"egomaniac" poems
Pluto says
Keep your hug
Pluto says
Dwarf Planet my ***
Pluto says
Sticks and Stones *************
Pluto says
I know what I am
I don’t care
For your “opinion”
Captured by the Kuiper Belt! Please.
Or one my favorites,
A cold rock!
You called me a trans-Neptunian object?
I have five moons!
An 11 year old girl tried to name me.
She won £5 but I’ve had many names.
I am fond of Hiro.
But I’ve also liked Minerva.
I am hardly a minor planet.
In 2006 they tried to make a verb out of me
To "pluto" is to "demote or devalue someone or something.”
**** You!
So passive aggressive and insulting.
I am not carrying that around with me
My orbit is 248 years.
At a 17 degree angle thank you very much
To pay my respects to that egomaniac Sun.
Why would I care what you think?
Perhaps I am envied because I am so far away.
I don’t think that I am far away at all.
It’s relative, no?
Yes, I am removed
from that Versailles situation over there
and all that ********
That horrible planet
You know the one that I mean.
The one that’s crawling with “things”
They’re not even you.
Disgusting.
I am awash with molten ices and
I even sport a plasma tail.
I spin in nitrogen gases
On my own path
Alone
With my FIVE moons!
Just us!
They claim that there are other
Dwarf Planets here and there
And even go so far as to suggest
That I am the puniest amongst them
But with my five and five more still
That’s 10 to 8
And you already know what I can do.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
The cold metal of a silver spoon
Leaves stale memoriesin my mouth
Never had the taste of luck
Nor privilege that blesses few.
Underrated, judged and boxed in
Beaten by myself, along with societies glares
Dare to escape, to fight
The cornered beast flashes fangs
Claiming a cocky egomaniac
Through blinds eyes and deaf ears.
Rise and die for a 1000 days.
Tremors of tears on the fringe
Of empty yet focused demeanor.
Never apologizing for monster
That reflects from success.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
SWINES OF CIVILISATION
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected])
Hypocrisy, sycophancy and snobbery
Are the three swines of human civilisation
All are social and power oriented
Cradling from egomaniac fibre of human cowardice
Complementing one another in to a social blend
Of betrayal, despair and stagnation
Hypocrisy removes authenticity brick
From the mall of civilisation
Sycophancy add aghast deficiency
To the mall of civilisation
Snobbery removes justice and fairness
From the mall of civilisation
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 6:45 AM UTC
I never understood how both
a self-obsessed egomaniac
and a hopeless romantic
could inhabit one body;
perhaps it is the reason
I have spent so much time
in front of the mirror, hating myself.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
I do not want an old man God sat in a throne,
Judging from afar with sceptre and gold
riding on a cloud, sombre and haloed,
stern faced, woolly warm beard stroking,
Michelangelo-esque nighty clad, run of the mill deity.
I do not want a Sunday morning liturgy reference God,
inhabiting musty buildings, documented within dusty books, out dated, out rated, out of duty once a week
(twice if you include the mid-week bible study),
appeasing a sick relative, reluctant, habit God.
I do not want a jolly nodding head back shelf of the car job, kitsch icon, only when it suits me, pocket amenity,
fashion accessory, hobby gimmick God; a God modelled
from routine and agenda and TV evangelism, a convenience style digestible man made allusion.
I don’t want a controlling egomaniac parent God, bent on
setting us unattainable goals and tasks then throwing
a tantrum when the model train set breaks; or a God
who is distant, self-righteous, passive and out of touch,
an elusive, reclusive, exclusive God,
I want an ‘I Am who I Am’ God, whose boundaries are so
immense that to trace them would destroy you. A God
who is completely indefinable, that every brushstroke
put to canvas, every conceivable melody whistled, that
every imaginable word uttered, would barely compare.
I want a God who to stand before would burn my eyes out, make my heart explode; that I would be totally devastated. Yet, a God who is approachable and approaches, a God who is in the here and now, surrounding, dumbfounding, astounding, a God with promise and hope you can taste.
A God who breaks all the boundaries and exceeds every
human expectation and limitation, a God who hears and feels every longing, every desire and creates opportunity,
empowering the heart that cries out, stilling the soul when it aches, a God of promise and hope and deliverance.
I want a God unlike any parent, friend, lover, sovereign, reckless in compassion and filthy with goodness, available and ever there. So dangerously loving, so excessively wise and firm, yet tender, knowing, emotive, compassionate, A God who takes my grief. A God asking to be found and worth being sought.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
She's got art and power
And she's not afraid to show it off
All I've got is a few bad rhymes
Chilled to the bone by an internal scoff
She's a natural born creative
Confidence like a high class egomaniac
I'm an extraordinary type of average
And fragile like a budding lilac
Try to criticize her and she will deny you
Rebuke you, refute you, and defy you
Becoming stronger, harder and better
Nothing you can do will ever end her
Imply that I might somehow be inferior
I will run, hide, and be reduced to tears
Force me to face my greatest fear
Tell me I'm not good enough to be here
That is the difference between me and her
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
"What will you be for Halloween,
Dear little son? Let's see…
What could you be for Halloween?
What would you like to be?"
"I want to be something very scary--
Something that makes the people wary…
A villain who has a spooky face
And makes the world an uglier place…
Who represents an antihero…
Whose record shows he's batting zero…
Who causes suffering everywhere
And acts as though he doesn't care.
That's what I'll be for Halloween;
That's what I want to be."
"What will you be for Halloween,
Dear little son? Let's see…
What could you be for Halloween?
What would you like to be?"
"I'll be the meanest person of all,
Who has no sense of protocol…
Maybe the biggest liar on earth,
Whose only care is what he's worth…
Who many call a political hack
Or a selfish egomaniac…
Who drags the people's names through the mud…
A vampire who is out for blood.
That's what I'll be for Halloween;
That's what I want to be."
"What will you be for Halloween,
Dear little son? Let's see…
What could you be for Halloween?
What would you like to be?"
"I want to make people ill at ease
By kissing up to enemies…
I want to make my critics cower,
The ones who say I abuse my power…
I want my poisonous words to flow
And boost the art of quid pro quo.
I'll pretend I'm heaven sent,
And so I'll be the PRESIDENT!
That's what I'll be for Halloween;
That's what I want to be."
-by Bob B (10-31-19)
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Russian aggressors made their move.
Now they're in Ukraine.
What is Putin trying to prove?
What is there to gain?
The autocrat's messages are cloaked
In lies that Russia was provoked.
Stand with Ukraine as Russian forces
Put Putin's plan into action.
We already know that this of course is
More than a mere infraction.
Playing the role of boogeyman
Is part of Putin's larger plan.
Putin claims his forces are there
To stop denazification.
The argument, which is full of holes,
Is total fabrication.
We already know that he's obsessed
With Ukraine's interest in the West.
We watch as the egomaniac
Causes death and destruction
With this unwarranted attack--
Another Putin production!
Stand with Ukraine in this sad hour
As Putin basks in his ill-gotten power.
-by Bob B (2-24-22)
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
Come one, come all!
I invite you now to the narcissistic ball!
A herd of manipulators will dominate this masquerade.
It will be a sight to see, get your ticket now and don’t be late!
The theme of tonight’s event is sociopathic tendencies,
preying on other people’s vulnerabilities.
Infatuated with themselves, lack any feeling.
Making love to their reflection is what they find appealing.
Mirror mirror on the wall
who is the grandest egomaniac of all?
They will be crowned tonight, didn’t you know?
You will find out if you dare to show!
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
A protest vote?° What the hell?
It really makes no sense.
Young voters can protest, but
It's at their own expense.
A protest vote? Trump over Biden
To shake up the status quo?
That's like shooting oneself in the foot:
Not voting for Joe.
A protest vote? What exactly
Are they trying to prove?
That putting Trump in the White House again
Is an appropriate move?
A protest vote? They'd rather have
A con man and a fake--
A man who caters to Putin when
So much is at stake?
A protest vote? As though Trump has
THEIR interests at heart?
To vote in an egomaniac
Wouldn't be very smart.
A protest vote? They'll find out
If off to the right they swerve,
That come November they will get
The turmoil that they deserve.
-by Bob B (3-23-24)
°Based on reports of protest votes in the primaries
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:24 AM UTC
**I hate you
You only think about yourself
Whatever you do, you do it for yourself
You are a selfish egomaniac *****
I'd rather........**
Selfish you say (she interrupts)
Hate you say (furious)
For the love I've shown you isn't enough, what would be
you have no heart
Your soul reeks of despair
What would a cremated heart know of love?
**What a hypocrite you are
throwing blames whilst knowing
you've forsake our love
I loath the years I've wasted on your compulsion
being enslaved to your beauty
how I longed to taste your lips
Dear God, if I could just meek at my future
and see the monster that had enchanted me**
Because of you
We built our relationship on a fragile glass
I warned you ( talking to her heart)
Never to fall in love
now your in pieces ( tears)
I never wanted any of this
When did love become this bitter!*
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Skewed vision when I followed the cynosure//
Beam balancing
Can’t hold my own sometimes//
Made up characters to separate my thoughts from “myself”//
Split my cares in eights//
Off with the indecision//
Fall asleep as soon as the tears hit the pillow//
Head up, delusional//
Unparagoned//
So I think
Perception shields the egomaniac residing in me//
I make it seem as if so, but really with my intentions, I’ll never know how things will play out//
Misterpretating will be my end//
With no one to truly seek, I play with the inconsistencies.... so what about guilt?//
My character doesn’t mind the idiosyncrasies I portray... I do it for the show
Merging with the relentless and the glorious
It ***** to be Sweet, bittersweet//
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 8:16 AM UTC
They can't feel the pain
they know little of suffering eternally
no looking in the mirror for me
for my soul shines you blind
I fell from heaven
the last of my kind
and love to humanity I do endeavor to bind
make man love man
out worlds love out worlds
the the benefit of a Earth still sitting in blue
proud and most egomaniac
with little ants upon it
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
I wouldn’t put it past you to be so shallow
Your egomaniac nature makes you far from
hallow.
Your patronizing smirk
And your eyes filled with pride
At long last, revealed was the truth you could no longer hide.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC
Today, I got to open the door
They **** everywhere
They **** in the elevator, in the
long hallway, in the truth vending machine:
My brave heart sought a glance from,
Countless(not always) times averted had I,
Now I sought(in snatches)- vain and askance
I stood, exacted by the same meekness.
I could've atleast cried aloud within,
My throbbing brain alone.
Resolve and break off, neatly tucked away.
'Egomaniac!'
They **** in my bathroom. They are in a storm. But eyes unclouded, I could see!
Them ******* Their hands all over...
Exhaust pipes mirroring worlds, for all they care. They are clad in white, faces and all.
When I lie, telling the truth again:
Following it. Asking favours when dumb.
Part of them now stick out of me, Devolving white into the storm. They're seen with my
eyes, trained in my mind, Open my door.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
what sounds good
is that we all write for ourselves
that we write because of passion
we have to
we can’t not write
such drivel
this is a public site
if you post your work here
it is not
just for you /
sure, you like to pretend
it’s all about craft
honing skill
trying to be better
this is a public site
expect feedback ~
lies are acceptable
we are writers after all
poets, really
but you shy away
like that word
hurts you
like embracing your gift
makes you an egomaniac
instead of driven
makes you pretentious
as opposed to free /
each time you type your life
then submit it to this site
you are no longer writing solely for yourself
sorry
that bubble needs burst
you are writing for acceptance
for love
for community
or
you would simply file each writing
into your desk
never to be seen again /
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
I guess it was about time I told you
...here it goes.
You are as cool as a soft morning breeze
On the fringes of spring.
Every caress of air envelops me and
Kisses me gently until I submit
And forget about the world.
You probably don't want to hear this
But you are cheap. You are as cheap as a two
for one deal in dominos.
I feel guilty for a while but it's so good
So I don't care.
You make me forget about the guilt
And in the best way possible
You're value for money.
Being with you is as easy as
Slipping into a pair of old shoes.
I know every crease and stain and
Imperfection in them. Just as I know
Everything about you.
Nothing fits me better than you.
Those shoes will be mine forever
Just as I hope you will.
Putting them on will only become easier.
You are as mad as Van Gogh's lost ear.
Unique and a piece of genius
The emotional honesty and truth that pours
From everything you do is enough to
Enrapture generations and yet I alone am witness.
You are beautiful but neither smooth nor clear.
Your beauty is rough and textured
Like Van Gogh's brush strokes on a canvas.
To say your voice is sharp may appear to be an insult
But believe when I tell you isn't.
Your voice is as sharp as a rapier cutting through
The ******** and small talk.
You get to what matters and open me up
You guide me through. I can't do it by
Myself.
Your smile is as bright as the sun
At noon on a summers day.
It hang high and shines down on me
It touches the darkest places of my soul
And brings them into the light to heal.
It's a struggle but the heat I feel is enough
To keep me going on.
That's enough for now
You deserve so much more but you are quite the egomaniac.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
The past ain't what it used to be,
So now you won't let it breathe,
So now you're buried with your misery.
A deranged,
Left estranged,
Egomaniac.
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 10:41 PM UTC
Look! I can spell SISTER:
SASSY
IRRATIONAL
SICK
TOXIC
EGOMANIAC
REALLY ******
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
According to the dictionary,
A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR would be
Someone who with great compulsion
Stretches the truth habitually.
A NARCISSIST would be a person
Showing an excessive preoccupation
With him- or herself and also displaying
Overwhelming self-admiration.
An exaggerated sense of self-
Importance also plays a part
In how the NARCISSIST behaves.
The person has very little heart.
Abnormally egotistical
And overly self-absorbed and conceited,
The EGOMANIAC can cause
A lot of damage if left untreated.
Being even one of the above
Would make people think you're a ****
But if you were all THREE of them,
You'd be a real piece of work.
- by Bob B (2-10-17)
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC