Vanity Poems
Beauty
by Jeff Bresee
I see it time and time again
that beauty’s made by what is spent.
A beauty that demands a price
with outer glow and inner ice.
And observation seems to tell
it’s only as deep as the well,
for come the day the well runs dry…
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Into Piles
by Jeff Bresee
What in the world are we doing?
Who are we trying to beat?
It seems like we live our lives running,
as if we are losing our seats.
We never stop building up towers.
We never stop spinning around.
We never stop piling up into piles
everything that we’ve torn down.
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The Vanity of Human Desires
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
We gild our days with restless gold,
Chasing coins that slip through time,
Faces polished, young or old,
Mirrors whispering their rhyme.
We climb the ladders built of praise,
Each rung a promise thin as air;
The crowd applauds for fleeting days,
Then turns to find another heir.
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Vanity
by Mario Odekerken
It begins wit a glance-
not inward,
but toward the mirror,
the screen,
the eyes of strangers
who never really look.
You trace the outline of yourself
as if perfection is a border
you keep trying to cross.
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Cynical
by Sihle Mjobo
I may be a little cynical
A merchant of dreams
Never reluctant to promise forever
Inclined to harm those I vowed to never
What can I say?
Promises are meant to be broken
Shattered vows are basically a cliché
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The Vanity of Human Desires
by Oscar Auliq-Ice
We gild our days with restless gold,
Chasing coins that slip through time,
Faces polished, young or old,
Mirrors whispering their rhyme.
We climb the ladders built of praise,
Each rung a promise thin as air;
The crowd applauds for fleeting days,
Then turns to find another heir.
......
Vanity
by Mario Odekerken
It begins wit a glance-
not inward,
but toward the mirror,
the screen,
the eyes of strangers
who never really look.
You trace the outline of yourself
as if perfection is a border
you keep trying to cross.
......
Time Marches On
by Aloo Denish Obiero
Time marches on, through dusk and dawn.
Time marches on, through silence and song.
Time marches on, unmoved by pleasure and pain.
Time marches on, unmoved by grief and glory.
Time marches on, past valor and vanity.
Time marches on, past fame and fall.
Time marches on, beyond triumph and tragedy.
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Cigarette Smoke
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
On a warm, dew-weakened day,
Watching the grey void of a lost
Sense, anxious moments recline
On whiffs of ancestral propitiations
When rafters regain possession of
Filched roast fish, balanced with
The fumes of a wild dance heckled
By chokes of a chagrined weekend.
Who rises faster than smokes of a
Low tar, ascending
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Beauty
by Jeff Bresee
I see it time and time again
that beauty’s made by what is spent.
A beauty that demands a price
with outer glow and inner ice.
And observation seems to tell
it’s only as deep as the well,
for come the day the well runs dry…
......
