Best Self Conceit Poems
Silent is the echo as pride shouts
selfishness causing pouts...
self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts
self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
self-reliance wavers upon attacking doubts
self-pity maneuvers toward false humility-routes…
The echo returns not indeed...
as self-sufficiency does arrogantly succeed
self-exaltation declares me-I-my-mine creed
self-inflicting pain midst guilt continues to breed
self-denial actually hoists covetousness and greed
self-love matters most, not recognizing God with His deed.
Now night hangs heavy
over me.
And meanwhile,
I am alone.
Lost in the past.
Why do I stare at you, in my mind,
with your dark eyes living velvet
in which I lose myself?
My fate's contained in yours.
Let us be extremely frank
and speak the truth about ourselves --
share our anxieties together --
discuss between us what sort
we can't be any longer,what sort
we now desire to be.
Fallen out of love with self-conceit
we shall not regret the loss.
Why man is so scared of solitary Hina?
But is ready to devastate with someone!
Oh this dilemmatic notion slaves my mind to think
Please don’t mention its love, it is never prejudiced,
Not self-conceit either, then what is it Hina?
Just have a look around please
Whatever it is, is it beyond dignity of man?
Or is it merely another reflection of principles or values,
Or again is it the fear of death in solitary?
Maybe the dread of stigma,
i need to be answered , because last night,
When I saw that face in the veil,
Hopeless and wounded, but,
Still unable to cede, per significant other,
Why still diffident, don’t tell me this is love,
i still await to know, hope it’s not a fallacy
Then why their conscious doesn’t agree
It is not enough to convince me hina,
This reality is so bitter to swallow,
I will just wallow in my own vistas,
Yes! I’m not destined for this kind of absurdity.
Blessed
I’m God-loved, grace-nourished, Bible-upheld, faith-propelled
A forgiven sinner, beloved sister, volunteer teacher, cheerful care-giver
I like to share the Gospel, disciple students, write poems for Christ...
Offended am I with self-conceit, discontentment, and hypocrisy
I fear displeasing my King, wasting time, being a stumbling block
I pray to see Israel, spiritual fruits, and ministry accomplishments...
A sojourner am I in the country known as “Pearl of the Orient Seas”
Servant*!
*Matthew 24:46 Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing.
January 28, 2019
4th place, "Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form, January 2019" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 2/4/2019.
God, you said to offer a lamb,
but your wish puts me in a jam.
Why kill a lamb? I am no brute,
I’ll sacrifice instead some fruit.
Like Lucifer in heaven on high,
you view me with an evil eye.
His prideful heart and selfish will
in time your sulking soul would fill.
My folks think I’m the Promised Son,
through whom sin’s battle will be won.
So, why would you, my brother choose,
and cause me, my temper to lose?
Cain, your attitude is not right,
I’m not pleased when my will you slight.
Beware, he who like a lion roars
is crouching just outside your door.
His sore temptation made you stressed.
Yielding to him made you depressed.
Then as he daily pushed and pressed,
your hard heart made you fail the test.
Your seething anger made you shake
and caused your rebel heart to ache.
You snared your brother like The Snake
then you, his precious life did take.
What contradictions in you lie,
unlike He who comes from the sky.
He to man is a life-giver
you by contrast a life-taker.
O what blessings you did forfeit
by yielding to crass self-conceit.
Selfishness and independence
banished you from Yahweh’s presence.
Let us from Cain learn a lesson
that will with joy life’s sojourn bless.
Give heed to your Creator’s will
and He with peace your life will fill.
Madam Merry, the Principal of the school
Contrary to her name was neither merry nor cool
Igniting sparks of fear, she remained a terror
No wonder, students looked upon her in horror
There was an uncontrollable anger streak
In her genetic makeup! When it reached an all time peak
There was an aura of distressing menace,
Even when she advanced from a distance
She would enter the classroom like a sweeping whirl wind
Causing waves of fear in every child’s mind
Startled by her appearance, children would forget to greet
All their polite manners would then go to the back seat
Besides hot temper, she was puffed up with self conceit
Neither patient nor humble and was far from sweet
If at all she called anyone by the name
Each knew it was to put him/her to shame
Corpulent and blubbery, she weighed a ton
As she walked she wobbled. Watching her was fun.
Rumors ran, this lady banged her ‘hus’
For not responding to her wishes always with a ‘Yes’
Once we children decided to teach her a lesson
That would make her arrogance and haughtiness lessen
We spilled some sticky oil on her way to the class
And in her hurry, slipped on it as on morass
With a loud thud, she fell flat on the floor
And lay unable to move, close to the main door
By the time the other teachers came to her rescue
We children escaped, not giving the slightest clue
Even after years, when I think of Madam Merry
With laughter, my cheeks color like a red cherry!
5. Jan. 2022
Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Natasha L Scragg
I yield
my self-conceit
…disguised…
as sheer meekness;
false humility
radiating
deceit,
needing God
for His pardon.
Here am I
surrendered
to Christ's love and might
ready to be transformed
through His divine nature*...
Albeit a snake
tamed am I graciously
by the Sovereign Charmer...
Grateful, my heart praises Him!
*2Peter 1:4 Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
September 6, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
13th place, "Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 7/4/2022.
My words are pert and curt
and right in right that's hurt
give them space or get disgraced
I am infallible do not come around my poems
give me my medicine and send me on pace.
If you do, I am teeth gnash and bare
take it bad like a scum hurled here
I may be wrong
but you have no right
to get in my sight
pick my mistakes and that shaded light
because if you do so
I will ask you to keep away
from my works
and give me back my dork
and if you persist
I will resist
through an ignore
hurt ass yeah!
take the spite!
wherever the rotten vermin enters
she sends the scare
knowing that she is on fry
entering any commenting club
she is shy
if she is allowed
in ignorance
her ego runs on mayhem
and everybody is soon on dare
she is a nerd that is hard to shake
a critique that is impervious to her faults
which she simply cannot hear
or make a corrective take.
A self conceited nerd that is fermenting in self crowned glory of artistic and linguistic
perfection-where the foul smell of self conceit precedes her by miles.Many smirk a nose at
the pariaah and outcaste.
Into dense darkness
Thick quiet nothingness
Almighty God spoke light
Perhaps angels trumpeted praises with singing
Perhaps a profound silence revered the aura
Perhaps it was then the radiant vision was born
The Light of the World
Sent into the darkness of men's hearts
The Word becoming flesh
Flesh crucified
So into a dark world
Almighty God sent a great gleaming star
Beckoning men of open hearts to see
What love lay upon the straw
Promise faithfully fulfilled
Life freely given
Nights are still dark
Stars still faithfully glisten
Guiding the hearts of shepherds and kings
Into dense darkness
Thick with the worldly wise and the nothingness of self-conceit
Almighty God has sent
The Light of the World
Oh come let us worship Him
Christ the Lord
Praise, a chronic disease
Ruins humanity
Increases sugar in blood
Spreads intoxicants in artery
Hangs a curtain before eyes
Hides truth.
Mind dips in self-enchanting
Always seeks false praising words
Credits
Clappings
Honours
Rewards
All treasures of materialistic world !
Mind guides the human
Mind commands the soul
Instigated by mind, human
Swims in the whirlpool of illusion
Hankers after pride and prejudice,
The album of achievement fattens day by day.
Praise fascinates mind
Increases the hunger of self-publicity
Ear always eager to hear
Rejoicing in the self, self-conceit grows
Touches the sky.
Mind misleads human
Wants sensual pleasure
Eyes roam over pages of newspapers
Magazines, the screens of News Channels
To see photos of praises
To hear words of self-illusion
Praise engages brain in his workshop
Deposits sheets of self-credit
Directly or indirectly, shamelessly speaks aloud
“I am the monarch of all I survey”
Thinks: he is almighty, Omniscient
Within him,
In the inner cell hibernates his soul
All alone
Sniffs the smell of perishing body
Not ready to tolerate false praises
In each unfavorable talk
Faces jealousy, conspiracy.
Soul whispers: I’m living dead
If you die, die unknown
Nobody would talk about it
Nobody would lament for you !
REBIRTH OF WORTH
Self conceit is thought a trait to be deplored
Despised when recognised in self or others
And modesty is praised with full accord
Instilled in us by Dutch uncles and mothers
Yet if you choose to go with the inverse
Self hating makes the pairing - a dichotomy
And could in truth prove as a greater curse
Executing an elan ‘vitalotomy’
When I in life myself to another endow
What would the value be of that donation
If I esteem it little as gift; I disavow
Responsibility; I make an abdication
So let us renew acceptance of our worth
Grant life to self, thence all by this rebirth
p.s.
Whether our value is given by God or is innate
It may be enhanced or destroyed by our own dictate
Though years slip by through time
if you live long enough and rewind;
you get to see that history
is ever a repetitive cyclic mystery.
Refugees and immigrants raped
always seeking some escape
when faith, land, house and home
do not withstand the change and roam.
What is it about faith and land
that we take life so easily
in a self righteous stand?
The earth and sand lies troubled
drenched in hate and fear and bloody rubble
unable to grow lush in unseen lost beauty
as the seeds of change die in duty.
Man progresses and reconstructs
where earth of promise begins to self destruct
repainting it in greed and desire disabled
as Cain rises again once more against Abel.
Why does the story of brother to brother
never seem to change
and the good in humanity is smothered?
Those finally set free only in retreating
still find their fate unfound and fleeting
and in the end revealed the truth believed
and permanently lost remaining unachieved.
Slip sliding footsteps of the aftermath
trace imprints in the well trodden paths
and new found short lived peace
forever lies stolen and fleeced.
Why does the record never teach
lessons learned
to be continually un-reached?
We have been here before
resettling the same score
forever destined to repeat
living in our self conceit.
Seize the day, the changing times
stand and hold true to new paradigms
all are equal, deserving of the moment
giving hearts, trusting minds with eyes open.
We have been here before
lets learn the lesson at last
once and for all, evermore.
THE GOSPEL
I lifted my eyes to behold –
To carefully examine the argument
But, how can I see?
The towering walls of unbelief;
Veiling my curious vision
To the delight of the stony heart -
Arrows of wise words, vehemently it resists
Is it just one of those things that happen to man?
I tried to think, but could not
Really, how can these things be?
Is there no alternative - a way to go about it?
… It’s got to be with a flash of lightning
How, the indomitable power, I realized
Residentially inherent in the mystery:
The ancient merciful act of God
Yes, only this could change a man!
And then I saw the diabolic seal
Plastered on the hearts of souls
Tenaciously avoiding deliverance
And stubbornly averting salvation
The procrastination, hesitation and indecision:
The depravity of man
That flings to hell
My heart could not help tearing apart
I sore cried
For I was once in there
Filled to the brim
With self-conceit and worldly wisdom
Oh no! Something has got to happen
And it takes a mourning heart
For a soul, to wait
Ah, the junction where time meets revelation
Can you, the news believe O hapless soul!
Great love of the most high:
Offering salvation to man;
Showing the way to live;
Preparing him for eternity;
Expelling her from the world, and
Living the lifestyle of the master -
It has to be so, now and hereafter
You say your love is legit while on a another mans lap you sit.
I see your jealousy and patience when i don't blow a fit.
So I give you what another man won't.
A pretty noose around your neck.
So you can hang with a desperate man with a devious plan.
Who thinks being obnoxious is a strategy results only in a naive girls tragedy.
So before he kicks the chair out from underneath your feet.
Just remember your love isn't about defeat.
Her only crime was self conceit.
I can smell the wind in my face
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it
grows
But nobody knows or gives two
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I smell lush salty wind invade my
chest
I chase the reality to bask in
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful
face~
How I distaste what's left of the
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an
infertile
place.
I feel salty air tickle my nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that
is
near
I walk due west, sun setting as if in
jest
Feet and mind never stopping to
think or
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy
Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The
deep blue
sea.