Best Flawlessness Poems
I know your deepest fear, what you dread the most,
Still, your own desire you're preserving as a ghost.
You're guided by your arrogance; on your ego you rely.
Haven't you ever heard, the ego's known to lie?
You play your silly mind games; you think you are so smart,
But all this will ever get you is a sad and lonely heart.
You paint yourself untrustworthy with the antics that you pull.
No one can take you seriously when you're just a load of bull.
You think you are invincible and well above reproach,
But one as flawless as you, no one will dare approach!
You pride yourself with cleverness, while appearing stupid.
With so many attractive traits, there is no need for Cupid!
With all your flawlessness, you need not ever apologise.
One as perfect as you are, you're the apple of many eyes!
But how has this worked for you on that pedestal you sit?
Apparently not too well but you will never to, admit.
The years are flying by and the time is drawing near.
Sooner than you think, you'll have to face the fear
That you dread so much without another chance
To change your course of action and so, your circumstance.
Soon you shall be old and you will be all alone
With not one soul to Love you, except perhaps a crone
To make your life as miserable as you have to others, done;
To reap your Just Rewards, trapped in the web you have spun.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-13 15:26:00 (EDT)
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Shining in hygienic walls
A flawlessness hollow
Stiff and gray
On metal tables
Rested upon unkempt hair
Recollections merge
Into torpid puddles
That exquisite beauty
Now shattered
Engulfed entirely
By conclusions of separation
I leave with you
A vinyl sack damp and thick
Sealed shut
Superfluously removed
She is my angel
my comfort
my support
my guide
She sits on a golden curb
Her cheeks held by two delicate hands
A light radiates her from behind
making her holy wings,
glow, and shine
Her wings stretch wide,
free, and light
Helping to express her voluptuous figure,
She has round hips,
full, chocolate rose lips,
and a bust that holds the nature of motherhood
She is my angel
my happiness
my joy
my pride
Her smooth blackberry legs
dangle in the breeze
Golden rings, circle her wrists,
humming the angels song as they hit
Fingernails of peach,
defining her uniqueness,
Her hair pulled into an afro puff,
showing she never forget who she was,
as a women,
a black women
She is my angel
my elegance
my beauty
my charm
Thin cotton white fabric drapes over her
The arches of her flawlessness covered,
exaggerating her purity
She moves with grace
to the melody of a child’s laughter,
Sparkling white teeth show themselves
as she smiles,
loving life
and all that she gives to it
She is my angel
my strength
my wisdom
my courage
Her eyes bright,
calm, and focused
Watching life, as it passes so quickly below,
Her heart does’t not cry
for the broken,
Her soul does not give way
to desires,
Her mind does not worry
about tomorrow,
because she holds hope
as strong as her prayers,
and as thick as Jesus’ beard
She is my angel
My great grandmother Dagmar
My mother
My aunts
The women who love children
The women who inspire
The women of faith
She is, my black angel
Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.
I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.
In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.
A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.
Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.
Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.
By: P.D.
I was encompassed within the sullen lust
Of gentrified prepositions
Incomplete adjectives layer the magnitude of
My emptied valor
I became entrenched in the touch
The smile
The tears
Of wistful elegance
This onyx cry
Now turns into an everlasting echo
I sing to these gated heavens
Where visionary angels no longer
Give me a second glance
Expectations rot unto red herrings
As supple conundrums
Insist my smile
Will “be ok”
The most conformed lie,
The most performed cry,
I was ever beaten with
…
Salted whips bless this tenderness,
Her one-armed caress
Diluted into illicit “flawlessness”
And I would have digressed
But, I became stronger
When she yelled at my infantile stance
Hunchback of forbidden damns
Burying our luminescent memories
In fear’s corrupted sands
My vulnerable love
Now life sentenced
She turned my open arms
Into vindicated assault rifles
As she cocked the clip
Of my abused remnants
Oh, how your abandoned grace
Blessed my broken rosaries
With silent goodbyes
Yet, here on bent knee
I still cry
I still cry
…
For the return
Of your identity
All of your eloquent mistakes
As your altered ego
Strokes the girth
Of fear’s liability
And I dare you to push back against
My scarred & humbled smile
I do not fear you today
I do not fear you tonight
I will not fear you tomorrow
No matter the weight of my sorrow
For my poignant love
Will always shine brighter
Than your poisoned fear
Of my tattered innocence
©D.J.E.
Just A Thin Blue Ribbon
Sponsor: Rita A. Simmonds
It’s not just a globe…
The atmosphere’s wonder is held within a deep creation,
with natural lands made out of nickel, iron and clay,
a sphere with beaming skies and the dry land habitation,
with stretches of transparent water; oceans, seas and lakes.
From up here it seems so diminutive yet significant,
the big bang promised an earth with ages of interglacial,
I see the hazy cobalt air aspect making the world magnificent,
while I stare from above at the clouds for it's purely celestial.
The ethereal goodness of the skies shown three hundred miles below,
makes me wonder who actually created the earth,
unfortunately, all the pollution and littering has taken its toll,
I think the fossil fuels and natural gas are the worst.
I see nothing but black surrounding me…
A state of nullity with nothing to touch and adhere to,
one of the things I see is different shades of green,
the other thing I admire is the streaks in the sky of blue,
for no one can comprehend the flawlessness I have seen.
The elegance captured is priceless; worthy of praise,
there’s no exception when revealing its azure merit,
if we could only realize the globes beauty and embrace,
we are all a part of the earth’s ecosystem and are biospheric.
There is an impeccable wonder streaming around in my head,
the earth’s health is contingent upon the lifestyle we live in,
let’s save energy and support the world with love spread,
I observe in awe at a distance, that graceful thin blue ribbon.
Date Written: May 10, 2016
Enchanted with the precarious recital, the silent sacrament
Aging hastily, ignoring the cadaverous skin for imminent immaculateness
Tempted to escape a few more, she refuses to be subjugated
Impressed with her capacity to swindle the dim-witted, dense humanity
Never staring back, only gazing onward to the day she will attain flawlessness
Glorious will be that day, the idyllic rendezvous she perpetually craves
Distorted perceptions nourish the wicked ploy
Inside craving solace while shrieking a impassioned, clandestine plea
Swirling thoughts of culpability and delight, waltzing collectively
Ohh how her narcissistic scheme empowers her
Ritualistic and merciless is her crime, a vain diversion
Deceiving the masses, misleading her very own flesh
Eating away is her soul, her essence, the pompous hunt for perfection
Relinquishing tranquility to be the mastermind of an unattainable quest
For every day the dawning sun does rise.
Births jubilation there before Thine eyes.
Brightly colored rays nobly to shed light.
Accents wondrous flawlessness in plain sight.
Sparked myriads of seeds on which life's drawn.
Brash rivers bear oath heirs ‘tis tryst of dawn.
Sways and swirls a choreographic dance.
ambient twirls perpetually by chance.
Flail on shores hence spawns of man and beast form.
Yea verily 'tis now yields earths new norm.
Winding winds elope Ye fair leaves of trees.
Rolling thunder cede fealty unto thee.
Esteemed Vox barrage of resounding ardor.
Grasp our lore of adoring loves of yore.
07-02-19
Claudine knows that her virtue
is too rare and priceless;
envious eyes avoid her...
they fear the wisdom she possesses.
What God gives some chosen individuals
is both grace and humbleness;
we can tell how true they are
when they speak and glow with honesty.
If status, gender, race and color were a dilemma:
would God allow His purpose to fail?
No, all are equal and deserve a chance
at being all they can be and carry on the legacy.
A beauty that remains pure
such as Claudine's must be admired;
she never went to an extent
to add that extra touch of flawlessness.
A person that seeks perfection is
after vanity and self-glorification...
so voracious to grasp all by not
letting that flower of purity bloom inside.
Written on 1/9/2017
Radiant and lovely she sits.
Her lips curved into a sensual smile.
Calm stillness poetic form,
Her heart beats with passion,
A breath, among Arden flowers.
I could see the façade behind the mask;
Absolutely beautiful in the lamplight
In suffering lull, torn innermost,
Emotions, she's cracked and broken
Creating an illusion of perfection,
Covers the imperfect to ignite an image
Of flawlessness; not flawed, a vase of sunlight.
6/21/2021
Writing Prompt - Flawed - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
© Francis Maugo
Try not to trust my words;
they're lies that I manufacture to
project an ideal life and
persuade you I'm OK.
Try not to believe my words
For I was once enslaved into
Drinking and drugs.
Furthermore, the isolation
I received from my fellow
Teaching staffs, the excommunication
Stigmatization was the order of the day.
Try not to believe the grin you see;
it's a veneer to hide
burning agony, intense disgrace,
sheer despair.
Its the scars i got from the depression
I suffered.
Try not to get tricked by my chuckling;
it is just a reverberation
of empty internal parts, longing
for faculties to return.
Try not to get persuaded by my lucidity and request;
borne in endeavor to
control the disarray
furthermore conciliate the situation unfolding inside.
Try not to be dazed by
The flawlessness I radiate,
The boldness I counterfeit,
The honesty I fake,
The certainty I wear
For I'm broken into pieces
***
Beacon of liberty stunningly original
Integrity unbending
…. genuinely formidable
Courageousness clamoring and Brave
Poised intricately…
to protect and save
Untailored impetuous spirit thrives
Inside hiding Many…
burdened lives
Never forgiving nor merciful to sin
Always a fair trial
…. before judgment comes in
Cantering an unstoppable Flawlessness
Altruistic in setting
…. faithful lawfulness
Do not bequeath your liberties ashore
Impenetrable stone…
stands forever more
Marvel your life story to the world once or thrice
Generations of healers…
Mentor’s heed advice
stand tall in your truth…never back down
justice is blind…
…yet it always sleeps sound~
***
They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?
They advise to me there is no flawlessness
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?
They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought
I wonder day and night what is that I lack.
My demons in my head tell me it's you that no one likes.
The consciousness In my head pushes me towards my fantasized flawlessness.
The glory of excellence puts a hefty consequence on thyself.
Seductive as it is my mind bears the repercussions.
The World as it is puts me on a grand pedestal.
My breasts fills with all the glory, but in her mind I'm not Satisfactory.
My mother was an aristocrat,
at least in her own mind,
she had a certain noble air,
a ramrod for a spine.
She knew her face was beautiful,
exceptional and rare,
and when she walked into a room,
one and all would stare.
She held her mouth a certain way,
with Mona Lisa's guile,
but stiff and somewhat mask-like:
a practised, partial smile.
She knew all eyes were on her,
every moment was a pose,
the world revolved around her
in her pricy designer clothes.
She was the leading lady,
her life was all an act,
the cameras rolled continuously,
so she could not relax.
She was always kind to others,
though we all sensed some unease,
somehow we felt belittled
by her poised nobless oblige.
And at her dressing table,
I'd stand beside her knee,
She'd brag about her beauty
and I dared not disagree.
And, damn it, she made sure this child
would never be a threat,
and all those facial injuries
looked like mere accidents.
I wonder what she planned to do,
when age would take its toll
and gone would be that flawlessness
and she'd finally be old.
When everything you are in life
rests soley on your looks,
and the image in the mirror
shows the toll that time has took...
She could have grown old gracefully,
with age become divine.
her beauty would've transcended
the ravages of time.
Instead, defeat and bitterness,
her pride no longer fed,
she couldn't cope with knowing
that she wasn't turning heads.
So, one last time, she made up her face,
lost in dark insanity,
and blew her brains out with a gun
and all for vanity.