Imperfect Poems - Poems about Imperfect

IMPERFECT ROSE the imperfect rose, once vivacious and colorful under the summer sun, its petals are now wilted, its colors faded and gone. its time has passed its dance is done. the imperfect rose cries many petals, last...

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you’re the bouquet i buy on a whim at the grocery store, cheap and a little wilted, but perfect in a way that makes me want to keep them forever. even when the petals fall, i can’t bring myself to throw you away....

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I am imperfect I think that it’s impossible to be anything but, and yet I long to be humanity’s one spectacular exception I wish that my subconscious would listen to reason… it tells me I am deceptive I feel that I am living a double life I dream of and dread the day that people truly see me I wish they were...

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Imperfection abounds, the evidence is everywhere, misshapen leaves and tree trunks hunched over and almost touching the ground mark the morning - a dog chasing a ball along the beach has a bent tail, the owner a limp. Across the road, a mower that is cutting the grass in the municipal gardens coughs smoke out of a sick cylinder and...

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Sometimes, imperfect Circumstances lead you to Ending in perfect....

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Lost myself looking around for the quality people love, Perfection, it is called harder to find the Blue eyes ground dove. Standing here,feeling lost seems like there is nothing I could do, After all, it is I, who dragged myself too hard to become grey and blue. I ,who grew you a flower that can't be bloomed,in a...

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Though I long to be perfect, So that God will see… How much I love and respect, When I fall on my knee. Though my heart is frail, And my failures so very real, I know a God who isn’t for sale, So my pains He can always heal. Though I’ve been called ‘hypocrite’, I know that love can overcome. Far from faultless, I must...

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My wife's not perfect I still chose to love her She's God gift to me....

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Where to now, uncharted waters, Two men vying, two men scheming, Biden gloating, Trump now reeling, Storm clouds gathering, eyes aloft. So much anger, consternation, A million words spewed every day, Talking heads intent to sway, Incessant noise drowning our senses. Gone all reason, truth abated, Daggers drawn, no time to ponder, Where is grace, we're left to wonder, Faint the beacon that shone so bright, No...

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Close your eyes And stay very still You will never again bend To someone else’s will Your value is much greater than that tag you wear You need to see yourself As more than that rip or tear We can mend the tiny marks Fix the spots And hide the fray Underneath the knots I promise No one will see I promise Will you agree?...

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You were made perfect in his eyes so see the beauty in your flaws The source of your power is inside so go within so you can draw You're a work of art & you evolve when you recognize natural law Mother nature is a caring parent that tends to love despite the flaws We're made flawed so we can grow toward...

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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...

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IM PERFECT dont reject what you select why not spill your tea and get on your knees, pay that fee for this is a decree. The Screen shows my preen I don't look too keen I don't know how long Its been I need to get clean Cause I KNOW Im I'm perfect Its to be or not to be, don't...

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Imperfect she isn't, in her white lace dress, Her short curly blond hair in such a mess. Benevolence, four-years-old, three feet tall, Such a precocious pearl, her finger so small. She walks in with elegant garden flowers Among the glimmering smile she towers. Warm light rays awkwardly squeeze through the door As she makes her first step...

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We are poor creatures slimy organs imprisoned in flesh. The sun burns us, water drowns us our lives are rough and short, we’re little more than talking dust. We all howl with angry doubts. Our art may dry and chip our science could let us down, our poets stammer and grow quiet. Humanity has always been imperfect, but some of us are trying. We...

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