Short Conceit Poems
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Engish poet Andrew Marvell
passionate words the erotic did sell
In expansive metaphysical conceit
the reader so often did meet
This heart beats
with tender
touch and warmth
compassion
forgiveness
gentle care
No conceit
neither lies
nor envy
(Tricube)
Self-Love
Self-love breeds conceit
esteeming one-self to be
above another…
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 2, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku.
Arrogance annoys me
Attitudes of conceit
Answers are always right
Acting authoritive
Affecting the others
Admirable their not
A need to be on top
May you be honed
and strengthened
by the humiliation
of occasional defeat.
Yet, in triumph,
may you shun urges
of chest-thumping
arrogance and conceit!
Novelty of its sound never obsolete
Awarded from childbirth, a clean slate
Morphed into dichotomy- pride and conceit,
Etched into identity as an innate trait
R-emain down-to-earth,
B-e free of heart's hate, anger,
P-ride and mind's conceit.
Topic: Birthday of Ruby B. Pacamara (March 12)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Though the faith
he boasts about seems
unbreakable like iron,
it's iron cold, iron dead,
rusting away,
corroded by bigotry
and conceit, bloating
his self-righteous head!
too much rain for the rivers to contain
streams spill out and bridges fail
every valley will flood
every swollen creek runs
swiftly into yards and fields
and city streets ripping away conceit
One just has to believe in oneself
It is not an ego problem
Nor is it one of conceit
One may never succeed
In life’s great challenge
Don’t put a curse
On yourself
Or you’ll
Fail.
I slit my wrists and watch them bleed. ,
I feel no pain, just emptiness and conceit,
As i lay here, my blood spills onto the floor,
All the time i spent trying to love,
Flashes before me, and i fade away...
Form:
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
I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.
be mindful
human rights are human ways
that lead down
be careful
the words above always remain
wear no crown
trap the sin
destroy the lie of conceit
look within
don't consume all that you see
you will feel
wrong like fire
Of windowed light, what's let in
Summer's, may you blind.
As to what eyes' truth, behind
Numbly, coldly stares.
Stay wary, through butterfly's
Flame-speedy deceit;
In the form of this conceit
Everyone, in joy, fares.
What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.
Written on 3/28/2017
Word-play ,apt and significant..
a moment of fancy ..or conceit?
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may you, in cowardice,
be bold and prevail,
yet kind to those who
struggle, stumble and fail;
may you be honed
by occasional defeat,
yet, in triumph, shunning
urges of conceit!
RESPLENDENT PERCUSSION
ON WET DAMP FEET
TAMPER THE DRUM
A SINGLE CONCEIT
WISE OWL
DARKER TREE
SHADOWS GROW
WHITE MOON
POND RISES IN THE DISTANCE UPON EYES
AS WIND ACROSS THE FIELD SHIVERS ME
COMPLETE SORROW
Form:
Death To America
Miracle Man
4/19/2024
They protest with signs and take to the street,
Bent on making trouble and spreading deceit.
Give America death,
is on every breath,
too many people filled with hate and conceit.
Shutting my senses
Hermetically
Permanently
Decisively
for Vanity
Negativity
Conceit
Arrogance
Puffiness
Imagination
Witticism
Presumption
Crisis
Judgement
And while I'm doing this
I open my senses for love
Raising my mind
Softly softly not to smear
Your ego’s creation
Which kid gloves pat
Your yes men collective
Blind to their subdued hero
Nurture your conceit.
How you wear your crown
On your cowards brow
Pale yet blameless.
A little man in a big world
I never want to live in again.
They kissed, and kissed again
'neath the mistletoe like snow...
love stifled,did not grow,
so bittersweet,her lasting refrain...
her swain,she did not see again.
this quintain inspired by Debbie's poem ' ...a bittersweet vine' presented as a 'conceit' of her
theme from nature
A awakened conscience ,hides beneath a mask of futility,transfixed by myths,struggles with inner strife and imperfections of conceit.Filled now with hope,diffidence is replaced by pride,our sensibilties embrace innocence,sweet and terse our arms bring love near,awakened ,ideas fly free.
I'm getting glory
I am a crazy poet
And I feel awesome!
I'm getting well-known
From around the world - oh yeah!
No conceit, but I
Think that I am smart
And worthy of praise and such
gettin' lots of views
I'm mind blown again
I feel accomplished! Yes sir!
I need an applause