Imperfect Poems

IMPERFECT ROSE

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

Perfectly Imperfect

When I’m with you, I’d do anything,

For you make me feel like a complete man.

In happiness or sorrow, I’ll always strive,

Even if it means risking my life, to thrive.



My love for you knows no bounds—

This feeling is new, it astounds.

I won’t turn back; I’m committed to stay,

You make me want to go all the way.



You

imperfect

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.

I Am Imperfect

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

An Imperfect Morning

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

Imperfect Circumstances

Sometimes, imperfect
Circumstances lead you to
Ending in perfect.

Perfection? In an imperfect world?

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

Imperfect I Am, but I love a Perfect King

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

Imperfect Wife

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

An Imperfect Union

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

Imperfect

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?

Imperfect Perfection

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

Imperfect Perfection OCD -SHM

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

Imperfect

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

Imperfect

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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