Vanity Poems
#vanity
Vanity poems, poetry about excessive pride, narcissism, or a lack of humility. Poetry about the self indulgent admiration people have about their own appearance or achievements.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 6:55am
6th Jan 2021 6:55am
Black To Red
It's an optimist's world out there
My style is out of touch with you
All I've ever known was shrouded dusk
The skin reflects the person within
Nails are painted black as coal
Somehow I yearn for a little more
Bleeding from my finger tips, blind from the sight
Of this brand new shade
My style is out of touch with you
All I've ever known was shrouded dusk
The skin reflects the person within
Nails are painted black as coal
Somehow I yearn for a little more
Bleeding from my finger tips, blind from the sight
Of this brand new shade
#identity
#myself
#vanity
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 4:03am
5th Jan 2021 4:03am
Desperate(ly) seeking [humility's fickle death rattle]
A humble rose
of sheer desperation
in a vapid
r a g e
of sunlit clamor
fickle to grow
in that
imperfect soil
or even
such a prideful request
to bloom;
Beautiful,
unto thine own hubris
and only then,
in stark
thorny
spiked-fullness
of forceful cruelty
twice multiplied
Once,
so sweetly scented~
now,
best left to wild abandon
Free and heady
in such alloyed air,
bellowing justly acid rains,
from strangest
unattended creationists
which wetted ...
of sheer desperation
in a vapid
r a g e
of sunlit clamor
fickle to grow
in that
imperfect soil
or even
such a prideful request
to bloom;
Beautiful,
unto thine own hubris
and only then,
in stark
thorny
spiked-fullness
of forceful cruelty
twice multiplied
Once,
so sweetly scented~
now,
best left to wild abandon
Free and heady
in such alloyed air,
bellowing justly acid rains,
from strangest
unattended creationists
which wetted ...
#shame
#vanity
#learning
#apathy
#tolerance
70 reads
15 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Dec 2020 6:37am
20th Dec 2020 6:37am
Vanity’s Reprisal
Falsehood joviality stolen birthrights unbeknownst of humility documented by scrolls written of ancient time
Fourscore the crown falsify echoes of bloodied birthright disparity as it once flowed like sands of time
Give me liberty, you gave me death
Stolen heritage unto every mankind worn proudly of a soulless heart given less
Burdensome history, not rooted of melanin creed
The first shall be last, shall be first again, beautifully seeps of Moorish DNA bowed, until death principles will bleed
To the mountaintop I’ve looked over, seen beyond the Pale...
Fourscore the crown falsify echoes of bloodied birthright disparity as it once flowed like sands of time
Give me liberty, you gave me death
Stolen heritage unto every mankind worn proudly of a soulless heart given less
Burdensome history, not rooted of melanin creed
The first shall be last, shall be first again, beautifully seeps of Moorish DNA bowed, until death principles will bleed
To the mountaintop I’ve looked over, seen beyond the Pale...
#spiritual
#vanity
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
72 reads
5 Comments
Skump_1
Skump Davis
Skump Davis
Poem Published
19th Dec 2020 9:00pm
19th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Haunted
#anger
#depression
#hate #vanity
#hate #vanity
54 reads
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Oslynray
Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 8:13pm
16th Dec 2020 8:13pm
The Siren
I bat my eyes,
Make knees go weak,
Poor fickle fools...
Can’t help being drawn to me.
I can make them do whatever I say,
With a warning not to cross me,
Or in blood they pay.
The Siren calls... loud and clear,
There’s no escaping it,
You can’t block your ears,
Souls I gather,
Moans and screams I hear,
Ego fueled in the name of their fear.
Men can be weak.
Men are too easy,
They fall all over themselves,
For a chance to try and please me.
Wishing to posses my heart,
Hold, love & squeeze me, ...
Make knees go weak,
Poor fickle fools...
Can’t help being drawn to me.
I can make them do whatever I say,
With a warning not to cross me,
Or in blood they pay.
The Siren calls... loud and clear,
There’s no escaping it,
You can’t block your ears,
Souls I gather,
Moans and screams I hear,
Ego fueled in the name of their fear.
Men can be weak.
Men are too easy,
They fall all over themselves,
For a chance to try and please me.
Wishing to posses my heart,
Hold, love & squeeze me, ...
#dark
#spiritual
#vanity #wisdom
#vanity #wisdom
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faithmairee
Poem Published
24th Nov 2020 4:36am
24th Nov 2020 4:36am
Possibilities
My first senyru:
Possibilities
I've got churning in my mind
With so little time
Possibilities
I've got churning in my mind
With so little time
#strength
#honesty
#misunderstood
#vanity
#wisdom
49 reads
4 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
13th Nov 2020 1:00am
13th Nov 2020 1:00am
getting away with murder
murder melts on
the tongue like
ice cream
murder is a blue
fish with yellow
stripes swimming
in a green sea
murder is the
sound heard
between the
crunches of
eating cereal
the quiet murder of
moments on a lazy
August afternoon
the tired eyes of murder
lying next to you in a
love gone sterile
murder in the velvet
mouth of the news
murder in the shaking
hands of the artist
murder in a Hanoi
whorehouse
...
the tongue like
ice cream
murder is a blue
fish with yellow
stripes swimming
in a green sea
murder is the
sound heard
between the
crunches of
eating cereal
the quiet murder of
moments on a lazy
August afternoon
the tired eyes of murder
lying next to you in a
love gone sterile
murder in the velvet
mouth of the news
murder in the shaking
hands of the artist
murder in a Hanoi
whorehouse
...
#humankind
#vanity
#hypocrisy
65 reads
4 Comments
Soldierrye
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 00:18am
1st Nov 2020 00:18am
Pumpkin Lady
There once was an old lady
Who lived at her pumpkin patch
She was conjuring up a potion
To regain her youth back
Unsure of how to make it
But she really didn’t care
The only thing that mattered
Was that she felt repaired
Obsessed with her pumpkins
She added one to her mixture
Once she was satisfied
She applied it to her features
Her toothless grin felt frozen
Saggy skin began to harden
Feeling her face with her hand
A deep panic set in
Unable to move her face
She bolted to her...
Who lived at her pumpkin patch
She was conjuring up a potion
To regain her youth back
Unsure of how to make it
But she really didn’t care
The only thing that mattered
Was that she felt repaired
Obsessed with her pumpkins
She added one to her mixture
Once she was satisfied
She applied it to her features
Her toothless grin felt frozen
Saggy skin began to harden
Feeling her face with her hand
A deep panic set in
Unable to move her face
She bolted to her...
#Halloween
#vanity
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5 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 6:08pm
23rd Oct 2020 6:08pm
Pescatarian
I bask in the sunlight
It's 12:58
The air is cool and the breeze undulates
I separate the wavelengths
Into red green and blue
I analyze the footpaths
Of the fatal chosen few.
Destined to walk
On concrete sidewalks
And they lean to the side
To pick a rose:
Now a door, close;
Bilateral vision of the third-most degree
Something's afoot
Something smells fishy
I glance at the reflection
Of a plane overhead
In the tinted window
Of a casket and head
It's immovable and fetal
By joves it's superb! ...
It's 12:58
The air is cool and the breeze undulates
I separate the wavelengths
Into red green and blue
I analyze the footpaths
Of the fatal chosen few.
Destined to walk
On concrete sidewalks
And they lean to the side
To pick a rose:
Now a door, close;
Bilateral vision of the third-most degree
Something's afoot
Something smells fishy
I glance at the reflection
Of a plane overhead
In the tinted window
Of a casket and head
It's immovable and fetal
By joves it's superb! ...
#men
#food
#vanity
56 reads
11 Comments
BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 6:59am
23rd Oct 2020 6:59am
"Mainstream" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 22/9/2014
So Is It ... " Your Dream " ...
To Become MAINSTREAM ... ?!?
I CANNOT Lie ...
Sometimes My Mind ...
Has Been Inclined ...
To Visualise A Time Where I ...
Could Be ... " THAT GUY " ... !?!
That People LOVED ...
Like ... “ WARM Sunshine “ ... !!!
But Recognised That DARKNESS Rides ...
With Getting A Slice of The DEVILS' Pie ... !!!!
Because MANY It Seems ...
Now Seem To BELIEVE ...
That ILLUMINATED Teams ....
Run MAINSTREAM Scenes ...
“ Know what I mean !?! “ ...
To Become MAINSTREAM ... ?!?
I CANNOT Lie ...
Sometimes My Mind ...
Has Been Inclined ...
To Visualise A Time Where I ...
Could Be ... " THAT GUY " ... !?!
That People LOVED ...
Like ... “ WARM Sunshine “ ... !!!
But Recognised That DARKNESS Rides ...
With Getting A Slice of The DEVILS' Pie ... !!!!
Because MANY It Seems ...
Now Seem To BELIEVE ...
That ILLUMINATED Teams ....
Run MAINSTREAM Scenes ...
“ Know what I mean !?! “ ...
#music
#vanity
#sports
#greed
#art
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
10th Oct 2020 4:23am
10th Oct 2020 4:23am
"Claims" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 16/8/2013
MAN ..... !!!!
I'm SICK of All The CLAIMS …
People Make Nowadays … !!!
" CLAIMING They THIS ! " ...
" CLAIMING They THAT ! " ...
Talkin' Bout' How …
They Makin' Guns CLAP … !!!!!
And EMPTYING Clips … !!!
WITHOUT Cash For Bullets … ?!?
See These Are The FIENDS …
Who Talk of BIG Schemes …
Talk of Their Teams ... !!!!!
But DON'T Have The MEANS … ???
To SUPPORT What They Speak … ?!?!?
CLAIMING They CHIC … !!!
When They And Their Clique …
Are...
I'm SICK of All The CLAIMS …
People Make Nowadays … !!!
" CLAIMING They THIS ! " ...
" CLAIMING They THAT ! " ...
Talkin' Bout' How …
They Makin' Guns CLAP … !!!!!
And EMPTYING Clips … !!!
WITHOUT Cash For Bullets … ?!?
See These Are The FIENDS …
Who Talk of BIG Schemes …
Talk of Their Teams ... !!!!!
But DON'T Have The MEANS … ???
To SUPPORT What They Speak … ?!?!?
CLAIMING They CHIC … !!!
When They And Their Clique …
Are...
#lies
#honesty
#humankind
#vanity
#hypocrisy
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0 Comments
Valeriyabeyond
Dhyana
Dhyana
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 9:08pm
9th Oct 2020 9:08pm
Glue Like Complacency
Held in the grip,
by used cellophane, singe
its coat, burning reflections
behind eyelids stuck shut,
Mirrored avenue,
where trees drink in,
black-- bile
Crowded, rich with dwarf willow
Throwing her embrace
around the dense, strands
of an old man's beard
covered with thick lichen
It hangs free
like morbid hammocks
whose anchor has rotted--away
Languid
oxalic acidic talc pits holes
in this heavy-- metal collar,
around her neck
chains dangle ...
by used cellophane, singe
its coat, burning reflections
behind eyelids stuck shut,
Mirrored avenue,
where trees drink in,
black-- bile
Crowded, rich with dwarf willow
Throwing her embrace
around the dense, strands
of an old man's beard
covered with thick lichen
It hangs free
like morbid hammocks
whose anchor has rotted--away
Languid
oxalic acidic talc pits holes
in this heavy-- metal collar,
around her neck
chains dangle ...
#MentalHealth
#vanity
#obsession
102 reads
10 Comments
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