Conceit Poems - Poems about Conceit

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....

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As a poet, I never claimed to be any good. If you think I did, you've misunderstood. I only said that between me and Shakespeare, there's only one winner-take-all there. And I left it up to you to guess who. ...

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The truth accounts for a fiendish bill But lies are sweet and lovely, still Honorable tasks corrupt the will The loyal betray for an easy thrill Trust is a burden on brittle bones Deceit makes light of painful groans Faith declared: knees bend on stones!  While pious deniers sit on thrones Sincerity dissembles for your demise Tricksters will only blind your eyes Candor swarms the...

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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 purse. Humble is a man who wants to live In a small modest home In the shade of green trees On the fringe...

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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 as the sea, blame the shadows shrouding my soul. pride, the pleasure of vain conceit, ruined the truth that did console, more smugness than...

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

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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 own Beauty, Blind to its Marred, Scaly feet. Head held high, Eyes filled with disdain, Heart swollen with pride, Soul blemished by conceit. Oh, lowly creature! Moulded you are...

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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 But you don’t see when with all the stars around you. They are prettier. I could have chosen the sun,...

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A Pinch of Pride A pinch of pride in the journey of life, ...

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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 sought, Some shammed to show concern; in truth, away they flew; We're superpowers, the Russians float in pride, It's then the Ukrainians took...

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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...

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In the mighty town of Stern, Non-cake makers, were thought of as lowlier than worms? If a pre-made cake was bought, Shamed were they...

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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 armour; He rules over death: Looks well in a tomb! Vinegar is his wine, Children are his mentors, Criminals are his company His life was led...

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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, a poesie of flowers floating on summer air and yet..such conceits can be but a bittersweet fancy 'twixt verse and...

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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 in the name of ratings winnings? Listen to their voices,they think they are thespians! Stressing drama and violence. Never a word about goodness in...

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