Famous Short Vanity Poems

Famous Short Vanity Poems. Short Vanity Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Vanity short poems

Friendship  

 What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
Or bitter shame of patronage.

Ecclesiastes  

 There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.

There is one blasphemy: for death to pray,
For God alone knoweth the praise of death.
 

There is one creed: ’’neath no world-terror’s wing
Apples forget to grow on apple-trees.

There is one thing is needful everything
The rest is vanity of vanities.

The Choice  

 The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.

The Rose Family - Song II  

 O lesson well and wisely taught 
Stay with me to the last, 
That all my life may better be 
For the trial that is past.
 
O vanity, mislead no more! 
Sleep, like passions, long! 
Wake, happy heart, and dance again 
To the music of my song! 

O summer days, flit fast away, 
And bring the blithesome hour 
When we three wanderers shall meet 
Safe in our household flower! 
O dear mamma, lament no more! 
Smile on us as we come, 
Your grief has been our punishment, 
Your love has led us home.

His little Hearse like Figure  

 His little Hearse like Figure
Unto itself a Dirge
To a delusive Lilac
The vanity divulge
Of Industry and Morals
And every righteous thing
For the divine Perdition
Of Idleness and Spring --

Dreams  

 All people dream, but not equally.

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.


But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

Although the creeds number some seventy-three,   

Although the creeds number some seventy-three,
I hold with none but that of loving Thee;
What matter faith, unfaith, obedience, sin?
Thou'rt all we need, the rest is vanity.

Though you survey O my enlightened friend,   

Though you survey O my enlightened friend,
This world of vanity from end to end,
You will discover there no other good
Than wine and rosy cheeks, you may depend!

Psalm 144 part 2  

 v.
3-6 
C.
 M.

The vanity of man and condescension of God.


Lord, what is man, poor feeble man,
Born of the earth at first?
His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust.


O what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,
That God should make it his concern
To visit him with grace?

That God who darts his lightnings down,
Who shakes the worlds above,
And mountains tremble at his frown,
How wondrous is his love!

'Twas writ at first, whatever was to be,   

'Twas writ at first, whatever was to be,
By pen, unheeding bliss or misery,
Yea, writ upon the tablet once for all,
To murmur or resist is vanity.

Ribbons of the Year --  

 Ribbons of the Year --
Multitude Brocade --
Worn to Nature's Party once

Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker's Girl?