"vainness" poems - Hello Poetry

It all began with Love. Love beheld our frame; He looked upon our wretchedness and saw beauty. He looked upon the hatred in our hearts, And saw Love. Said Love, "I will shower my affection upon my beloved"; Then Love gave His most treasured possession —His only Son. So Love humbled Himself; He minded not the frailty of our frame, Nor the vainness of our nature. But He robed Himself in flesh, And came. Love sent not an angel, No, not even a cherub or seraph did He delegate. He sent the best resource there ever was; He came Himself. Then Love took our hurt, suffered our pain, experienced our rejection, endured our death on the Cross, and paid for our sins. So Love repaired the breach, and atoned for our misdeeds; Himself the Sacrifice, and Himself the Priest. Love broke our chains, that we may experience the Father's Love —undying, unbridled, and unrestrained. Then Love returned in the Person of the Holy Spirit; and Love stayed. Love taught, and Love played. Love sought, and Love found; Here is Love — Love Unbound.

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC

rojazz

Love

It all began with Love. Love beheld our frame; He looked upon our wretchedness and saw beauty. He looked upon the hatred in our hearts, And saw Love. Said Love, "I will shower my affection upon my beloved"; Then Love gave His most treasured possession —His only Son. So Love humbled Himself; He minded not the frailty of our frame, Nor the vainness of our nature. But He robed Himself in flesh, And came. Love sent not an angel, No, not even a cherub or seraph did He delegate. He sent the best resource there ever was; He came Himself. Then Love took our hurt, suffered our pain, experienced our rejection, endured our death on the Cross, and paid for our sins. So Love repaired the breach, and atoned for our misdeeds; Himself the Sacrifice, and Himself the Priest. Love broke our chains, that we may experience the Father's Love —undying, unbridled, and unrestrained. Then Love returned in the Person of the Holy Spirit; and Love stayed. Love taught, and Love played. Love sought, and Love found; Here is Love — Love Unbound.

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Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Rube lords with simple vainness, Watch him crown himself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Rube is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC

ormond

5 haiku for: 'gazers of the mirror pond'

Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Rube lords with simple vainness, Watch him crown himself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Rube is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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Another day has gone, night’s descended Lingering thoughts have ebbed Waves have left the shores of worries Deluging the castles of sand Washing away the pensive remnants Along with it dreams of vainness Carrying me along with the saline waters Filling my lungs to the brim Choking on the brine and spilling out anguish Clawing on every grain of sand for support Freely flowing out of my hands Nothing seems to stay, which I want to hold to Not finding my sinking feet to gain a hold The night sky offers ray of hope Fallen and defeated, fate washed away Night sky showers me with the stars Blinking far away, yet blanketing me Another day’s gone and night descended Under the canopy of night sky I find my abode, away from glaring daylight

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Jul 29, 2014

Jul 29, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC

amitav

Another Day has gone

Another day has gone, night’s descended Lingering thoughts have ebbed Waves have left the shores of worries Deluging the castles of sand Washing away the pensive remnants Along with it dreams of vainness Carrying me along with the saline waters Filling my lungs to the brim Choking on the brine and spilling out anguish Clawing on every grain of sand for support Freely flowing out of my hands Nothing seems to stay, which I want to hold to Not finding my sinking feet to gain a hold The night sky offers ray of hope Fallen and defeated, fate washed away Night sky showers me with the stars Blinking far away, yet blanketing me Another day’s gone and night descended Under the canopy of night sky I find my abode, away from glaring daylight

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‘How much more can one bear?’ Her words almost emerged from the rain And echoed in the droplets’ din on the soil, ‘How much and how much more?’ Her voice rose above the thunder. She was looking weird in the lightning’s flash. ‘The first man in my life left before I was a woman, Let woe befall him I don’t remember his face. He left me for the feasting vultures and wolves And the devourers spared nothing but my bones. God, I’ve no faith in him, played a greater devil, From that lust of rain, a drop planted in me a seed That birthed in this debauched heart a seed of greed Of hope, of life, of a love of my flesh and blood, One that I could bring and nurture with pride. But my womb infested with the rivers of poison Couldn’t ripen it enough to drop on earth And there I was alone on the rough wild sea With no land on sight, no shore to anchor, Floating aimlessly where no light would ever shine’. ‘You write so much about loneliness and suffering, Make it up having seen so little of the real face of it. But I’ve lived them, each day sinking evermore Into pits from where my agony’s cry couldn’t be heard. How much more can one bear, how much more I still have to?’ Her words fell like thunder as the rain lashed the earth. I knew the vainness of all the pictures I painted!

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Vain

‘How much more can one bear?’ Her words almost emerged from the rain And echoed in the droplets’ din on the soil, ‘How much and how much more?’ Her voice rose above the thunder. She was looking weird in the lightning’s flash. ‘The first man in my life left before I was a woman, Let woe befall him I don’t remember his face. He left me for the feasting vultures and wolves And the devourers spared nothing but my bones. God, I’ve no faith in him, played a greater devil, From that lust of rain, a drop planted in me a seed That birthed in this debauched heart a seed of greed Of hope, of life, of a love of my flesh and blood, One that I could bring and nurture with pride. But my womb infested with the rivers of poison Couldn’t ripen it enough to drop on earth And there I was alone on the rough wild sea With no land on sight, no shore to anchor, Floating aimlessly where no light would ever shine’. ‘You write so much about loneliness and suffering, Make it up having seen so little of the real face of it. But I’ve lived them, each day sinking evermore Into pits from where my agony’s cry couldn’t be heard. How much more can one bear, how much more I still have to?’ Her words fell like thunder as the rain lashed the earth. I knew the vainness of all the pictures I painted!

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Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Rube lords with simple vainness, Watch him crown himself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Rube is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

ormond

Hello Poetasters ( 5 haiku for the gazers of the mirror pond)

Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Rube lords with simple vainness, Watch him crown himself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Rube is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Dawn lords with simple vainness, Watch her crown herself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Dawn is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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Feb 8, 2014

Feb 8, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC

ormond

Haiku (4) for Clueless

Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Dawn lords with simple vainness, Watch her crown herself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Dawn is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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The vainness of all i ever felt Hided in your eyes looking Low Rather at some detail of a metallic table holding Two cups of coffee Two glasses of water An ashtray And my heart under its four legs To stand still

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC

manos-michaelides

Desertion’s discussion

The vainness of all i ever felt Hided in your eyes looking Low Rather at some detail of a metallic table holding Two cups of coffee Two glasses of water An ashtray And my heart under its four legs To stand still

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Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Dawn lords with simple vainness, Watch her crown herself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Dawn is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC

ormond

Haiku (4)

Little dull birdies . . . Love own songs by mirror pond, . . . Graceful swan sails by. Hello Poetry . . . Dawn lords with simple vainness, Watch her crown herself. Hello Poetry . . . Day sullies night, bright vanity . . . Dawn is a poser. Hello poetry . . . Even vain rube's bio drains, Spews self promotion. Here is Pantheon . . . Dabblers, self aggrandizers, . . . What a hollow hall.

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I took the fruit, even before the snake whispered.. Even though the tale says it hindered my bequest to take the first bite.. By then I was wearing it as a belt, skinned before it spoke a word.. Vainness the first sin, of a woman and mans sin was not taking the time to ponder the beauty that stood before him.. He listened to the voices, Don't bite the fruit... Biting my fruit, nibble maybe.. But bite and I'll crush your skull in-between my thighs.. We were kicked out the Eden Club.. But it wasn't his weak **** its cos I burned the tree. I didn't nibble on no fruit, I don't go down like that. I'm more trunk if you understand.. That club burnt down. But I had my belt, so I'm a superstar. Shining brighter than that north star. He was lost after that voice never followed us from the club. We're sinners, not because we didn't listen, because I took the ***** and knew that the club wasn't worth the penalty if we stayed by there rules.

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Oct 26, 2019

Oct 26, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC

poetic-t

Kicked Out The Eden Club

I took the fruit, even before the snake whispered.. Even though the tale says it hindered my bequest to take the first bite.. By then I was wearing it as a belt, skinned before it spoke a word.. Vainness the first sin, of a woman and mans sin was not taking the time to ponder the beauty that stood before him.. He listened to the voices, Don't bite the fruit... Biting my fruit, nibble maybe.. But bite and I'll crush your skull in-between my thighs.. We were kicked out the Eden Club.. But it wasn't his weak **** its cos I burned the tree. I didn't nibble on no fruit, I don't go down like that. I'm more trunk if you understand.. That club burnt down. But I had my belt, so I'm a superstar. Shining brighter than that north star. He was lost after that voice never followed us from the club. We're sinners, not because we didn't listen, because I took the ***** and knew that the club wasn't worth the penalty if we stayed by there rules.

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He looks upon his beloved creation invariable, inevitable self-destruction a cycle of vainness and nihility. He makes no mistakes, no shots missed when none are taken. and on the eighth day, He sighs... Breathing life into a world that cedes purely to death.

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC

Spiro

And on the eighth day,

He looks upon his beloved creation invariable, inevitable self-destruction a cycle of vainness and nihility. He makes no mistakes, no shots missed when none are taken. and on the eighth day, He sighs... Breathing life into a world that cedes purely to death.

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