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.
She is not the one
She's no more • yet you see.
This wild one.
Wave rogue • in a sea.
Beguiled fun.
Of course • you are afraid.
Your instinct • is not wrong.
If you choose • to stay. • One day,
You know, • she will • be gone.
Abandoned • finds you reason.
This • is why you're drawn.
She is • but the season.
Change • is her song.
She will never • take it back.
The piece • of her love.
When you fall • off track.
She • will carry on.
With her smile • all the while.
Nowhere, • she belongs.
Long ago •...
This wild one.
Wave rogue • in a sea.
Beguiled fun.
Of course • you are afraid.
Your instinct • is not wrong.
If you choose • to stay. • One day,
You know, • she will • be gone.
Abandoned • finds you reason.
This • is why you're drawn.
She is • but the season.
Change • is her song.
She will never • take it back.
The piece • of her love.
When you fall • off track.
She • will carry on.
With her smile • all the while.
Nowhere, • she belongs.
Long ago •...
#courage
#happiness
#honesty
#romantic
#vanity
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I Moved To Someplace Warm
When this
one noticed
that the
weather turned cold then
so did your love, I
moved to someplace warm
and get
away from
you both.
one noticed
that the
weather turned cold then
so did your love, I
moved to someplace warm
and get
away from
you both.
#friendship
#fiction
#dialogue
#vanity
#choices
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Proudly Proud
armoured with hot pride
holding banner, waves of self, ride
head held high eyes forward
march the proud brigade
self-righteousness holding scales
judge and jury to the common mass
the word 'I' emblazoned on puffed chests
gloved hands in salute raised to self
They are the hooded horde
who think they're chosens of God
holding banner, waves of self, ride
head held high eyes forward
march the proud brigade
self-righteousness holding scales
judge and jury to the common mass
the word 'I' emblazoned on puffed chests
gloved hands in salute raised to self
They are the hooded horde
who think they're chosens of God
#vanity
#WritingPoetry
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At the Beach
One day at the beach along the coast of the Jersey Shore.
There was an In Shape Man and an Out of Shape Man.
The In Shape Man said to the Out of Shape Man, “Look at me I am tall, strong, tan, graceful & beautiful.”
He went on by saying, “Look at you, your small, ugly, pale, weak and untidy.”
The Out of Shape Man was hurt by the remarks. He knew he wasn’t fit, gorgeous, or tall. It took him much longer to gain courage and talk to anyone let alone a girl. He had no self-esteem.
Girls flocked over to the In Shape Man. He would flex and show...
There was an In Shape Man and an Out of Shape Man.
The In Shape Man said to the Out of Shape Man, “Look at me I am tall, strong, tan, graceful & beautiful.”
He went on by saying, “Look at you, your small, ugly, pale, weak and untidy.”
The Out of Shape Man was hurt by the remarks. He knew he wasn’t fit, gorgeous, or tall. It took him much longer to gain courage and talk to anyone let alone a girl. He had no self-esteem.
Girls flocked over to the In Shape Man. He would flex and show...
#conflict
#motivational
#vanity
#SelfReflection
#revenge
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isn't that how it goes?
if ignorance is
bliss
then damnation
must be heaven
bliss
then damnation
must be heaven
#dark
#honesty
#humankind #vanity
#humankind #vanity
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Truth
The glass sun reflects
Mirrors who are really you
Reflection of truth
Mirrors who are really you
Reflection of truth
#lies
#mirror
#haiku #vanity
#haiku #vanity
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Asking Jeeves
In nature's toupee sporn of falling leaves
the deli of trees and sleeveless weaves
gathering thieves of old men and hooters
conceived by the winds screaming solo
knuckles and stones rising what lingers
over graves of poets in herringbone
a thundering herd of narcissistic birds
wearing spit-shined shoes and stilettos
in nature's toupee sporn of falling leaves
asking Jeeves for a shoehorn
the deli of trees and sleeveless weaves
gathering thieves of old men and hooters
conceived by the winds screaming solo
knuckles and stones rising what lingers
over graves of poets in herringbone
a thundering herd of narcissistic birds
wearing spit-shined shoes and stilettos
in nature's toupee sporn of falling leaves
asking Jeeves for a shoehorn
#vanity
#greed
#emptiness #hypocrisy
#emptiness #hypocrisy
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Like What You See?
"Like what
you see?" was
what Kirk's
roommate Brianna
asked after letting
him see her on the
floor with
those undies
on her.
you see?" was
what Kirk's
roommate Brianna
asked after letting
him see her on the
floor with
those undies
on her.
#home
#fiction
#lover
#vanity
#seductive
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Meeting In The Ladies Room II
Just a nighty reality check for the ladies, so listen up, we are in a new month and a new year, there are little offerings we can give our bodies to keep it functioning, to promote a healthy living.
Happy New Year to everyone.
We are in the season referred to, as Old Man Winter, the time the skin loses its hydration, the dry hands/feet, and crackling lips.
Ladies, to maintain that suppleness to the dermis skin you must use a less abrasive skin regiment, I must add, the proper way I would say, is to wash your face upon your Grand Rising, in...
Happy New Year to everyone.
We are in the season referred to, as Old Man Winter, the time the skin loses its hydration, the dry hands/feet, and crackling lips.
Ladies, to maintain that suppleness to the dermis skin you must use a less abrasive skin regiment, I must add, the proper way I would say, is to wash your face upon your Grand Rising, in...
#TruthOfLife
#feminism
#philosophical
#beauty
#vanity
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Sassy
Just got my hair cut
Here standing in the mirror,
One thing for sure,
One thing for certain…
I’m one handsome ass nigga.
Bitches keep calling my phone
But I don’t wanna hear it
Rather kick it with my men,
And Our Motto is
Fuck these raggedy ass bitches.
I can’t fall in love with these hoes
Bring nothing to the table.
Want me to pick them up,
Take them out…
And whatever we go do
They expect me to pay for.
Niggas wanna feel loved too…
It can’t just be me working…
Bitch, you gon chase me...
Here standing in the mirror,
One thing for sure,
One thing for certain…
I’m one handsome ass nigga.
Bitches keep calling my phone
But I don’t wanna hear it
Rather kick it with my men,
And Our Motto is
Fuck these raggedy ass bitches.
I can’t fall in love with these hoes
Bring nothing to the table.
Want me to pick them up,
Take them out…
And whatever we go do
They expect me to pay for.
Niggas wanna feel loved too…
It can’t just be me working…
Bitch, you gon chase me...
#vanity
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River of Sorrow
All that you have, even all that you are,
Will one day be lost
If not already, 'tis yet to come
Each loss feeds a drop of sorrow
Into the stream that bubbles beneath the surface,
Coloring each day, each moment, in a slightly off-color hue
Until it grows into a raging torrent
That when least expected, bursts through with a stunning eruption of sadness,
Paralyzing the mind, the heart, the will to breathe
There is no escape - to wish it were otherwise
Is to wish to be other than human - ...
Will one day be lost
If not already, 'tis yet to come
Each loss feeds a drop of sorrow
Into the stream that bubbles beneath the surface,
Coloring each day, each moment, in a slightly off-color hue
Until it grows into a raging torrent
That when least expected, bursts through with a stunning eruption of sadness,
Paralyzing the mind, the heart, the will to breathe
There is no escape - to wish it were otherwise
Is to wish to be other than human - ...
#sadness
#vanity
#bittersweet
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Death Once Again
Death.
I once thought it was mine to control.
Mine to play with.
And you know what?
It is.
It’s all a game.
The pills,
The way they slipped down my throat that night…
I loved it.
I was playing with Death once more.
And Death was playing with me.
We danced and swayed,
My vision faded.
Then,
Like a snap.
My vision returned.
Back in the hospital again.
They tell me,
“Do this and you’ll feel great again!”
I already feel great,
In fact,
I feel, ...
I once thought it was mine to control.
Mine to play with.
And you know what?
It is.
It’s all a game.
The pills,
The way they slipped down my throat that night…
I loved it.
I was playing with Death once more.
And Death was playing with me.
We danced and swayed,
My vision faded.
Then,
Like a snap.
My vision returned.
Back in the hospital again.
They tell me,
“Do this and you’ll feel great again!”
I already feel great,
In fact,
I feel, ...
#death
#vanity
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