Conceit Poems - Poems about Conceit

Humbleness (Free Verse) Humble is a man who prefers To take fresh air in his garden Than waste his time in a pub, To be dressed in simple clothing Than in expensive high class dresses That bursts a whole in his...Read the rest...

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs bursts of anger once ruined me, my hopes and dreams, fear and doubt stole, leaving pain as deep...Read the rest...

He's perspicacious he thought Logical science he taught Absurdity filled his head Though philosophies he read...Read the rest...

Your hubris is exceeded only By your inordinate narcissism. You erroneously believe in your Immaculate perfection. You address your "inferiors" Condescendingly, In the mistaken belief that they ARE Your inferiors. You swagger and Strut about like a peacock In full display; Intoxicated by its...Read the rest...

You are the moon. I can only admire you from a distance Can only ever dream of seeing you close. I talk to you, and you never reply. To me you are the brightest being...Read the rest...

A Pinch of Pride A pinch of pride...Read the rest...

I have power; this war I will win; Putin thought, Hydrogen and nitrogen bombs war crews threw; Ukrainian troops too like classic heroes fought, Grief, fear, and rage within the hearts of people brew; Volodymyr Zelenskyy, help from nations...Read the rest...

Sam walks like an ox with his gunny-box, Naughty children count the holes in his crocs. Some say there are ten large spots, Others say they're like gun-shots. Sam thinks they are praising his oxen-walks. 23 June 2021...Read the rest...

In the mighty town of Stern, Non-cake makers, were thought of as lowlier than worms? ...Read the rest...

Walking up a steeply-ancient cobblestreet, old witchwomen observe The young man passing, sweating blood. He has his cross to bear, His words to justify, Betraded for silver His friends to forgive, His life to forget. A tangle of barbthorns is his...Read the rest...

While life was in its spring, a stream in full spate down memory lane from a bygone time and place that experience articulated into voices of poetry.Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on rich in melody,...Read the rest...

Dawn How to begin this day? We all begin it in our own way. Some frenetic, some memetic. The worst way is to listen to news. So unconcerned about killings of Christians and Jews. But dedicated to do anything  for ratings and some shillings. All...Read the rest...

The Rooster He strutted ‘cross the barnyard tall and proud, away from all the bustle of the crowd; the other roosters in the yard felt cowed, to him they meekly stepped aside and bowed. Rhode Island Red to others he...Read the rest...

I am a proud girl, proud of achievements and work, of family and country. But, sometimes I lean to arrogance- to much pride to accept a helping hand. ____________________ October 28, 2018 Poetry/Choka/Pride Copyright Protected, ID 1060-031-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym....Read the rest...

Lolita’s Conceit Obsession defined Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov An accursed passion Love’s true abomination. Literary allusion Tintinnabulation Sounding moral oblivion God’s sure condemnation. Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)...Read the rest...