Perfect(A) Poems - Poems about Perfect(A)

The perfect teacher is not the one who teaches you to add and subtract. The perfect teacher is not the one who explains how you should write. The perfect teacher gives tools to feel, grow, think, and love. My perfect teacher show me how to do it, I will remember her ...

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There’s someone that you want to kill, but ride it out, avoid the rope? You’d spare the chair in prisonville? Then I am here to give you hope! Number one, you don’t want blood. Don’t be Wilson, be Joe Starrett. You’ll never come to any good the day you spill your victim’s claret. Blood will give the game away. They’ll find the pattern on...

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Strangers stun me, filling my heart. In awe of my dancing, my art. Their praise brings me that joy and glee. Filling my heart, strangers stun me. They amaze me to feel carefree. That joy and glee, their praise brings me. Their attention, they let me see. To feel carefree, they amaze me. They engage without pretension. They let me see their attention. True connection,...

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Go out now, children, while you can and play. The time to romp and frolic will not last. Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may. Sing simple songs of childhood; dance and sway. Tomorrow might be glum and overcast. School's starting soon. Enjoy this perfect day! ...

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perfect autumn day hot brownie from the oven candy corn on top harvesting pumpkins freshly made apple cider witches elixir oranges and ambers pointed leaves drifting off trees evening bonfire...

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When my body is sculpted to perfection, When my beauty gleams without a flaw, You may whisper that I’m artificial— But I am not. I am the raw, Unyielding truth of perseverance, The echo of battles I’ve won alone. You question me with narrowed eyes, Raise suspicions like...

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Nothing is already perfect as it is~ so the story is let's go ahead and perfect things~ yet how is nothing perfected?~~ ...

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Never had I heard a flutter so clear! nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings; Soft gray wings spreading, fanning coming to gentle fold, soon to follow, a nightingale's song, ...

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Never had I heard a flutter so clear! Nor more distinct settle of midnight wings; soft gray fans, coming to gentle fold -- soon to follow his song -- the nightingale, lilting the air! Such a blessed union, rare!~ Light and dark...

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perfect autumn day a romantic proposal raven lands on knee the groom is startled the crow is victorious ruining the mood...

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Say divers, he likes to pose and for photo's, not really shy but home he's staying close a give, take, type of guy. He cant swim so very well a marine body guard, some tell butterfly fish, he knows & chases with his orangey, stripy , faces. His host depends on him to circulate oxygen they return the favor back not sting ,...

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These broken nails Not pretty to look at, My triumphs, my fails Mean more than that Been scratching away Digging for some end, By night, by day … ‘Til they begin to bend Once polished to a shine … Is perfectly cracked, With pulled hair of mine And my nerves wracked All glitter, all gold … Neither one can stay, But, broken nails, I'm told Says something anyway. ...

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A lady I knew travelled the world looking for the perfect mountain, the most pleasing shape that would attract her uplifted eyes. She was an atheist, perhaps in her own way she was looking for God. Many mountains came close to perfection, but none were impeccable enough for her. Sitting on rocking chairs on a cabin porch in West Virgina, she confided all this to...

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She is doilies, lace and class I am leather, oak and brass But when she slips her hand in mine Together, we are gold refined. ...

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These tears that keep on flowing These thoughts that keep on shifting For what I thought was perfect For you I dreamt eternity...

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