Poems About Vanity Published by Members Recently Online
#vanity
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Jun 2022 00:42am
13th Jun 2022 00:42am
some pathetic ‘celebrity’ ..
don’t know what internet influencers are they the
same as the crappy advertisers on the telly ?
same as the crappy advertisers on the telly ?
#vanity
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oskar
Poem Published
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
fish for lunch
Fish for lunch
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
#kindness
#dark
#romantic #vanity
#romantic #vanity
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oskar
Poem Published
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
fish for lunch
Fish for lunch
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
#kindness
#dark
#romantic #vanity
#romantic #vanity
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
fish for lunch
Fish for lunch
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
#kindness
#dark
#romantic #vanity
#romantic #vanity
249 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
13th Oct 2022 10:30am
fish for lunch
Fish for lunch
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat
by a conveyer belt working fast for a lousy income.
When she came home, the unsavoury smell followed
clung to her like an old winter coat, wet and formless
yet making its presence unavoidable.
We didn’t have a bathroom, but every Saturday mother
took the tin bath down from the wall, which was
when we children had...
#kindness
#dark
#romantic #vanity
#romantic #vanity
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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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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
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
415 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
415 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:39pm
15th Nov 2024 2:39pm
The Shaggy D.A.
Famous MAGA piece of shit Gaetz
reminds us to be wise with votes
lest we wind up with reprobates
shaming daughters with shameless gloats,
which speak to his priorities,
for underage activism...
as merely bro proclivities
for ill suited public jism,
of which the citizens have heard
enough to think his word absurd
and that he is the biggest turd
to ever chase a teenage bird...
and if he could she'd be his slave
leftover from a MAGA rave.
reminds us to be wise with votes
lest we wind up with reprobates
shaming daughters with shameless gloats,
which speak to his priorities,
for underage activism...
as merely bro proclivities
for ill suited public jism,
of which the citizens have heard
enough to think his word absurd
and that he is the biggest turd
to ever chase a teenage bird...
and if he could she'd be his slave
leftover from a MAGA rave.
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#vanity
#vulnerability
114 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:39pm
15th Nov 2024 2:39pm
The Shaggy D.A.
Famous MAGA piece of shit Gaetz
reminds us to be wise with votes
lest we wind up with reprobates
shaming daughters with shameless gloats,
which speak to his priorities,
for underage activism...
as merely bro proclivities
for ill suited public jism,
of which the citizens have heard
enough to think his word absurd
and that he is the biggest turd
to ever chase a teenage bird...
and if he could she'd be his slave
leftover from a MAGA rave.
reminds us to be wise with votes
lest we wind up with reprobates
shaming daughters with shameless gloats,
which speak to his priorities,
for underage activism...
as merely bro proclivities
for ill suited public jism,
of which the citizens have heard
enough to think his word absurd
and that he is the biggest turd
to ever chase a teenage bird...
and if he could she'd be his slave
leftover from a MAGA rave.
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#vanity
#vulnerability
114 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:39pm
15th Nov 2024 2:39pm
The Shaggy D.A.
Famous MAGA piece of shit Gaetz
reminds us to be wise with votes
lest we wind up with reprobates
shaming daughters with shameless gloats,
which speak to his priorities,
for underage activism...
as merely bro proclivities
for ill suited public jism,
of which the citizens have heard
enough to think his word absurd
and that he is the biggest turd
to ever chase a teenage bird...
and if he could she'd be his slave
leftover from a MAGA rave.
reminds us to be wise with votes
lest we wind up with reprobates
shaming daughters with shameless gloats,
which speak to his priorities,
for underage activism...
as merely bro proclivities
for ill suited public jism,
of which the citizens have heard
enough to think his word absurd
and that he is the biggest turd
to ever chase a teenage bird...
and if he could she'd be his slave
leftover from a MAGA rave.
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#vanity
#vulnerability
114 reads
2 Comments
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