Vain Poems - Poems about Vain

Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult~ Vain to me smacks of superficialities which In the long run prove fragile and meaningless You can be proud of your accomplishments without worries of being vain Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks, lose your vanity—Poetess Fashion statements Youth Dress-up make-up Forsooth A little vanity never...

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Summer Hiku 24 warm summer s ~u ~n ~s ~h ~I ~n ~e c -o -u -r -t -I -n -g lilies in...

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Misty paths darkened the way, Better days, it seems are too far away. Want to escape, want to run away. But the ticking clock doesn't sway. The mist doesn't fade away. Running and running until my feet hurt But can they see? My pain remains hiding in the dust At one point after the pain, a question...

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One thing I know; For your love, I do not stand here in vain At your heart’s door:- Rather, aware that the maker Of that door has never failed me yet, I stand here in faith’s divine hope— Knowing that door will soon open inward, Warmly and lovingly inviting me in:- ...

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They do not seek to find a peace They want to fight forever Until the end of time will ease Their hunger for whatever They do consider just and right For they can’t stand each other Regardless of the wretched plight Don’t dare to be my brother They say, before they die in vain That Cain and Abel story Recovered over and again No one will...

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LETTING LIFE BE NOT LIVED IN VAIN Know that the righteous life you’ve been living, Has not and could have never been lived in vain: You’ve trekked shadowed valleys of ole death; You’ve mastered many bridges of troubled waters; You’ve conquered so many Sisyphus-like rocks; And God has and never ever allowed you to fail:- Thus, in the deemed storms...

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Is a chance either against fate or destiny, It often looks like a planned movie that might end in everyone's favor, The words are beginning to be buried in our heads, The pledges ain't really made, they are just structures build on maybe, What if the dreams had, falls on an unfertile soil, What if all the efforts turns...

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I'm in a dream, Peeing into a stream, A snake peeped out, Some on its snout. A frog close nearby, Came out to pry, It got some too, From me it withdrew. I found it funny, The way a bunny, Growled near a tree, Far from my pee. Then I woke up, I rushed to cleanup Another bedwetting today again. Dry night in vain....

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( An old poem, slightly modified) How I wish my poems could, soar higher and higher like a bird of limitless wingspan, dashing into horizons far! But they skim like web footed water birds, tilting their wings in vain, unable to fly to any desired destination helplessly watching larks and eagles flying to the far edges of the sky. How I wish my poems could, sail...

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Pain Tears Hope And desperation An emotional piece of rag That's what I've become Tears splash down on my books I smear my neatly written physics notes Down on my table I put my head slowly I hear those little voices "You can do better" they say "But how do I get myself out of this mess?" I ask The voices don't answer back Screaming inside I let out a...

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Hard put as *****Sapiens to prove, Far off left have we oh, home of love. Lose virtue, watch in vain Sita’s woes, Jatayu long dead, scarce can we move. __________________________ Translation |05.09.2024| history, women, world Poet’s note: This is second in the three-piece series on the theme. It depicts what happened in the epic Ramayana. When Sita was abducted...

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Raising hands, hoarse do I cry, No one hears, nor bothers to try, Wealth and wants be had by virtue, Why not then that’s what ye pursue? __________________________ Translation |01.09.2024| Poet’s note: At the end of the massive hundred thousand verses of Mahabharata, a historical epic in poetic medium, poet Vyasa in utter desperation comes to...

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O Death, thou art so vain, so proud, so cold, Thou takest pride in what thy hands hath wrought, Yet what thou reapest is but dust and mold, For all thy power, thou canst not hold a thought. Thou smil'st when kings do bow to thy dark reign, But what is wealth when all is laid to waste? Thy blade is...

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Do those who do not read poetry know that they live in vain? It seems not... Under the opal sky of the evening, long shadows descend, while my heart sinks into the great ocean of melancholy, thoughts intertwine with clouds, dissipate, like incense smoke floating among memories and whispers forgotten in the dark corners of the soul. Do those who do...

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August 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 23-27 Key Verse – Isaiah 23:9 The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth. PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO STAINS OUR VAIN PRIDE Praise be to God for staining our vain...

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