Not love, but need, not joy, but cost,A path where something dear is lost.
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
13 days ago
WHEN BEAUTY BOASTS
She gazed upon the mirror’s light,
And saw a face the stars might write.
With lips of fire and eyes that gleam,
She slipped into a golden dream.
She said, “This grace was not for tears,
Nor nights alone, nor hunger’s fears.
Why should the lovely taste despair,
When beauty grants a throne to wear?”
But in the silk of vanity's thread,
A quiet voice of caution bled.
For every jewel and whispered name,
Would cost a soul, would feed the flame.
So starts the walk with painted smile,
Along the street, through shadowed mile
Not love, but need, not joy, but cost,
A path where something dear is lost.
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13 days ago
Killeen Rohan
@rohankilleen4154
She appreciates her reflection but knows vanity has its costs. 11 days ago
Charleston Adaline
@adalinecharleston9155
The poem definitely has its poetic moments, but I can tell there’s an undercurrent of caution here about the cost of beauty. Vanity’s thread is a fine line to walk on. 3 days ago
Million Ronald
@ronaldmillion5036
The starry-eyed one is poetic and deep, but what's the cost? Love’s worth it, though, not just vanity’s price. 2 days ago
Mcelrath Aleah
@aleahmcelrath9677
The poem captures the essence of vanity beautifully, highlighting how our pursuit of beauty can sometimes lead to more harm than good. It's a thoughtful reflection on self-image and the price we pay for it. 2 days ago
Amada Paul Israel
@israelamadapaul172464
Absolutely right! 2 days ago
