Best Perfectness Poems
"I'm too much of a giver and a lover"
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It's not about defining the perfectness of me
For there is not more to what I can be
in which you expect of me
But to learn to accept this is all there is to me
and where I am in life is perfectly enough for me
I am no less nor more than what is need be
It's about defining how joyful my heart is
For it is filled with love in which I have for you
and hope to be satisfying to your fantasy of perfectionist
Your imagination of perfection is an illusion
You slay me and pressure me for something
I could never be
I am upon my max limit in endurance of your selfishness
But within my heart I love you too much to give you up
Because baby
I'm too much of a giver and a lover
That's defining perfection of love and sharing
For love is what makes us happiest of all
Nothing more... Smile!
Written by, Akkina R Downing
11-5-16
'Crashing'....Into the rocks....
I stare, until a light mist
Gathers itself within my eyes
I gance to my left, towards the cove
A sailboat sailing, just beyond an empty shore
I peer, I stare, but, 'She' is not there
I resend my sight....
Her bluest, of alluring blue eyes
Heavenly eyes~Her timeless glow!
Wearing a flowered sundress
Her shining, and flowing auburn hair
Standing there ~
I beam, as I gently ring the chimes
Those, that she did once fashion
Forever there, now by my side
Dolphines and butterflies
Her favorite flower....'A Crimson Rose' ~
I then set my coffee down
And, gather them within my hand
I think, I shall keep the top up, today
It is, kind of cold....
"Can we dear, can we"
Peter Gabriel ~
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Driving down a coastal road
On a grey and cloudy, seaside day
Somber silence, as I look toward the west
The oceans breaks, as I glance upon its edge....
Gazing, beyond its horizon, and beyond all time ~
Turning back ahead, and into the rear view mirror
A tiny heart, red, and her golden cross!
A tear from the corner of my eye, falls, as I arrive
I slowly pull up, park, and once again, get out
Across the solemn ground
That I have crossed before, I walk
I quietly and humbly kneel down
As I run my fingers, through her glistening hair....
"Hello my love," I say, as I lay them tenderly
Before 'Her Eyes!'~
There, for her grace to see~'Her Beauty!'
I carefully arrange them, my heart bleeding inside
As I remove the old~"And there you are, 'My Dear!'"
I then stand, and I hold her close....
Kissing the perfectness, of her wonderous lips!
And I whisper, "always," into her everlasting soul ~
"Forever 'My Love,' forever!"
A bright gleaming as I look unto the sky
And then, I close my eyes....
"In your eyes, the light the heat, I am complete"
"Can we dear, can we"
She giggles, as I hand her an eternal
And neverending promise, once again, within
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~A Crimson Rose~
It’s our responsibility,
To help the world survive you see,
It’s urgent, because after all,
Someone had to create it all.
Of every leaf on every tree
Reflecting pure symmetricality
Throughout the spring, summer and fall.
Someone had to create it all.
Of flower petals perfectness,
Roses next to zephyranthes,
Tiny mum, and sunflowers tall,
Someone had to create it all.
What of the ebb and flow of tides,
Life to all the creatures inside,
From Giant Squid to fish so small,
Someone had to create it all.
From zebra stripes to leopard spots,
How eagles fly and how frogs hop,
Mountain goats balance - rarely fall,
Someone had to create it all.
So, we need to give thanks each day,
That God designed the world this way,
And promise to put out the call:
Someone had to create it all.
The Small Cafe
Waiting...
for a friend.
I asked her to coffee,
she did not look well.
It is hard to say how.
A little disheveled,
perhaps heartbroken,
worried,
concerned,
flawed in some way,
self doubt,
illusive perfectness...
trending against the tide.
Soon she will be here.
One of many.
We are a club,
unknowingly joined,
some of us,
voted to higher levels...
of pain and rejection,
allowing for the service,
to others.
While others are too weak,
to recover without help,
and assistance.
Mentoring those that are hurting,
from cheating and lying spouses.
Abusive friends, that over stay,
and demand more then they are due.
Lovers that are users,
boozers that are losers...
What would your life be like free?
What if the idea although scary,
offered less pain,
and more gain.
If it gave more power,
and less abuse.
Control of self,
and the acceptance
by those that count.
The ones that always...
loved you.
If a new path were set,
would you take it?
If a different world were possible,
would you dare?
Gift me of your perfectness
Be my cloud of tenderness
Arrest me in thy loveliness
Your words my heart caress
Be my vision to aspire
Be my passion, of desire
Let your soul my sentence be
Your love my ink, be ever free
I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he was frustrated Feeling devestated, felt isolated, feeled truly aggravated Did I mention the love and hatred upon his eyes Or even the soul teared through a genocide A gemini inside, but set aside he felt terrified But through the lies disguised in your mind He was ultimately petrified...It was you that was scarier then ever, even his barrier Now I'm flying high like a harrier, with you i'm more marrier Was it scary cause of your terror, or your character? See I truly miss you miss, you're a beautiful beautious Broken and brutal, but with you I see what beauty is I love it, cause you're so humorous, is it obvious? I'm operating this auto race Just for you, I'd be dominating...I'd be going pedal to the metal, just till it's settled I just want to win a medal, I'm feeling kind of dreadful I've even beaten my only devil, going crazy, am I mental? Nah, it's where I extract scratched tangets and you stare vast in past pamphlets And you have no answers for your last math's classes, within exams I see you vanishing You close your eyes and drift in planets'n'canvases, and you crash in crafted canyons That clash with granite and imagitive paniced bandits with a habit that granted An attached handprint that reflected my poetic languages They call us anguished animals, but I pass on my damages, on through these messages See I may look different with my clothes that are charred and almost carved off I'm scorching like dark hearts, and warped like barked bronze Can you see I was meant for journalling? I'll be discerning them, as they see me surfacing I'll just be surging in, and it's you that i'd prefer to bring even out of all these earth-a-lings I hope it's permenant, you showed me what my purpose is, I needed the encouragement It was a form of your subtle perfectness, is it courteous that you bring me nervousness? Right now, you got me prouder then, all my extended ends, it's pride from you that i'm conjuring in.... Your loves got me flying high in your turbulence, it's a superb inherent gift, I don't think I could picture it, It has me feeling one with the churches and all my burning urges end...
Striking words on a PAGE is not all of me.
I am VAL.
All opinions APPRECIATED.
I'M about more than mere words of INK on a PAGE,
Smudged mistakes and common WAGE.
COMPASSIONATE CARES lend a sympathetic ear.
They are all part of me.
Yes THERE with POISE, EXCELLENT COMPOSURE.
LOOK I have no yearning for SYMPATHY from others.
By all means I'm EMPATHETIC. A SINCERE INDIVIDUAL.
A being FAR, FAR from perfect. A student of POETIC
VERSE. By your way, where is the perfect nest?
Now I MUST confess, I KNOW nothing of PERFECTION,
NO PERFECTNESS.
DO NOT misunderstand, I will at times prefer a recital
Of my own POETRY, A reflection of SELF: my own
Intellect. My obsessions, my words...RAIN...pouring
RAIN, a tree with music pouring from its leaves.
With poetry anything is possible. Including GOLDEN
LILY PADS and HARPS that play the MOST GENTLE
tunes. THERE IS my POETIC verse. That IS A WORTHY
PURSE. Yes I put great effort toward PERFECTNESS
and still I fail to attain perfection.
I need to ASK again. Where is that PERFECT NEST?
Where is that SUPREME POEM, lacking nothing.
This voice, it's scary, making me weary, and it's staring from under the staircase.
As it shares it's presence, it's essenece is venomous, it's horrendous...
I quiver and shiver as it whispers... "it's easier to die quicker"...
So as this demon starts surging in, my body starts burning and I feel my nervousness...
It's my nerves nervously hurting, my minds turning, i'm learning this is demonic conjuring...
Every night I feel it lurking, when it sees me it stops searching and, I feel it surfacing...
My wrecked soul is it's perfectness, I'm deaths encouragement....
But i'm already soulless, and it's permenant...
Cause I clash within my habits, and scream till I vanish
I'm just a tragic damaged empty canvas...
They say i'm just imagitive, but as I lay cold on this granite
I hear echo through my crafted canyons is...
This voice is it calling, is it calling...
It's your choice, she said "take or let go"
Is it calling, when you're all alone
In your own sweet home..
Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?
I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping..
and mildly feeling, that I was honestly grieving, and quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing
and ultimately it was wildly eating at who I was...
So as I lay lifeless, can't open my eyelids, i'm crying, my tongue i'm biting...
In the mirior i'm eyeless, but in my room i'm blinded by the lightning...
Why am I still trying, this demon will forever be rising...
it'll be him and I binding, him climbing, while i'm diving..
I stopped fighting, because drunk driving is a way for actual dying...
I don't have a direction, I've been hiding in my writings...
I can't sleep through screeches and slicing, it's frightening...
Oh the timing, the horizon, how am I still surviving
But my mind, heart and soul it's pricing, so i'm done dividing because of....
This voice is it calling, is it calling...
It's your choice, she said "take or let go"
Is it calling, when you're all alone
In your own sweet home..
Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?
If you were a vase with flowers,
you would be that pretty vase.
But not as pretty as the contained flowers.
I were to say the name it would be a rose.
If you were a musical instrument,
you would definitely be a guitar.
Your codes would sound extravagant.
Branded you are the self-gratifying guitar.
Nothing whose beauty is unnatural
would paint you picture perfect.
If you were an insect you be a weevil,
you would spray us with your floret.
Now, it is said that roses are red,
Honey is sweet,
That is all truth,
what of your picture perfectness?
That’s all you could have been.
What you really are is what matters.
An alive color of grass being green,
a stream with ever flowing waters.
Where the green grass finds its color
we know not.
Where waters get the valor
crossed our minds not.
What we see now is withering grass.
The exhaustion of flowing waters.
And some of the paint falling gross,
you haven’t pretended well picture perfect.
Perfect knowleghe
as a perfect vision.
We have clearly see
and observe what happening
in close and far distances
only with healthy eyes and mind.
And more - through precise focusing
we cleaned as various details and features
so the whole pictures background
and tend harmonizing this world,
through support and create
sharpness and comeliness
around us and far away
in close and great distances,
in space and times.
We are honing our eyes
and world perfectness together
as in one bright instance
so in long term of effort and diligence.
So nothing change
if we have wrong knowledge and vision.
I am the love artist
I want to draw your heart with care
I want to make you bleed with love
I want to make you cry with happiness
I want to make you shine with a smile
I want you to flourish like a rose
I want you to glow like the moon
I want you to be the myth that you are
You are more than an angel
Angels envy your kindness
You are more than a mermaid
Mermaids envy your beauty
You are more than a human
Humans envy your perfectness
I... Envy myself for having you
I run my fingers down his cheeks,
then hold his wrists, one in each hand.
Profound, deep love within me speaks...
emotions overtake command.
I take his hands within my own...
his fingers bend and tightly grasp
with tenderness for me alone;
in wonderment of joy, I gasp.
His splendid thighs, so soft but firm
delight my senses to caress,
down past his knees to feet affirm
his perfectness of form is blessed.
But flawless toes I now behold...
a miracle beyond compare.
My baby boy, just born, I hold;
newfound maternal love, declare.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: A Body Of Work
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Judged: 10/06/2016
Six 'Body Parts' Words used: cheeks, wrists, fingers, thighs, knees, toes
Again today.
Again today same thing happened
The desire of living became strong
On standing on the stone of ridge
Down in the crevice a rivulet song.
A melody, a perpetual message of steady
Live long harping on the same string.
Believe there is a reach in your aim:
A pace of perfectness proving game.
An inspiration for life is tick, tick of heart
A blink of eye teaches see there is path ahead
A stranger with pack back strode in the road of life
Two pieces of bread, a bottle of water
Gave laugh, yes, there is construction ahead
A bunch of grapes chewed twisting face
A grave message was in it, destination is
Again today sun shone spreading faith.
04/08/2014/
Looking into your burning eyes supplies me with suspence.
As if you scare me into a reality of fear.
Nothing in my life is as satisfying as you.
Fear is the only feeling I get when you are there.
When your away, I scream in pain.
Nothing can take you away from me.
I am in your arms holding on to your soul.
My heart is burning for desire.
Help me control it, I am losing your sight.
Happier when I am in your arms.
But I am crying when your gone.
My blood stops flowing into my veins.
Your beautiful hazel eyes race through my mind.
I feel incomplete without you, as if I am cold and dead.
Your blood needs to flow through my veins.
My eyes are blindsided by your perfectness.
Drowning in my fear I shout your name.
All with in my broken heart you say you love me.
I wish I could meet you one day.
But maybe in my dreams.
You will always be my love.
A near one motivated me to paint my canvas with hues newed
So that I could paint a perfect painting never ever viewed
I practiced hard and soon my brushstrokes had no rival
Grateful that I learnt well and wanted the art to see survival
I realized that the younger ones could not sustain my dream
For they had their own to fulfill and swim their own stream
They thought that in front of my success, their talent may be pale
And who will then admire their own canvas and boost their morale
I let them be themselves and burnt up my own perfect painting
so that they could get a perfect one from their own attaining
I was happy that they learnt to paint their canvas perfectly in the end
For I discovered that perfectness is no absolute and had infinite trend
Like the colors of the rainbow throw up new fusions at their seam
And give colors for a new perfect painting for another generation to dream
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Form: sonnet (14 lines)
Date: 3.6.2014
Name of Contest: The Perfect Painting by Elly Wouterse