Best Imperfections Poems
i accept you
for all your imperfections
in my eyes you are perfection
the seen and unseen
if only you had my eyes
placed them in those
big brown pupils
then you would see
what i see
forget what others see
i do not care
about pink pimples,
blemishes, stretch marks,
nor the love handles
you are a unique fragrance
invisible to those
who choose what they see
but i see beyond your image
so you're visible to me
i know
your heart is not red,
it's burgundy -
but so is everybody's
and
we all beat the same
sometimes slowly
but mine beats rapidly
when you glance at me
i accept you for all your scars
for they are a part of me
as mine are to you
together our wounds heal
The Silent One
Simple Musing
2 September 2020
The smell of either soil or concrete after the rain is breathtaking
The sight of the sky and the birds on a warm day is amazing
The sound of the wind blowing dry leaves is astonishing
The sight of blossoming flowers is unmatched
But the smell of pollen everywhere is overwhelming
I was hoping it would be a beautiful day
One with some drops from the sky to say that he still wants us to survive the heat (and there were some)
Where he fills the dams just enough until he would need to again
One that would kiss us goodbye with a rainbow
But the wind invaded tempestuously
I was hoping it would be a wonderful day
One with brightness, colour and music
Where Mr Sun would grace us with his warmth and caress our heavy skins
One that would kiss us goodbye with dusk not so dark
But the clouds hid his face
I was looking forward to a fairly windy day
The kind that let's you see the beauty of the brown fallen leaves
One that reminds us that life can leave you puffy on some days
One that would kiss us goodbye with an embrace of calmness and quietness
But the sun rudely dominated the turbulence
I thought today would be like one of those washing powder adverts
Where butterflies and colourful, cheerful birds fly all over the place
Where the grass is green and a thousand flowers bloom
One that would kiss us goodbye with all types of allergies
But the wind blinded our eyes and robbed us of the sight that left some sneezing, others itchy and others swollen
Not one of them were perfect, but something about them was.
When you look in the mirror, you count each imperfection you can find instead of the lovely details you truly hold. You feel too short, too tall, too skinny, too fat. You see acne and tangled hair, chipped nail polish on your delicate fingertips and running mascara smearing your face. Your mind is burning alive with every thought. You think that he will not give you roses painted the color of romance if you are not a size zero. You think he will not stain your lips with his name if you are not 100 pounds even. But if you could see that you were made to love yourself before others, it would be such a beautiful sight. Destroy the mirror, my dear, you were made in the eye of yourself, not the world.
IMPERFECTIONS
why do they want you more
now that you have left than
they have ever wanted
you before
does the pain of you leaving
give them some kind of
perverse pleasure
are they more afraid of living
than of dying alone the
way you chose to go ?
it’s no accident…
songs that sell
the most are sad
sidetracking
bouncing beams
deflecting
realities
we need to know
© Kim van Breda—18 January 2016
Natures imperfections fade
And pale in contrast with
The perfect little circles
That lead along to big
Perfect little circles
Formed in every way
For those that are most complete
Let imperfection stray
A spark survives
And chance ignites
New paths not yet complete
Within a new creative day
Within somewhere unique
Natures imperfections
Sometimes rather steep
Not as easily fathomed
As appearances would speak
First class brains
Streets populated with them
Flaunting certificates--useless
Plus innate knowledge practical,
But unrecognised
Tightfisted bourgeois;
Alienated job opportunities
Reserved for own kids born and unborn
Capitalism overblown;nauseous
Grab and keep philosophy elevated
Who do you know?Who don't you know?
Keys to haven
You could trudge to the Sahara,
Build sand dunes,clamber atop
To reach the top and maybe sunlight
Slight wind,and you are on the floor:
No foundations
Pack sands,feed on them
Who cares?
Hollow eyes witnessing a party
The favoured few,on Owambes
Overfed.Toothpicks in mouths
Dogs too,fed fat with flesh
Dogs now reject bones
Leftovers left to sour,thrown away
First class brains,crawl in dustbins
Vultures competing
Some days,vultures feed too
On first class brains' corpses
Hollow-eyed pleas.Unheeded
Gentle songs of plea,
Didn't make them yield
Clangs on empty sardine tins
Music violent,tempo risen
They glanced at them,and looked away
Then one day,hunger and anger fired desperation
Bread knives came in handy
Well-fed guts are carved apart
All energy used
Denouement.
The vultures came in the evening
And held a huge feast
Sparks are living in
you
and they set off
within imperfections
of two faceted
stones, that won‘t
fit with one
another.
Sometimes I still
don't see...
How it works, this
attraction:
it declines, and
again it recovers.
In me linden has
bloomed, there was
many spring rain,
filling puddles
again with new
hopes.
While the soft
ground was trying to
make
a captured spark
sprout,
even the whistling
got lost in the tree
tops.
Well, along all your
words are inaudible.
How it mimics the
melody, mimics the
bird-
it attempts to
repeat, to invite
the light in.
Fish emerge from the
depth of the puddles
gasping words, but a
sound resides in the
lungs.
We're so random. So,
my dear, how it
works, are we even a
match?
Will it live with my
shyness, will it
breath in
all thoughts. I own
beings of shadows
with no shape by
themselves,
overflowing serenity
in dark ravine,
without struggles of
light they won’t
dance, they won’t
melt.
I still blow you a
petal to catch.
It's not perfection in things if it exists
that means so much to me
but natures imperfections and beauty
like the ruggedness twisted bows
of a sprawling tree.
The unevenness of a mountain view
lush green sweeping valley's
buttercups kissed by morning dew
Ricky silver ribboned winding streams
the power of an angry raging storm
a single red poppy
growing among a waving field
of ripening barley corn.
A temperamental ocean
the crashing waves upon the rocks
A flock of raucous calling seagulls
hovering over the fishing boats dock.
Beauty on everything around in that I see
For natures imperfections
created by Gods hand
are perfection to me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
Form
Mass
Drooping
Heaviness
Weeping bodies age
Stretched elongated wrinkled form
Distorted hound dog faces as Youth's beauty fades
Eventually we return to the ground as water evaporates to dust
I walk into love with you.
With my eyes wide open.
To take every measure along the way.
I didn't fall in love with you.
Because my eyes were wide open,
So, I can love you every step we take.
I believe in destiny and fate.
And we intended,
To do things that we value.
I'd choose you.
In a hundred lifetimes over,
Because you're unique in scars.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred worlds different,
Because of your imperfections.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred universes unalike,
Because I'd find you in time.
Any interpretation of this existence.
I'd find you sooner and choose you,
And I'd walk into love with you, again.
I love you all the same, Shannon! R.I.P.
If life is a gift
God be an Indian giver and take me back to you
Back to my comfort place
Because when I close my eyes I'm there with you
I don't need to go to church to hear your word
You can say it to my face
You can look me in my eyes that you created
and answer my questions
What's the purpose of my life?
Why now?
Why this generation ?
Where I'm just the forbidden fruit to feed his ego and his sexual appellate
Where commit does'nt get him full
And he needs more than one prey
I prayed
I would wake up from this horrible dream
But I woke up to an empty space in my bed
Just the ugly truth left on my sheets
All he wanted was a piece of flesh
He is just an animal, a cannibal
And I'm a dead soul
Lord Resurrect me
Bring me back to life, give me my name back
Everything he stole from me he can keep that
All I want is me back
The person I knew is no good, full of sin
Lost in time trying to fit in
A generation I don't belong in
Restore the broken promises I made to myself
Allow me to repent
Blame it on the Devil who taught me how to satisfy my needs
When you were the only one I needed
They say love is blind so I'm sorry I lost my sight of you
I know I'm your child and you love me but love hurts
I come to you as I am
With all my imperfections, my baggage, an ugly past and
Scars to show how I fell
I come to you with open arms so you can receive me
Wash always my sins, arise my broken spirits
Bring me back earth where I can live another day with out regret and shame
Lord please just give me a name and a voice so I can testify
The day I got saved
We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.
To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?
We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.
We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.
Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.
I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up.
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.
Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.
We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.
We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.
I'm a girl of imperfection, that's just who i am.
Sometimes I give up doing things when i don't think i can.
I'm a horrible liar but i sometimes still try.
They say my give away is something in my eyes.
They tell me I'm to passive and that i need to stand my ground.
Yet when i become a brat(altered for site)....
nobody wants me around.
I am Sagatarious and as stubborn as can be.
I bet on number 9 cus false hopes tell me it's lucky.
My number never wins but i play it anyway.
The dreamer inside me is waiting for that day.
I use bad grammer and stumble on my words.
Sometimes i talk so quiet...it's hard to be heard.
Some friends call me pokey cus i move at my own pace.
I will get there eventually cus my life is not a race.
I'm a girl of imperfection...that's never gonna change.
Even when you know me, you'll still think i am strange.
Sometimes I'm frustrating and even annoy myself.
I take things for granted and I envy others wealth.
I love the smell of roses but i think Daisy's are the best.
Sometimes I eat the pettles and throw out all the rest.
I love to drive when theres more then just me.
Slug bug gets boring with just the car seat.
I have been known to snore when i sleep.
Bad dreams cause me to grind my teeth.
I was once told I was laughing hard in my sleep.
Still today i wish to remember that dream.
Forgotten forever like a stranger passing by.
The one that made me laugh without saying hi.
Occasionally im clumsey and I'm often being rushed.
Be careful with me...my feelings are easily crushed.
I'm modest about my feelings so you would probrably never know.
But if you lie, cheat, or steal from me their sure to one day show.
I consider myself a passive woman...never lookin for a fight.
I was raised to use my words to stand up for what is right.
.
Defects are the imperfections
of a character that is hostile
to changes making it more
susceptible to judgment;
name a few of those individuals
who assume of being perfect
and don't need a transformation
to point out some or all
of their hideous faults!
What's flawlessness...
a virtue without blemishes?
Who's the impeccable one:
if not the Creator who gave
us life and wisdom to live it?
We are very harsh in judging
others, not noticing our flaws...
not feeling ashamed of what
we think when we replace
humility with vanity!
Our reflection in that mirror
doesn't display self-worth:
the image seen so clearly
is not true to the self-concept
of what we should really be!
Written on 7/30/2017
The flaws I see so easily within myself tend to obstruct my view of what I know could be. They float to the top of the pile and cover up better characteristics that others seem to find. I look hard some days and dig through the stack. I know they are there, hidden beneath yet among some of the cracks. Within deep crevices sometimes they hide, those special things, and wait to be brought back to the top of that pile they've been buried under for so long. Being too hard on myself takes a toll on other days and I leave the pile alone, knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel, yet too exhausted to finish searching and looking. Struggling is worthwhile as it gives life a reason to thrive and going on to the next day promises hope for another chance to look for those qualities that help me survive. Life is all too real most days and sometimes I would just as soon cover it up as a flawed event and forget it ever happened. But then something comes along and gives me hope, and I smile in spite of the imperfections.