Poems About Vanity Published by Members Recently Online
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
464 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
464 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
22nd Jul 2019 6:51am
Three Ladies and the Gent
Three Ladies and the Gent
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
This place of rest is called “the Inn of Abu Masrur,” from the stories told by Scheherazade. And so the strange tale begins again. His first night in the mythical hotel finds him greeted by the three ladies from the book. John sits on a Divan where the blonde woman plants herself on his lap. She uncovers her hair from her veil. She asks John, “Good sir, what name does my hair go by?”
John smiles at his good fortune to be in the company of not one but three beautiful women. He ponders for just one minute. Then he says, “Yours is the sun which...
#women
#vanity
#metaphor #sensual
#metaphor #sensual
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6 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
Sweet Reprieve
I’ve done a number on a few
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
#bipolar
#confessional
#deception #vanity
#deception #vanity
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
Sweet Reprieve
I’ve done a number on a few
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
#bipolar
#confessional
#deception #vanity
#deception #vanity
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
Sweet Reprieve
I’ve done a number on a few
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
#bipolar
#confessional
#deception #vanity
#deception #vanity
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
3rd Apr 2025 7:44pm
Sweet Reprieve
I’ve done a number on a few
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to...
#bipolar
#confessional
#deception #vanity
#deception #vanity
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
1st Dec 2017 8:56pm
1st Dec 2017 8:56pm
DEAR SANTA, OR, WANTED - NEW BIRTHDAY SUIT
Inspired by recent Facebook meme which read:
"Dear Santa,
I would like a new
Birthday Suit this
year. My current
one is old,
wrinkled, and
sagging."
Dear Santa, bring me a Birthday Suit -
The one I've got no longer looks cute
Within the opposite sex's view -
So my body looks as good as new.
The mirror's depressing evidence
Is getting too much for confidence;
Gravity seems pulling my flesh down -
Not the body I was proud to own.
Give me one...
"Dear Santa,
I would like a new
Birthday Suit this
year. My current
one is old,
wrinkled, and
sagging."
Dear Santa, bring me a Birthday Suit -
The one I've got no longer looks cute
Within the opposite sex's view -
So my body looks as good as new.
The mirror's depressing evidence
Is getting too much for confidence;
Gravity seems pulling my flesh down -
Not the body I was proud to own.
Give me one...
#rhyming
#funny
#vanity
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
1st Dec 2017 8:56pm
1st Dec 2017 8:56pm
DEAR SANTA, OR, WANTED - NEW BIRTHDAY SUIT
Inspired by recent Facebook meme which read:
"Dear Santa,
I would like a new
Birthday Suit this
year. My current
one is old,
wrinkled, and
sagging."
Dear Santa, bring me a Birthday Suit -
The one I've got no longer looks cute
Within the opposite sex's view -
So my body looks as good as new.
The mirror's depressing evidence
Is getting too much for confidence;
Gravity seems pulling my flesh down -
Not the body I was proud to own.
Give me one...
"Dear Santa,
I would like a new
Birthday Suit this
year. My current
one is old,
wrinkled, and
sagging."
Dear Santa, bring me a Birthday Suit -
The one I've got no longer looks cute
Within the opposite sex's view -
So my body looks as good as new.
The mirror's depressing evidence
Is getting too much for confidence;
Gravity seems pulling my flesh down -
Not the body I was proud to own.
Give me one...
#rhyming
#funny
#vanity
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0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
1st Dec 2017 8:56pm
1st Dec 2017 8:56pm
DEAR SANTA, OR, WANTED - NEW BIRTHDAY SUIT
Inspired by recent Facebook meme which read:
"Dear Santa,
I would like a new
Birthday Suit this
year. My current
one is old,
wrinkled, and
sagging."
Dear Santa, bring me a Birthday Suit -
The one I've got no longer looks cute
Within the opposite sex's view -
So my body looks as good as new.
The mirror's depressing evidence
Is getting too much for confidence;
Gravity seems pulling my flesh down -
Not the body I was proud to own.
Give me one...
"Dear Santa,
I would like a new
Birthday Suit this
year. My current
one is old,
wrinkled, and
sagging."
Dear Santa, bring me a Birthday Suit -
The one I've got no longer looks cute
Within the opposite sex's view -
So my body looks as good as new.
The mirror's depressing evidence
Is getting too much for confidence;
Gravity seems pulling my flesh down -
Not the body I was proud to own.
Give me one...
#rhyming
#funny
#vanity
779 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:09am
7th Feb 2025 3:09am
Storytime! Shut up and Listen!
#courage
#patience
#TimeHeals #vanity
#TimeHeals #vanity
147 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Vanity Published by Members Recently Online
