Best Imperfect Poems
We don't expect something from nothing
but always keep hope lightly lit
We want what we know won't be quite good for us
and force situations which never will fit
We speak when we should hold our tongues by the throat
and let silence bounce off the air
We verbalize nothing and yet all at once
we scream that the world is unfair
We hold all the cards to our life in one hand
and grab with the other at dreams
We grow up imperfect and tragic and bent
and about to burst out at the seams
And yet in this comedy of errors
we still pin dark dignity down and demand
that we're made in the image of One who is mighty
and not a mere mortal, a man
We yearn for a taste of perfection
and search with an uncommon zeal
We reach out for moments which polish our bones
and convince us our future is real...
It's so easy
to play the blame game
to be unrealistically expectant
to want perfection
It's so easy
It's easy
to want you to mold yourself
into my concept
of the ideal man
to fill in all the cracks
of what's broken in me
it's so easy
and yet
how often have I tried
heart and soul and mind
to be what you need
how often have I failed
to hold you together
and make you complete
that's not so easy
that's not so easy for me
to realize
to see
I hope I finally learn
perfection doesn't exist
there is no perfect spouse
there is no perfect love
because we are not perfect human beings
we are fallible
only God is infallible
only His love is unconditional
we are imperfect beings
in an imperfect world
loving imperfectly
and yet,
there is so much beauty
in the imperfection
of you and me!
Eileen
the natural glow of unfeigned traits of the imperfect
outshines fake glittering pretence of the so-called perfect
Date: 09/27/2021
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Indented by harsh waves
Injured by cold sharp rocks
Inflicted by failures
Irate at injustice
I come to you naked
Indolent, extinguished
Illuminate me Lord
Written on:02/27/2016
In pursuit of imperfect perfection,
she slowly turned every lucky star blind,
drowning in constant chores from obsession,
unable to appease her stormy mind.
Promises ascend against perception,
nothing halts fixed rituals from spinning,
as turmoils of time twirl through aggression,
she sees the devilish mantra winning.
What is left when breathing becomes a pain?
whilst malignant fears urge for reliance,
spiky succulents perish faith in vain
frantically panicking in silence.
day bleeds into repetitive debate—
Emotive wildfires stir despair and hate.
emotive wildfires
appease her stormy mind blind
stir despair and hate
breathing becomes a pain~in the pursuit of imperfect perfection
The Bible says we are all made in God's image,
in every way we're a match,
so why can't I reach part of my shoulder blades
from above or below for a scratch?
The Good Lord resides in the Heavens above,
perfection, where nothing can fail,
so why can't I lift my foot up far enough
on my other leg to clip my nails?
God is immaculate, he stands incorrupt,
in all aspects nothing he lacks,
so why is my fingertip just that bit short
when I'm clearing my earhole of wax?
Is it because Adam and Eve were perfect until
they disobeyed God and they sinned,
and everyone born after that had their faults,
the original model God binned?
And that is why though we are all sinners now
because of the choices they made,
the Good Lord had mercy, invented the spoon
so that I can reach my shoulder blade.
It's the way you smile at me
It's the way you stumble over words
It's the way you subtly blush
That makes you perfectly imperfect
It's the way I trip when you smile
It's the way you make me laugh
It's the way you wrap your arms around me
That makes me perfectly imperfect
It's the way you catch me when I fall
It's the way we laugh together
It's the way we just seem to match
That makes us just perfect
Imperfect Love
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I stopped for a moment, my eyes had fallen in a trance
for him, to take a whim, it made my heart dance
So romantic, I don't think, I could explain
touching him, skin to skin, made me go insane.
I took him into my arms, and now he's mine forever
my heartbeat felt complete, and I shall leave him never
He is my one and only, soulmate from the stars
he took me and set me free, healing my past scars.
I hope you find yours, a one in million friend
for it is rare, perfect love to share, until the very end
And by perfection, it's perfect imperfection
a long road, a shared load, without any direction.
8/19/14- Jessica Thompson
Insane
Maniac
Crazy
Mental
Delirious
Lazy
Deranged
Rude
Stubborn
Psychotic
Indifferent
Emotional
Dangerous
Guilty
Rebellious
Lonely
Unhappy
Lunatic
Nuts
Demented
Unstable
Our Love Wasn't A Mistake
It Wasn't Adventitious
Our Love Was Meant To Be
Though It Does Seem Fictitious
I Love You For Many Reasons
One's That You're Sincere
You Have No Affectations
That's Why I'm Still Here
I Was Agaped When I First Met You
Thought This Was Another Game
That Mii Love Was Going Crazy
And Soon To Be Called Insane
However, As Days Went By
I Began To Think And Realize
That It was Your Mind; Not Your *****
Which Began To Aggrandize
You Have Altruism And Charisma
I Am Cantankerous And Vile
I Didn't Know How Long We Would Last
But I Was Hoping For Awhile
You Are The Antithesis Of Me
And I Was That Of You
I Became So Beseiged By Your Love
Lost In Love...What Could I Do?
Even Though We Weren't The Same
We Weren't Quite Exact
The Chemistry Rule Must've Applied To Us
Our Opposite Love Attracts
To Make This Short And Sweet
Our Love Will Always Last
Because Your Heart Speaks Your Words
Without Any Of The Bombast
Awake in dark shade
You tried to walk on your call
Fearful dominate
You live unsteady
Well, life lessons full of pain
You tried to survive
You said you cannot
We have a quota of each
God is fair enough
You cry on your pray
Demanding on happiness
See what you have got
We forgot the thanks
We remember the ache
Selfishness of human
IMPERFECT WORLD
Oh! What a terrible beast
The great serpent that drifts from west to east
The words from my mouth speak the pains I bear
For we live in a world of injustice, inequality and despair
Everything in life was once the design of the creator
But now man tries to take over the role of the creator
But who is the creator I cannot explain
Who is God because I know not his true name?
Is He an invention of man’s ignorance?
Or did He invent man with ignorance?
Avarice has enslaved the conscience of men
And there is total absence of tolerance from now to the end
The earth was once free for us all to enjoy
But now we treat our fellow man like a common toy
The Haves and the Have nots
The slaves and the free
The man that I am and the man that I may never be
Man created evil
Evil is not of nature
The lamenting fool says it is Lucifer’ doing
Anytime he confronts a gloomy future
You have sapped the earth and there is nothing left
But dust and ashes
Brought about plagues with terrible rashes
When I was hungry
I could not eat because of you
When I was thirsty
There was no water for me to drink
Because of you
When I was naked I had no robes to wear because of you
When I needed advice there was no one to whisper in my ear
Because of you
What justifications have you?
For Jacob to have everything
While Esau has nothing
For millions to die of starvation
While a few have silos filled with grains to last them a thousand generations.
Peter steals an apple in the market place to feed his dying children
And his hands are hacked off by his own brethren
Paul the merchant steals from his people
And they call it fair trade
When a wretch steals from Paul
He calls it a highwayman’s raid
Justice is like a blind traveler
Trying to find her way home with a sword for a stick
Little did she know that she was heading for a pit that is deep!
Scarlet trees of blood
Subhumans exploited forever
Kings are born
And so are slaves
But we share a common destiny in the graves
People look for spiritual meaning,
in the strangest of ways
while others are declaring
these are the end of days.
Yes, God speaks about it in the bible,
the coming of the son
but why would he just alert the few
for his plans to become undone.
I am not churchy,
Never have been
But I still believe
And of course, I do sin.
I try not to judge others,
Even if they judge me
But I am just human
And that is plain to see.
I don’t disregard my sinful side,
nor do I feel ashamed
I was made as I am
so why would I complain?
I was prompted to write this piece,
for some explanation
and though I owe you none
might this be your revelation?
People are who they are,
We are created in god’s light
and he is the only perfect one
if people get their story right.
I do not know the bible well,
nor even word for word
but I suppose I know enough
from every story heard.
So, I will end this detailed piece,
with a simple, sweet goodbye
and blessings for my new friends
whoever question why.
Smile
I miss you baby
The sound of your voice
The way you say my name
The I love you and you are beautiful
The way you sometimes make fun of my accent
I want to hear your laugher which makes me giggle
The random declarations of past discretions
The fact that you think I am funny
The glimpse of your brilliance
The sound of your voice
I miss you my love
Tough
I don’t write to be recognized
I write for confession
An expression
My inner most wants
It’s like redemption
Acceptance of my incorrectness
My imperfections
My human emotions
I love hard
I’m a liar
I break hearts
I mend hearts, I'm a care taker
I’m at peace with my decisions
I’m the best friend you ever had
I’m a deceiver
I’m the same coin with two sides
I’m a giver
I’m a taker
I’m conflicted
I’m deluded
I live life
I have experience
I am for sure one hundred percent human
Filled with so many emotions