Selfishness Poems

Selfishness poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of selfishness poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on selfishness are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

I, Me, Myself

I, Me, Myself short poem

I have three friends Born some time back Now making my whole World They are named I, Me, Myself Friends were many before Mani, Mini, Tanu, Manu I need them no more As now I have I, Me, Myself Why

Do You Bleed

Do You Bleed short poem

Did you see sparrows any more? Did you listen to the songs of dropping rain? Did you ever dream of sunshine…? This what we have done to us So close to life yet so far This is what we have

Ouroboros

Ouroboros short poem

Ouroboros is its own meal The same is true with Those from own country that steal! To hamstrung the incumbent Most party members are not hesitant. Ouroboros,they adore their party, Which they obliviously or Otherwise sully with A rent-seeking identity.

Poems containing references to : Selfishness

20 Years Old

20 Years Old short poem

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

The Nursery Lessons

The Nursery Lessons ode

Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went

Conflicted Love

Conflicted Love prose poem

Conflicted I tried, to comfort, reassure myself, I did not lose, gain knowledge. Yet the sorrow within says differently. This was not love, but dislike for me. Not that it was my reflection, actions of others, my heart tells a

Love

Love short poem

I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’. Love is not jealous, they say Love is

Daily Revelations

Daily Revelations long poem

Deprived of affection and a sense of belonging one retires to a sanctuary of isolation. Arraigned by the acute pain of rejection the walls become his or her world. Indicted with selfishness and antisocial behavior sleep is the best defense

Forever!

Forever! short poem

Forever Pain seems like a beautiful concept, as I sit contemplating your demise. I gazed into eyes constantly deceitful in nature, I guess that would explain you ignorant behavior. Love seem like it would last forever, but thoughts of selfishness

Epic Zone

Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in

Through A Cat’s Eyes

Through A Cats Eyes short poem

She stands on all four a guild of colors and patterns- rubbing off mystery and heed with pries for eyes! I reach for her head; she purrs faster than my pitapat. I go back to my kitchen, shut the door,

These Voices

These Voices short poem

These voices in my head they haunt me And taunt me They tell lies To try and tie my emotions down My selfishness tries to get the better of me but I can’t let that be Was sick of people

Cobain Rises

Cobain Rises long poem

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

A Prayer Against Rape

A Prayer Against Rape short poem

God, how long will you tolerate this world? The man is turning out to be an Ape. Falling prey to his lustful desires & utter selfishness, Everyday some girl is becoming victim of rape. How a man can go to

Rise From The Grave

Rise From The Grave long poem

People with greed and selfishness rule this world of umpteen wonder The one who burns within himself for not digesting the prosperity of the other is recognised as a good Human being Living for oneself is not living at all

I’m Afraid Of Girl Friends

Im Afraid Of Girl Friends long poem

This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.

Changes

Changes short poem

The All Destroyer, Leaving nothing untouched The smile of innocence curved to that of forgetfulness. Words soothing, once pecking the fruit of togetherness. A glance of kindness, now forgotten in deliberate ignorance. Feigning to flow, yet stuck in the middle

Pure Love

Pure Love short poem

Pure love Love must be mutual with the total and absolute pureness from two people And not pure selfishness by someone only interested in his/her wellbeing as a couple It has happened before that somebody tries taking me to bed

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

Dark thoughts

Dark thoughts prose poem

The brightest light shines deep but pure black darkness is infinite I surrender to its awe of depth without how would we know light’s speech Darkness is somewhere kept behind a door until intelligence opens in expression to be unique

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O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult

White House

White House short poem

It was a rape of a city. Go ahead. I still speak the old phrases with back pain. And let fly the silence in beautiful emptiness of a swollen heart. On pain of anonymity I wanted to clear my name

Nobody

Nobody elegy

I am nobody I am a king without a throne A garden in the desert of a tree Who knows where I come from Who knows where I go Who knows why I spare my dreams for nothing I am

In Your Hermitage

In Your Hermitage short poem

Scared I was, entering an eave, Of holy hermitage, and pious naïve, To tumble down, from regal to rag, And love your attire, and delicately drag, Entwining a smile, gazing your chest, Dilemma of ardor, intimate of best, Your blissful

Terracotta

Terracotta short poem

With fractured hands I lit a pyre of small nudes with pink globes. A moon bleaches me white in a long night. A reprieve was needed from the scorching sun opening a jinx of a metaphor. The poems will take

The Mask

The Mask elegy

Strangers on the street stare at you in awe thinking to themselves that girl’s got everything; even the people closest to you are blind, blind to the storm brewing in your mind. Your best friend says your pretty without makeup.

Last Of The Sunlight

Last Of The Sunlight short poem

Last of the sunlight filtered in In through the window Lying lazy on my couch I saw Particles Particles dancing in the rays In the rays of the fading light Suspended thus Hanging thus What might they be thinking? Prancing,bobbing

A Parallel Universe…

A Parallel Universe... short poem prose poem

She lifted me gently in her arms, Smiles and warmth all around, She cuddled me closer to her chest, Humming a lullaby that resounds even today, She looked at me in the eye, Her words were soft and divine, Her

Just Excuses For The Pain You Caused

Just Excuses For The Pain You  Caused short poem

I saw you standing in the doorway you smiled ever so gently and leaned down to kiss me. But the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes since you were not home last night. I called you from the concert we

Let’s Get It On

Let’s Get It On long poem

LET’S GET IT ON any which way you desire it doesn’t matter to me let’s just get it on oh baby, baby, baby and do it all night long LET’S GET IT ON, LET’S GET IT ON… your place or

Time/illusion

Time/illusion prose poem

What is time? Is it something we have? Was it granted to us from the great beyond? What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it. Is time an illusion, something not really there?

Transformation

Transformation prose poem

After this time and distance apart.We age like wine.when we met what a spell lost in love ; a story now I can hardly bear to tell. commitments were made, promises to never stray.knowing all along things will change, this

Disguise

Disguise short poem

Disguise In our age of awakening Believing in ghosts or devils has become foreign To the consciousness Astonished at the progress of technology Empty minds even can not become devil’s workshop Refused to become But sensitivity realizes that Devil has

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Incessant

Incessant short poem

There is a clock that ticks At never closer than Eighteen minutes to six Of course I would never use a rhyme In a poem about time But there is this tick Just gone twenty to six Which ticks It

A Brief Encounter

A Brief Encounter short poem

I’ve waited all week to again see your face To smell your perfume during lovers embrace Hold your hand gently stare into your eyes I whisper I love you the truth never lies We look at each other with longing

Hiroshima Forgive Us

Hiroshima Forgive Us short poem

Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never

Life – A Drama

Life   A Drama short poem

I was send to the ‘Cradle’ of earth To perform the ‘Drama’ of life The set was ready, co-actors too. I felt easy to play my role As my character had hardly anything to do Years flew by; I too

He is flowering

He is flowering short poem

His sadness is flowering into something so beautiful, Those who utter its name will burst into an ecstasy of butterflies, His emptiness is ripening into a fruit that is so full, Those who touch it will arrive beyond the gate

Cool Air

Cool Air prose poem

I saw a man the other day sitting outside in his chair, who seemed to enjoy the cool, night air. He sat and watched daily life pass by with glistening eyes and a warm, bright smile; thinking about those who