All Is Vanity Poems - Poems about All Is Vanity

Vanity and Vain The end is only a farce The beginning is far away There is only a vacuum A hollow voidancy Life is vain A floating lily hovering in futility Seeking a transient haven Settling my tomorrow today ...

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Is it a furnace of coal? Is it a bottomless well? Is it the night of my soul? Is it as unsafe as hell? Is it might in its fullness? From it, couldn't I return? Is it death in absurdness? Here, would I endlessly burn? Do days, in it, look like nights? Is it a whirlpooling sea? Grief here, they say, like snakes, bites. Is it...

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Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet...

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We die a little bit Each day and each night As we live every minute Gleeful or glum under the light. We die in our sleep And rise again if we’re lucky And blessed. This is deep Few people are truly canny or savvy. Believe not in all the glitters When it’s time to go or to depart Gravity behaves like deadly creatures. We die every...

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What's up miss popular? People know about your greed Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak," The average joe, and those silly electronics" Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek So many countless hours cushioning in luxury Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter ...

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my skin doesn't fit me. it looks like it does from afar but its all gooey and it doesn't hug me in all the right ways. but then again is it like that for everyone or are my senses undeceiving? is it tailored for everyone but me? or is it imposter syndrome and its just my desire to be diFferent" i will know once...

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The vanity of youth is at it’s height when its weight is carried light. It’s an accidental manifestation of another’s envious estimation. It’s lasting value, less than a mirage, disappears with bitterness into old age. To those who took the lie for truth when told in their vanity of youth must now in beauty’s absence live a lie impossible to forget or forgive. ...

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The wind stood still, the stars held breath, Two voices rose in life and death. One whispered start, one thundered close, Each pulled the soul where no one knows. Beginning sang with morning light: "Come rise with me, embrace the fight. Your dreams are seeds; they’ve just been sown— Why fear the path you’ve never known?" End replied in velvet tone: "But peace is...

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Labubu grins, a curious work of art, Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart. Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start, Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart. People of faith, consider your part, Not every craze should capture your heart. Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart, Discernment and wisdom must always take part. Enjoy what...

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Every breath you take isn't good to take lightly Every near death experience teaches that slightly We're shown love from our friends and families constantly in every way We take their presence for granted thinking they'll be there everyday We take our five senses for granted and don't view them as gifts We live life like its guaranteed...

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In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play, A town, a city, a people, some would say. What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest, With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test. "Gboko!" he calls, by name, with a grin, "Seems we're acquainted, where have you been?" For here, familiar strangers, a curious clan, Know each other better...

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A silver bird departs, the sky serene, Yet morning’s promise shatters in a breath; Ash falls where laughter and bright hopes had been, A city mourns the sudden hand of death. In distant hills, a traveler’s path grows cold, A journey meant for dreams, now left undone; The news arrives—too heavy to be told— A vanished step, a race that’s never run. Where...

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If painless, enjoy the blessed moment: Like Icarus I crave the brilliant soar, back to earth~ the inevitable fall… enjoy the moment free before the sudden stop… meet me, somewhere between the top and bottom of the flop I’m buying – no strings attached.......

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it's as good an apology as I'll ever get. Red-handed is a hard spot to be, but you deleted it quick. Although it had been there since March of '24, which just means your speed was relative to matters of impending consequence, not conscience. Rest assured as inertia, I think you got it before anyone could clock the line...

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Like a dog digging bone, I hunt stories Write orgies from words known With syntax like old men's drone And metaphors overblown ...

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