their eyes; I have lost my

Marvelling High Hills

Marvelling High Hills short poem

Marvelling high hills up my fainting spirit, And lend a vast lashing greenery to my coffer, That entice me to sneak the wonderland, A wanderer in nature thereby. Lo! Me too already on lakeside, The same watery hive binds me

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

The Mist Of Love

The Mist Of Love short poem

‘The mist of love That flows in the air Is felt in the heart That truly cares And though only A fleeting chance Still it was a great And fine romance Our love was fragile Like the wind that blows

Sky Cycle

Sky Cycle short poem

The skies are grey, why don’t I say hey The skies are purple and we’re kissing in front of people The skies are pink and I say I love you in a blink The skies are red, I invite you

Spleen

Spleen short poem

I’m closing my eyes, not to see the rain falling on the rags of autumn; not to see the trees abandoning themselves to the wind- ragged soldiers which forgot about fear, abandoning themselves to the desperate courage, when there is

Cogito Ergo Sum

Cogito Ergo Sum short poem

For God and mortals’ sake, Speak no more of Cogito ergo sum- Nor think what I think I become Nor what form I think I take. The mind is indivisibly amorphous! It has no visible or indivisible form; To invisible

Countless Times

Countless Times short poem

Countless Times I fell, Countless times I rose, Countless times I cried, Countless times I pleaded, Countless times I felt suffocated, Countless times my heart bleed. Countless times I wanted to run away, But never got the courage to have

Honey Mooner

Honey Mooner short poem

There was a silky assault by a gray cloud over the sickle moon and I went crazy. Moon said I will come again for the glittering makeup when the curtain are drawn. Indelible tattoos on my breast will haunt you

Way of life

Way of life prose poem

The mother knows compassion and grants permission the father accepts responsibility and manifests reality the child is born and experiences god directly the adolescent unfortunately forgets its connection to the divine the teacher shares self-evident truths and growth occurs the

April Green

April Green short poem

I sat at the table with rotted drawers scribbling the April green drawing spirals with a French curve when sunshine was there drawing straight angles with the set square because clouds were needed too I learned flowers’ shapes by heart

Not Today

Not Today short poem

A change of season Is simply no reason A former belief Is just no relief A bird of prey knows only one way But you know what they say Any way you want it Just not today! A changing mood

Roots

Roots short poem

It was a beautiful day after the storm. Fever was rising in branches. Severed moons on road started listening to explosive-laden snow. I went for the jugular. Why poisoned goats were set free for the cougars? Existence was a positive

Moments

Moments short poem

[Composed in a class room.] Have you felt what an alien face said? From a land not yours of this birth, And thus in a fleet moment beheld, The tiny dimensions of the earth. Have you seen the colors of

Dad’s Message To Daughter

Dads Message To Daughter prose poem

Baby when you were born it was a pleasurable morn a baby was my only dream you came like a lovely gleam In your black eyes I got lost climate was cold with frost you looked like a beaming sun

Winter Rose

Winter Rose short poem

If you were but to sate the fear of loneliness in my heart Would you let me drink the smile from your eyes? Would you stir the sleepiness in mine While I spend all the dark days Ignoring that particular

My Life

My Life prose poem

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

Unconscious Mind.

Unconscious Mind. short poem

I asked him what is it that you like in me He answered I wouldn’t say like I’d say I fancy you, You test me everyday And for us each day is a struggle But when it passes I am

I Am Burning My Bridges

I Am Burning My Bridges short poem

To search you I am burning my wheels. Put your hands on my shoulders for opening the book. To read the message between the words. When the time comes I want you to smear my ashes on the stones of

2,000 And Something Years Later

2,000 And Something Years Later long poem

2,000 AND SOMETHING YEARS LATER We still need him more than ever… Of course his wasn’t the best of times but Things just keep getting worse and now It’s here to you’re and mine… Well and I just can’t stand

Monster

Monster short poem

Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain

Matthew Chapter 15

Matthew Chapter 15 short poem

Open chapter fifteen In the book on the pew between the soiled pages is a letter from Matthew Read it till next Sunday Read it till the end And when the end is near I’ll pray for you my friend

Bowl Was Still Empty

Bowl Was Still Empty short poem

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

Truth, Justice And Evidences

Truth, Justice And Evidences long poem

Shylock and Portia, in a court-scene, One to shed blood, and the other Not to shed blood, on one and the same condition, To be true to the court, in favor of justice, On rules and regulations, against Antonio, A

O Girl

O Girl short poem

You might be subjugated, You might be misunderstood. Society may slander you- Don’t get weary of remarks, Don’t feel heartless! Because the wise, Would rise for you. To protect you, To help you build a name. To help you wander,

The Reflection

The Reflection short poem

When in fragments I view myself My judgement based on a trifling Or not so trifling that has roused A tremor of mistrust and misgiving Momentarily rubbing my claim to A greater understanding of life situation Enough to cause a

Trust

Trust prose poem

Have you felt it? Little foetus feeling safe and secure Sometimes agitated and fidgeting This to be human will join the race Satisfy family-give unconditional love Obey religion-work without expectations Tolerate politics-be loyal and patriotic I could hear the foetus

The Sketchy Dreams

The Sketchy Dreams prose poem

I also want to see how the moon smiles when the moonlit walks and twinkling stars bath in it I also want to see the mysterious blue sky where everyone wants to fly and kiss its divine lips I also