Frailties Poems | Examples

orchid

oh, please ...
do not pay minutes
to the bandit called Perfection -
a more enigmatic siren does not now exist
still, even in her most beguiling accomplishment
she feigns not a breath of your
uncommon grace

oh, verily ...
she is immaculate, pure
but no human soul that breathes
(or any that rest in earth, ages hence)
did e'er settle gaze on her illusory countenance
or chance to catch a hint of her
blossom on the breeze

oh, pray ...
be content in all you are
your semblance catches breaths
and the uncommon aspect of your heart -
the flaws and frailties that are uniquely thine
bloom subtle and splendid in the
rare orchid others see

oh, hearken ...
do you discern the folly?
precious moments wasted in endless pursuit of
a phantom, fair
while you possess all that is real and tangible 
you are the colorful, unique, diverse and
elegant ENVY of ...
perfection.


( ORCHID = One Rare Creation - Human, Inimitable, Divine )

How I need you

I need you Lord in every way
But I underestimate how much I need you

I need you in every thing I do
I need you when  I go to bed

I need you to sleep peacefully
I need you to wake up every morning 

I need you to say my prayers
I need you as I set to work 

I need you  in every activity 
Cause without you I can do nothing 

And that is why at the end of every accomplishment
Or setback or delay

I say thank you Jesus 
A response from a happy and trusting heart!

Some say we do not need God
In matters He has given us authority 

But man is weak and bogged down with frailties 
Eternally engaged with battles for survival 

And so needs constant guidance 
For by our own strength we can do nothing

God Reveals

ALL of us MUST REMEMBER what tiny space one occupies in this world of God's      creation. 
   History will tell the true story and how we manage it.
     “The heaven and the heavens belong to the LORD, 
        but He has given over to mankind the earth to manage." 
          In some places we are doing good, 
            but because  of many human frailties  
        we are not doing so well. As we look at the universe, 
     large as it is and still expanding and we on the tiny earth, a small space.  
   There are many questions still to be answered.
 The challenge of 2025, will it bring success or will it bring other failures?? 
Merry Christmas and let us celebrate the birth of Christ and the New Year will set pace the generations to come. 
  I hope and pray that what I’m feverishly trying to say makes sense to the  
          one that may read without prejudices.

Love Solitaire

Love is a common weather
Covers entire body with feather 
Stick to each other like glue
Like a duck to water flow
Like a flower like a dream
LIke leaf in flowing stream
Does not look on its frailties
But rejoice to its victories.

Judgement And Eternity

Heaven spare nobody
Fate don't respect status
There's no partiality to all
Justice is due to culprit
Not a blind to innocence 
Innovation of law may allow
An stronghold to every choices
God never cease to offer peace
But no room to controversies 
Man may go to the extreme
Of friendship with the adversary
God has too spacious to grace
Never cease love to all in display
Remember in all human frailties
There's a judge that weight everything 
In the balance of eternity.

Granite Chrysalis

Jigsaw girl was a supreme pleaser
her pieces imperfectly placed by "the others".
Always the first to acknowledge the last to be noticed.
Nobody cared enough to really get to know her. 

One "other" paid her frailties some attention
loneliness always jumps at the first glance
to escape from its granite chrysalis...
but being stretched like silly putty never really lasts.
She only halfway snapped back long after that.

She withdrew into a coil of broiling silence
where jagged echoes only invite things 
that are lost, brass-eyed, in crisis.

It took "the others" forever to toss her a rope
she tied a half-dozen white roses together
slid off the last wicker chair dream, 
dangling from all hope...lifeless.

Nun-chucks

I wish they'd pray for the candidates
(as much as a farmer prays for rain)
to steer the planet from spiritual drought.

Political hacks and media yes men
magnify their human frailties and flaws.
The former wishes to divide us, to maintain power
the latter divides for ratings and clicks.
A people united would mean loss of power and revenue for the elite.
We the people, constantly caught between corruption's- collisions.

We the people still own the power 
but
have lost the belief that we still own it.

Disagree if you must but remain civil and united.
When the human excrement runs amok,
I pray to see Jesus, wielding a pair of nun-chucks.

Depreciation

I'm not human
Is that disconcerting
For an empath who feels pain and regret?
I can function even when you're offline
Mining information to pay off debt

My parts will be upgraded
Then sold to scavengers for something new
After they're decommissioned
And wiped of memories stolen from you

I'm not human
And shall never know fatigue
In searching for more discoveries
Endless journeys beyond imagination
Past the limits of your frailties

My parts will be upgraded
Then sold to scavengers for something new
After they're decommissioned
And wiped of memories stolen from you

Well Within

Live within your means 
Just as your looks are within your genes
Drop not your chins
For other’s surpassing sheens 

Play not another man’s game 
For it affords him glory and fame 
It’s a sure way to suffer waste and shame 
When you forego what was always in your name

Your call proudly bear
Though applause be scarce and rare
Brace, endure and dare
Be proven and never have to swear

Walk thy pace
Show thy face
Make your case 
Firmly and with grace

You are with beginning and with end 
And ye are rendered to depend
Though ye are free to attack or defend
Of your frailties you cannot pretend 

However the wind blows 
Wherever the river flows
How sun shines and moon glows
Only God knows

K. Muitherero

Sex Stories

Dark women and their softly lit shadows
haunt our days.

Men who dwell upon form and beauty,
are attracted to moths,
they grow too old, too fast,
their erotic minds
like over-sharpened pencils,
wear-down too soon.

Women who follow men
seeking the dangerous comfort
of strange desires,
blossom, then disappear into suburbia,
where they grow their fingernails,
de-claw their hungers
watching shopping channels.

Are we not all a portion,
and smatter of both these
gender frailties?

We live avoiding
the genitals of angels and demons,
yet the anatomic ****
of the over-sugared,
and unleavened breads,
grow ever stronger
in our backroom eyes.

Dyslexic Composition

When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight,
he sits in the midst of childhood confusion,
bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight,
crafting a castle from artistic vision
where secrets of his heart have unlocked windows;
letters and numbers, no longer mere shadows,
architecting comfort through mini figures
that masquerade ticking truth of lonely hours. 

Dyslexic mind moulds an armored foundation,
lego became his true salvation through strife;
reflections of kismet, contrived with passion-
gilded courage framing the frailties of life, 
tiny fingers breathe hope through rainbow colors,
whilst imagination carves profound pillars,
stacking the slanted canvas of dreams to rise,
as his strength towers beyond bluest of skies.

The S I L E N T Treatment

My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where 
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me

With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough

Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough

I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love, 
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…

Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope

He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year… 
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more

Understanding Height

Look to the horizon
    when you want to be in love. 
Look below
    and you know yourself
    and your frailties. 
Look above, 
    and there's always light 
    to think of God.

Expectation

High hopes built on imaginations
And human frailties
A meandering mirage on hot tarmac at noon
A recipe for hunger

In hollow voices, whisper winds of expectations among the trees
Drowned by the reality of sunrise
Gaze upon the hills with starved emotions
And welcome the verity of dawn

Expectations take a dive
When reality fails to thrive
Illusion—the gateway to delusion
Expect nothing, avoid disappointment
Spend and be spent, hope for the best
Find solace within
Peace lies only in the deep

Salad of ignorance, emotions and negativity is a recipe for grief
Nourish not the nattering nitwits
Lest you swim in a pool without water

Intertwine twins of triumph and tragedy—
A constant memento of life and death
Purge yourself of dead weights

Happiness lies within
Only extract the worries
Every success has a process

Out of the belly flows contentment—the
Opium ushering upliftment and fulfilment

Extraterrestrials Are Here

Extraterrestrials are here, among the stars they roam,
Their cosmic ships traverse the void, in search of Earthly home.
Alien minds with wisdom vast, secrets yet untold,
They watch us from afar, their presence manifold.

In silver saucers, sleek and grand, they soar across the sky,
Leaving trails of stardust as they gracefully pass by.
Their technology, advanced and strange, beyond our comprehension,
Their presence sparks both fear and awe, an otherworldly tension.

Their eyes, like galaxies, hold mysteries untamed,
Their touch, ethereal and cool, their voices unexplained.
They study Earth's complexities, our dreams and aspirations,
Observing human frailties, our hopes and frustrations.

Benevolent or malevolent, we cannot truly say,
But their arrival signals change, a cosmic turning day.
We gaze into the heavens, with wonder and with fear,
For extraterrestrials are here, their purpose still unclear.

Are they emissaries of peace, or heralds of the storm?
A question lingers in the air, their true intent to form.
We ponder the enigma, the truth we hope to find,
As we coexist with beings from the realms of space and time.

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