Best Flaw Poems
FLAWS
I once stopped to pause
and think of my flaws
But I already knew
That I had very few
So I gave myself a round of applause!
FLAWLESS
I got no chance to be Flawless it's true
My wife says my Flaws are but two
I asked "What are they my Dear?"
Then she said loud and clear
"All that you say and all that you do!"
his numbers are up
the economy's churning
bullies … tweets … insults
In my mind
Where silent thoughts
Reveal the truth, the depths
Of my hopes, dreams and feelings…
There is a piercing voice
One who announces my flaws
The faults which remind me that
I am human and humans err
Sometimes badly
Other times, sadly
And still other times, madly
I am a human and I stumble
Both within and outwardly
With mistakes and faults that feel
Like they may just penetrate
The very soul with their heartless
Vicious influence on my spirit
In my heart
Where emotions breathe compassion
And light illuminates wisdom
Giving grace to the sincerity
Of a faith that is more alive
Than the blood in my veins
In my heart
There are a million second chances
New thoughts and new directions
Opportunities for advancement
Assurance that I am someone
Who is like a light in the darkness
Spreading joy and rays of hope
Kindness that is flavored with thoughts
That bring calm to the chaotic
Enlightenment into sorrow and despair
Elation to the music and bliss to the song
Whispers of enthusiasm that dance
Through the heart’s shadows in silhouettes
Of pure wonder, pure pleasure, pure delight
In the depths of my soul
I can always know that this conscience of mine
Is alive with potential and vision
Warming the way toward God’s heaven
With a mountain of little lessons that tell me
I have learned, I have grown, I have become
A warrior in this weary old world
Where my heart, mind and soul always know
As I walk down this path of courage
Inviting my dreams to listen to the sound
Of a million trees coloring the wind
In hues of optimism, faith that sustains
And second chances to be who I am
When I listen to my conscious and my faith
Telling me to always do my very best
Reach out with an honest desire to be
The one God has breathed into me
The soul who only needs to hear with a heart
Who walks by the river of hope, faith and love
Bringing insight into the spirit kissed by God
Voice of Conscience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
May 30, 2021
AFFILIATION TO WHOSE LAW
If I was law unto myself
What would I be?
Where would I go?
What would I say?
Would I in such a way
Be free?
Or be shown a dark
And narrow path,
Which would purposely
Divert my way?
Would it excite me,
To greet each day
With confidence,
That my every deed
My every word, would
Like a sunshine ray,
Light up my being,
Console my need?
Would I enjoy to grip
Reality and face
War and love and hate,
All on my own,
It seems a lonely trip
The solitude of being alone!
Being a law only onto myself,
Would enable to keep the key
To live my life,
I'd choose to never
Have to strife,
For precious little time
We have,
In this fast moving train
Insane,
Happiness, sorrow and pain
Melt into one!
But being a solitary soul
Could be exploited
By one and all,
Should I succumb to a
World that’s disunited,
And steadily begin
My downwards fall!
What must I do,
Live according
To my own law,
A great many think
That this is wrong,
To be or not to be,
Which decision has
The flaw?
I don’t want either
I keep telling me,
The answer becomes clear,
Only with His Law
Will I be strong!
Home invaders
Climbed the fence;
Huffed,
Puffed,
And blew the windows in,
Suddenly, they're inside a mansion.
They came prepared
With large duffel bags.
They grabbed all they could -
A family heirloom,
Jewelry,
Knickknacks, etc.
Then one walks out to the balcony
And a caged parrot locks eyes
With the stranger,
Bows its head, thinking -
"Please, don't take me, too! I don't want to part with Mr. Tyson!"
"Matthew? It's time to go!" a voice calls out
.
"There's a parrot out here, Cam!"
"Nope, you heard Cam! You guys go now. Leave me be!"
thought the parrot.
Cam peeks out to the balcony.
"What do we need a bird for?" he asks.
Shouldn't we take it with us? Parrots talk, right? It could give us up." replies Matthew.
Cam thinks for a moment,
So does the parrot.
"Great, just great! I'm about to be stolen!"
"What about we kill it?" suggests Matthew.
Frantic thoughts: "Oh, hell no! You'll do no such thing, boy! Horrible idea! Cam? Help me?"
"No, we don't need the damn bird. Let's go, now!" Cam says, emphatically
"Whew! Thank God!" thought the parrot, breathing a sigh of relief.
The cat burglars made a clean getaway,
Or so they thought.
They made one fatal flaw.
They should've taken
Mr. Tyson's beautiful talking pet.
The parrot began spilling tea
Upon its owner's return -
"Matthew, we gotta go!"
"There's a parrot out here, Cam!"
"Matt, let's go, now!"
"Damn, I can't find my phone!"
"Back door! Back door! He's pulling in the driveway!"
Personification- Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
06/08/2022
Disheartened by the persistent rain,
the sun has fled; only clouds remain.
And tears encompass both time and space;
as they fall within my hurting place.
Nature can't console betrayal's pain:
unconcerned that my trust was in vain.
Seasons come and go, yet naught has changed,
the scenery just got rearranged.
Twinkling stars, shining so far away,
still confetti Night with specks of day.
And when I recall how love once felt;
I regret playing the cards fate dealt.
A distraught Moon chases Mars from view:
accusing him of making me blue.
And the wind blows, calling out her name,
while the leaves sigh, whispering the same.
My Angel's heart had a human flaw:
and love fell victim to Murphy's law.
For another man now has her heart;
while mine lies broken, falling apart.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Won't you please show me my flaws?
Beauty is not what I seek,
It's the defect that make one's weak.
I'd hate to be blinded by perfection
Such ideals I cannot thirst.
One can't gain without knowing their loss.
So mirror,
What can be worst
Than seeing only the fairest of them all?
There was a flaw in Mr. Einstein's logic
He made an elephant out of toothpick
All said it was Mr. Einstein's genius
That he made the matter egregious
For Harry's anti-gravity broomstick.
It started when I had no shape,
At home or school no place to escape.
People judged me and mocked my fate.
It was so terrible, Yes!! I was overwieght.
Concealed myself behind that door,
Trapped by the walls that helped me ignore.
Thinking of ways to aid me and raise,
Resolve ,restrict to impose me a praise.
One night I decided to just rearrange,
By climbing the stairs and plates exchanged.
All my time and efforts it took,
Hoping to see my new good look.
And when I stepped one day on the scale ,
I stared at it from glowy pink to yellow pale.
I pulled myself together very soon,
I threw what i acquired that smaller spoon.
Now I knew what I realy needed indeed,
That confidence and glare and upright feet.
The belly fat is not what i gotta get rid of,
But the notions of people were just to be tossed off!
Spring's classic charm - highly overrated,
Perhaps because it follows winter sleet.
Its new beginnings too animated,
Its poetic praise rather obsolete.
Forget the fragrant flowers’ faulty fact,
They come with mucky, rainy, fungal soil,
Outraging my respiratory tract,
Sending my sinuses into turmoil.
Way worse - the whooping wake of ugly bugs!
Buzzing, you bet, for an imminent bite,
I deem them all to be invasive thugs,
Let alone their unwelcome horrid sight.
Spring's in the air, lovers' first stolen kiss?!
Pollen is there, a nightmare, not a bliss!
February 16, 2023
Rage
Bursts
As a
Volcano
Saying words without
Reflecting the final results
Recognizing the topmost personality flaw
Generating to reach out for the temporary treatment to subdue distressed nerves
4-18-2016
For Own It Contest
Sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan
Tell me not, in sweet voices
That life is a beautiful place.
Life is but a devoid of poise!
A place where confidence embraces Cowardice giving room to everything that Seems to have no shape of elegance.
Tell me not, in sweet voices
That life is full of hope.
Life is but an empty dream!
A place where optimism is dressed in the Beautiful garment of depression.
Dreams remain dreams
Reality now hallucination
With sleep swiftly becoming the perfect place for a lively human being.
Blue skies turn black,
Green grasses now brownishly hot
With everything silently dieing out
A young teen I am,
Poignant is my name
I find myself in a sinister house, school and society
Where do I flee?
For fierce I wear
With my mind all set
Never to look back
For virtue has been buried,
Courage has been sold,
Strength has been defeated and
All dignity has been lost
Never to be restored.
The Flaw in Law Hand on my Jaw
the plan what I saw
Evil enslaved the people
Corrupt Capitalists
Conquer Commonwealths
Create a Campaign to Cancel
Cause of Consciousness in a
Community of Color
Casualties caught to take the
place for the fight we fought
our presents were tears,
bloodshed,
and pain what do we gain
when the problems remain
Barbarians of Bigatry
Bewilder Beings of Human Error
Ancestor''s offsprings to clean up
the terror
Break away the chains maybe we all see clearer
Claw Flaw
small kitty cat
had but one flaw
he couldn’t count
the missing claw
so when his claw count
totaled seven
he thought he’d
cheated “kitty heaven”
when he thought
he was just fine
he learned he’d squandered
number nine
claw counting days
now sadly done
his feathered wings
still missing one
John G. Lawless
8/29/2014
For PD’s One Sad Poem contest
Problem's empty nonsense ,
Hit of Medium derails ...
Jagged ,
Control out of sounds swift
insist shall back hand .
Strung statements always up to this
or that.
Variable constant by the enact verb
causing the next effected line .
Finished ; An All together Abstract swarm ...
breathless for description of technical concept ,
general to vague dials thy wordvice
as perpetual coin scatters...
Name that Non-Sequiter .
Dazed Arrival ,
After announcing Day by this
Journal's gargle ...
A foam at the mouthpiece ...
haywire fuse as hand shorts ...
Cease.