Narcissus was a handsome lad.
In poet’s cloak was cutely clad.
A golden child with golden chatter,
with charm and cheek, the girls he’d flatter.
He loved his mam; he loved his gran.
He loved the gods, apart from Pan.
But more than all these charming creatures,
he loved his own fair, faultless features.
What made Narcissus swell with pride,
like King Canute who turned the tide?
A glimpse into the lake one morning,
when sweet Aurora’s Day was dawning
sufficed; it fired his first love’s passion,
for fairest face, that lake did fashion.
This gorgeous, godlike thing did ravish
his heart, with all its love he’d lavish
upon himself, that noble brow,
as holy as a sacred cow!
The centre of all universes,
his tale they’d tell, for years, in verses!
But gods despised this boy, so vain.
(This pompous pratt was such a pain!)
And Venus said, “it’s in our power.
Let’s turn him to a fragile flower!”
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: dedicated to one of my beloved enemies, the one who described me as narcissistic
- Category: Humor
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Great poem .. really like this . .. narcissists are difficult people .
I like how you expressed yourself in this . Sorry that you were called that .. that isn’t nice if your not that way , perhaps they were projecting their issues onto you ? I’m not sure . I once called someone narcissistic ., they turned it around and said I was that way ( I’m definitely not )
Thank you, Violet. I've been called a lot worse. 😁 I was bemused by this because I know I'm not narcissistic. I tend to reply in verse to my enemies. I find it a healing process.
I guess they were projecting or thinking something incorrect of you .
Loved this. Great lines.
Very good work,well worded and love the way you told your story,
Definitely not a narcissist, I always try to look on the bright side of everything, so this person was saying that you are very handsome and nobody can compare,
When someone calls me certain things I turn it into positivity and erase the negativity, that way I can not lose my temper, which is really short
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