Submit Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Best Vanity Poems

Below are the all-time best Vanity poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of vanity poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Vanity poems, articles about Vanity poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Vanity poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

New Vanity Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Vanity poems are below this new poems list.

The Vanity of Glory by Rigoler, Maurice
Vanity - edited by Kimathi, Teddy
Life is like a vanity box by goyal, govind
NO GREATER VANITY by Ademola, Folajin
In Our Vanity We Think Ourselves Above That by Lindley, Robert
There Was No Vanity In Lucifer by Crisci, Andrew
A Look at Vanity in a Grook by Lane, Lin
Woman Struggles with Vanity by Zozulya, Arthur
Gods Of Man's Vanity Demanding Intolerance by Lindley, Robert
In Vanity, They Sing Hollow Tunes by Lindley, Robert

View all new Vanity Poems

The Best Vanity Poems

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.


Dark Knight-tress 

This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.



Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me a "Friend!"
Thank you for wasting  my "time!"
Enjoy the WALLPAPER display

Layers and layers of lifeless brick
Emotional poster boards of doubt 
Envious fiberglass green never seen
Yuletide Carols warped around my energy
Merry and full of acrylic sh!t-
Hand full of putty maintains the makeup on my face
Arts and crafts display my inner fancy grace
Heavy installed Sheetrock so easily replaced

Tough paint chips away silently through the night
Rigid boards transform into fragile crystal light
The greatest illusion blinding reality 
Smooth Tiger Skin, texture of orange simple peel  
Beautiful mud swirl, L'Oreal.
Gypsum soft enough you want to touch

Dark walls of a thousand words
A plasterboard of discordant grey notes
Blots and clots of ink, enslave my skin  
Colorless drywall, resilient to your charms  

Printed designs of cleverly decorated lipstick 
Morbid shadows underneath the ceiling veil
A double coat of Pacific Waterproof Blue-
Printing bags from -- YESTERDAY!

Plastered wounds of cement dry and roughens along the edge
A human-made barrier, not even God comes in.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Devils Deadly Dime

Devils deadly dime

The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.

A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
 the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme. 
Now the world is measured by my blood level.

The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!

He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out  by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking  at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny, 
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Old Lady

Listen to poem:
"bag of bones"

I wonder if when you look at me
You can't bring yourself to like    the  vanity
Lost  somewhere  inside - 
I wonder if beauty lives..... in you???

Poor old lady; 
-perhaps you should not pass judgment 
For one day
I might be

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.


What things does one possess
at journey's end?
What bits and bobs? What trivial tripe?
Please, do tell, what is the hype?
For should I recall anything at all
of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl,
it would be the warmth of a companion's smile;
his hand in mine, while on this earth for a while.
The tickle of a tide brushing against tiny toes,
while the whisper in the wind, tells me all she knows.
Should I gaze at gems, pearls, rubies, emeralds--
Forsake the wisdom of the solid for the beauty of the temporal?
Should I throw caution to the wind, like seeds for the birds,
or stick to what I know - the solemnity of the written word.
Of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl,
be there anything at all worthy of my recall?
Happiness, Peace, Love and Joy -
these remained to be my one and only lot.
These intangible things more valuable by far
than gold and silver ingots.
At journey's end I stopped to ponder,
in the cloudless starlit night,
about the heavens and her wonder;
I was struck by sudden insight:
the lightness of the moon
suspended in air,
and the weight of a mere thought
that put it there.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2015

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.


~twice the beauty~

in the sea of love 
reflection of the night 
a wave moves


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.



I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.


July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered myriad lifelong dreams—
in desperate ruination.
Fading now the piteous screams
of self-inflicted termination.

Time Passes

Abruptly then adoring praise—
contrived their sudden expertise.
Rude cabal who would appraise—
byzantine their guileful sleaze.

Each masterpiece a servant
of craven yearn and greed.
Bang the gavel, swift and fervent;
sate purveyors’ inveterate need.

Justice now is truly blind;
vanished those She would impute.
His final piece is left unsigned;
and undisclosed, for now She’s mute.

4th Place: I Love Rock and Roll

Inspired by Don McLean's song, Starry Starry Night

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Holiday Season

Our humanity
has become so transparent
we need a special day
to be reminded of it.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

having sex - footle

buck wild
rodeo style

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Beauty Within

    I can see
a beautiful soul
 lies within me.
    no mirror
   can reflect
who I really am.

For Giorgio Veneto's contest - "Laconic Verse"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.



It seems I always 
swim upstream 
against the current.
re-creating struggles 
of conflicting contradictions
and unsweetened scripts
at odds with others
in deeds and words
a emotional dissonance 
played out over a lifetime. 
banged and buffered hard
against the onflow;
prevailing opposites rush
to assail my efforts
intent on wearing me down
scraping, scarring, challenging
calling me out with
harsh ridicule and doubt
why must I cause stirred sediments 
to muddy, blind and bewilder me
blurring reason so that
what is seen as truth 
often becomes mixed
with drama and ambivalence? 
how righteous is the direction
of this timeless stream?
shall I swim with it or against it?
go one way or the other;
does it really matter?

I cannot give up
I cannot relent...
this is who I am
a person searching
for kindred spirits
to swim backward 
with me
against the current.
to find some direction,
some marker that guides
this hurrier to a another plane
of purposeful existence.


I think most people at some time are contrarian.
Some from the start; others in their teens.
Some all through their life.
I can't remember being otherwise.
In retrospect, am I really that different
or do I use it an excuse
to be noticed?  Perhaps both. 

CAK 10-13-12013

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Bring it Down

a memorial in time
bring it down
bring it down
a testament to bravery
bring it down
bring it down
a witness to chivalry
bring it down 
bring it down
a monumental beauty
bring it down 
bring it down
a statue turned gargoyle
bring it down
bring it down

I'll bring it down
this monument of words
this epic work of art
with hammer and chisel
with my bare hands
with my fingers torn
with my heart worn
I'll bring it down

I'll bring it down
Down to the ground
This abhorrent thing
grotesquely formed
no longer adorned
this thing of shame
remnant of the game

I'll bring it down
I'll pulverize stone
Only dust will remain
of what I disdain
washed away in the rain
of the tears
That you brought down....

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The List

The List

I was waiting by my mailbox
To hear news from the Soup
I know they like to keep me
Somewhere, in the loop
I couldn’t wait to see, ME !
Somewhere at the top
Of The Hundred best read poems
That reader's thought were Hot

While I nestled in my chair
Took my subtle writers pose
With my thumb under my chin
And my finger, side my nose
I started to peruse 
The list presented clear
While looking for My Name
I found it wasn’t there

Perhaps an over site
Could sure explain, a lot
They failed to read, the comments
And all the praise, I got
But then, it came to me
Those guys are really smart
My poems are so good
Their’re simply off the charts 

                                           By JTCurtis  

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Exit 7b

they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should dig our coated nails into; 
the layers of regret and anger
that our mothers tell us to peel off 

but the sun bakes us too hard and rancid
laying down on styrofoam mattresses
where someone pokes their thumbs through the plastic
watching nothing but empty bubbles reflecting
and life is faded, glossy pages of a magazine
with a worn bar stool with cigarette burns thrown in between

and we all carry this restless, tormented beauty 
that gets up and leaves
as soon as they say
it will settle down 

© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © Gry Christensen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Deadest Hope In The World

The Deadest Hope In The World

The deadest hope in the world to hold
To be truly youthful when one is old
To race about with eager quickened pace
Innocent smile upon a softened face,
Willing hands to love yet again,
The envy of many fellow jealous men
A finer vessel sleek, pure and true
Lady of charm dancing along with you!

Adorned with steadfast heroic words,
Flying free of earth like the birds,
Wandering into majesty of the clouds
Far away from teeming earthbound crowds
A God sailing alone in the night sky,
Enjoying a blessing, not asking why!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-30-2015

A sonnet, simply because I have not written one in a while..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

When Meaning is Meaningless

When Meaning Is Meaningless
The value of life is delicious debris
                                     When meaning is meaningless
The victims search bread crumbs in the bounteous stale loaf
The light of nude night blinks blindness

What does  meaning mean for life at the edge?
  for ant’s feasting  in farmished frocks
I find flames from the bottomless fire of life
                     If you seek meanings on this ploughed lanes
You sing museless songs of leprous crochets

                                             When meaning is meaningless

 Those who saw off meaning say:
‘See this sense with little sense and
  keep this lunacy living in the silent hut’

The dire strait of sense- less bigots
Stifle the lobes of logic-quotient that can midwife meaning
                                                              What meaning is in our meaning? 
Around the carnary class of misfiring mermaids

What meaning do we allot a life laden in scars
From fiery vaults and heart brakes from many lovers.
We shall find the missing syllables and symphonies
And sing songfuls in the sweet seraphdom 

Copyright © Ndubuisi Martins | Year Posted 2015

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Fake Or Real

The long day has pulled her down and out 
The walls are closing in, she needs to shout 
She sends a scream into the pillow case, 
Wipes off the tears and puts it back in place. 
Presentation of perfection she must achieve 
At least until all the guests take their leave. 
Smile on the outside, as tears fall underneath 
Dressed up and proper, naked under her sheath 
Housewife to her misery, mother, daughter, self. 
Married into status, surrounded by welcoming wealth. 
The cards have been played, her queen reigns, 
With a red heart that bleeds lost loved pains 
Sacrificed love for security, a wrong she can't right
Praying for anyone, to come rescue her this night 
Anchored to a life of plastic, made up, and fake
Killing her ever slowly, how much can she take

Copyright © CT Duet | Year Posted 2014

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

An eye opener

Everything at the top I find is fabricated nonsense 
truth is security lies as they are blind rats 
to home truths and openly sources spill the beans
A fish out of water plops 
Spiraling circles around what they say within government 
gasping full of rubbish reeks in order to control media 

Everyone right to the top brass with twisted agendas
is brainwashing people in utter garbage driven by their thirty pieces 
dressed in their cheap perfumed words stink to the high heavens 

When they come to the gates of two truths all seeing 
then they will see the deceiver kneel 
before the master creator of us all

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Shadows in Hiding - collaboration with Jake Ponce

Written by: David William Breidenthal and Jake Ponce 

D: Blessed breeze sweeps over us 
J: Whenever I leave the door ajar at night, 
J: I felt myself grow pale from the humid howls 
D: Gravity pulls us down to the ground 
J: Shadows in hiding have been found 
J: Shadows in hiding have been found

J: There were irises staring into mine 
D: The twinkle in your eyes were like stars that shine 
D: When I forgot to lock the gate behind me, 
D: I felt this sensation of indignation 
D: I felt guilt overflow in me contritely...woefully... 
J: My fists trembled and I could see the roses 
J: Split from their vines, out my flesh and into your cells 
J & D: Shadows in hiding have been exposed

J: Now I stand in front of the mirror, perplexed 
J: At the man that I thought has ceased 
D: The man that lingers in my dreams 
J: The man I know I no longer could be 

D: The Earth is slowly breaking at the seams 
J: Dividing me into sheets of empty sins 
D: But he soon vanished from sight 
J: Shadows in hiding have been found 
D: And blended with the pale, cruel moonlight 

J: Clouds then rise to whisper 
J: That all this and I are done… 
J & D: Shadows in hiding are skipping to and fro
J & D: Shadows in hiding are sinking exceedingly low
D: The doubts possess me…hope lost its shine and good luck lost its fortune 

D: The moon begins to reflect my sorrow-whelmed face 
D: Like a two-sided mirror, revealing to me my flaws and wrinkles 
J: As I implore the forces to grant me borrowed life 
J: And with a grin, I'll paint tomorrow's sky 
J & D: Shadows in hiding coil and let out a cry
J & D: Shadows in hiding reach from on high 

D: The sun is wearing a mask of disdain and I'm not done with this race 
J: There is an ache holding me captive…
J: There is a force keeping me in place 
D: I’m trying so desperately to keep pace
D: I'm trying to keep a steady pace with my heartbeats, sending me tingles 
D: Down my spine...down my spine… 
J & D: Shadows in hiding are serpentine, moving through me
J & D: Shadows in hiding was crawling down my spine, never leaving me be
D: Set me free, set me free 

D: Feeling these Goosebumps – I’ve lost track of time 
D: The church bells peacefully chime
J: And I can hear the advances of the clocks 
J: On pale green horses, saying they'll meet me at the docks 
D: Feeling like I'm honestly living in the dumps 
J: With my chest hacked open like a cellar 
J: And I'm left alone with my last glass of the finest wine 
J & D: These shadows in hiding – I refuse to claim it as mine
J: Yet, the shadows in hiding have been found

D: Open up the cage and let me take flight, I won't heat up in rage 
D: I'm just adjusting to this difficult stage 
D: Are you on the same page? 
D & J: Soon, we’ll unveil the shadows in hiding 
D: It will graze in the maze of mystifying wonders…It might take days
J: Perhaps I should get going 
J: To see the northern lights down the forest haze 

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.

Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.

Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016

Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 114

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Hoping in vain

Hoping in vain

We all live today,
hoping for tomorrow
then it disappears

I drift away,
illusions dearly held
but they're vanity


Hoping in vain
Everyone is hoping in vain
Hoping in vain
Everyone is hoping in vain

Empty words,
swirling in the strong winds
of a hurricane

All I see,
crashes all around 
none able to explain


Hoping in vain
Everyone is hoping in vain
Hoping in vain
Everyone is hoping in vain

It's no use,
hope is an illusion
that you cannot see

Days all done,
time slips through your fingers
that's reality.


John Derek Hamilton
September 03,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Clouded Mirror

The riveting and winding complexity of this dated device moans in the grinds of it's exhausted exterior. 

Delicate though precise it punctures through the malice of the fools logic.
Grasping onto a vision so modestly tamed. 

permitting the inner reflection of it's grimy vanity and cannily projecting the alter ego for the bespoke acceptance of it's dreary fantasy. 

They will never understand, or ever know...the burden of the wise to the limits of stupidity. 

The jester of maximum proportion, the seller of false attire. 

The woven ingredients come forth to the shiny purity of it's ending destination. 

The folly of all ages, that great pretender of truth. 

And gone to days past the awakening of this shattered belief and fading out the moment of blissful reign. 


Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2016

Details | Vanity Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Glass Mannequins

Is there any corridor not haunted by silence?
Any hallway where my footfalls don’t resound?
This was once a hall of great decadence,
But not the same the decadence where jewels are found.

It was the richness of the mind,
That decorated this once great house.
And it was here that you could find,
Many great thoughts to arouse.

But before long it was determined,
By the residents of this city.
That if they disagree they are burdened.
So they only wanted words that were pretty.

And so their society declined.
In vapid affirmations they were doomed. 
And before long they became confined,
In fragile glass entombed.

I utter words to them dejected,
And they don’t make a sound.
I long to be corrected,
But there is not a wise word to be found.

Vestiges of men are all around,
But evidence of life there is no trace.
I search for a kindred spirit to be found,
But I’m only greeted by a glass face. 

This will probably be the last piece I put up for public viewing. I'll most likely leave the last few up for awhile since they are newer. I'll let them have some more soak time :) I have a few more but I prefer it if they didn't get viewed by the public. Thanks for the support guys. I hope you enjoy this one. I've been working on it for months :):):):):)

Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016