Best Perfection Poems
I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.
2/11/2019
Submitted for: Standard Poetry Contest 175
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
There's a river that twists in the mind
that I plunder and ravish with sieves,
on crusades to the summit of rhyme
where my Phoenix of tropes and schemes live.
In a war to free diction's fair Queen
where the Soldiers of Babel bemuse
and the modern day graceless regimes
are in battles to stifle my muse!
In my quest for her verse of prestige
I have traveled a nexus of words
with this Lexis of language on siege;
where the dissonant hum drum is heard!
Oh, the poise of my bayonet firm
as I pin down my thoughts in a rush!
Oh, the will of the language it squirms
as her essence of glory I brush!
She's the Queen Muse that whispers within
as she watches me battle with style,
she supplies me the yarn that I spin
as she lends me her rhythm awhile.
It's the moment her Highness is freed
that the Armies of Dissonance fall
and the sound of Perfection can bleed
in those lyrical sounds that enthrall!
I bestow upon you
my adoration and love,
for I have beheld your beauty,
and am in awe of you.
Your eyes shine
as the stars of heaven,
your lips are the colour of the sunset,
and as sweet as honey.
Your neck is as an ivory tower,
your bosom, like sisters of desire,
your belly, like the hard flat plains of the desert,
and I long to explore the richness of your valley.
My breath is all but stopped
as I gaze upon your loveliness,
at the way your long tresses of golden hair
caress your shoulders.
The way your nose wrinkles
when you smile,
a smile that causes a small dimple
to play upon your cheek.
Beauty is your name,
perfection your attribute,
and I am but a pilgrim
on a journey to worship at your altar.
Look upon me with kindness,
turn not away from my attention,
rather, entertain my longing,
and satisfy my want.
Then my days will be filled with gladness,
and my nights with serenity.
forever will your name be upon my lips,
and your beauty in my vision.
March 16, 2017
Word count: 185
For Free Verse 250 words or less contest.
Someday this world will be
set free from misery
and then and only then
will all of mankind see
that far above the stars
and wars that leave their scars
lives One who sees the pain
and watches from afar,
who holds the precious key-
to the perfection meant for you and me
- Revelation 21:3-5
*As a follow up to my last post, this poem and photo contrasts the vast difference between how the world views perfection and what our Creator is offering
You try...and try...then try some more,
trying to obtain that perfect score.
A perfect spouse...
a perfect house...
why you even have the perfect mouse.
You try and wear the perfect clothes.
You even tried to buy a perfect hose.
The more you try and obtain perfection,
the more you go in the opposite direction.
To try and be perfect will drive you mad...
and when you fall short it will make you sad.
So do your best with what you've got...
and don't worry about being who your not.
P.R.Deremer
Life is silent, until I hear your voice.
You are the metaphor for perfection.
Your charismatic aura enchants me,
releasing emotions I cannot explain.
Silent One
13 February 2018
Example for Romantic charm in 4 lines contest.
Now I'll admit
She has her flaws,
But apart from that,
She's perfect.
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near
yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses
familiar pain rears, sits nonchalantly, laughing, taunting me
is it I who am loved or am I just involved in the act of love
the end justifying the means, a single moment, a brief interlude
conveniently remembered and enacted, how can one truly tell?
I opened my heart and yet I know, I'm not what he was looking for
the knowledge leaves me cold and saddened, ice forming around my core
rejection, inferiority, second best, all words that accurately describe
yet leave no telltale signs of the great pain that they have inflicted
reality and yet my hands roam freely his body as I welcome him inside
to lie buried deep within my being, my heart beating furiously
the sheer joy of being loved blocking out the fear, feeding on hope
even if his emotions are not real, every fibre of my being yearns
to one day capture all his love, to see it expressed in his eyes
to silently carve my essence indelibly upon his heart,
to feel it in his smiles warmth, as his eyes adore each curve
the knowledge that says you are mine and I will love you always
everyone wants perfection, those that know that they are not
nor ever will be the one, suffer from the lies of perfection
so here I lie, accepting the very little that is being offered
praying to someday find more, existing in that in between world
between shadow and light, where nothing is clear, everything is shaded
needing to be perfection to someone, as I breathe deeply with eyes drifting into
my dreams, helplessly staring across the bed of my future
there’s no such thing as perfection ~ if there was I could never be here
winked the devil to god ~ who replied this once you’re perfectly sincere
By
David Kavanagh
She stood in the mirror facing her reflection
She hated herself and wanted perfection
Nobody cares that beauty's from within
Thousands spent on surgery just to fit in
Thin is beautiful that's what she thought
Models were tall unattractive was short
Nobody now sees personality shining through
Implants and Botox is not the real you
We're all made different we are unique in different ways
Now we are becoming more alike because of what society says
Ah, perfection…..
The ever-sweet concoction of confection
Color inside the lines no deviation
No platypus designs in this creation
Be British, never rise above your station
Perfection….
We’re told we’ll never get there - so why try
Achieving naught but failure till we die
Listening to teachers sadly sigh
While wiping way the tears we couldn’t cry
One size would never fit us all
From birth until we slowly learn to crawl
Neither can one bag collect the leaves of fall
Nor mute the changing tone of winter’s pall
Cold harriers will stalk the written word
Slash it with a heartless wooden sword
For using words that they could not afford
To describe a mud rimmed pond as a fjord
So strive to be the best that you can be
Remembering that freedom isn’t free
And as you etch the page with flowing ink
There is much room between red’s edge - and pink
John G. Lawless
©4/4/2022
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
When I am around you I can feel the truth
You begin to speak and I can only focus on you
No pain no sorrow and no regrets, Just you
Your eyes are like the peaceful forest of nature
Your smile is the smile of an angel sent down to earth
Your voice is like the wind in a dream, so peaceful
And your kiss is the most beautiful thing that I have found
I cannot reach out to you anymore
You will never again let me see you in peace
It hurts to walk a step closer, as I see myself farther away
Do you ever notice me looking your way
You are the only one that I see...
What is perfection? Is it the way you look?
Or just maybe the way you look at me.
You stole my heart just like a crook,
I just hope you cannot see.
I'm scared to death,
I don't know what to do;
I can't catch my breath
When I'm around you.
You say this is normal,
You say I'm alright;
You don't have to be formal,
I won't bite!
Just a brush of skin sends shivers through me,
I melt when you look into my eyes.
All I can see is eternity,
As my past dies.
Is it too soon to feel this way?
Am I going insane?
There's so much I'd like to say,
But is it all in vain?
How can I be sure I'm the only one?
How do I know your feelings are true?
I don't want to have it all come undone,
Because I didn't trust you.