Perfectionist Poems - Poems about Perfectionist

She did a whizbang job on her science project Her teacher was impressed and did a genuflect Parents pretended she had done it all her way These perfectionists had done it after sending her out to play...

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Please pander to my Perfectionism by Pottering your purlesent Peepers purposely past my Permanently printed Phrases of poetic poise Pulling precious people Past particular poison Pleases. Pushing perfection points Purposefully protects from Painful perception. Perhaps a pedantic persuasion? Perhaps a pen peaking in Peppery passion or with Personal poignancy or Painted pastiche pictures of Platitude? Perhaps...

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You are the uncompromising truth You are the fearless lover of the Messenger of Allah You are perfect, you are the pure believer You are the sacrificed being to the honored Awliah You are an indomitable soldier in the realm of true knowledge You are the only preacher of all truth But still, you fear those whom you accuse as liars Yet...

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Being A Perfectionist (Is One Of My Flaws) Miracle Man 5/16/2023 At times I’ve been told, just let it go, but I never do things to just get by. Though no one else might ever know, I’m always the one I must satisfy. It’s said you reap from what you sow, and not all tasks are completed with ease. From “get by” attitudes, bad habits...

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Ask my parents. They’ll tell you, my favorite phrase, growing up was, “I can do it all by myself.” One day, I sat, spinning the top of my Flintstones vitamin bottle, wondering, how many spins until this thing opens. My mom insisted that she help. No, I told her, I can do it all by...

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If you strive for perfection You will never be content There will always be flaws Which you will resent Nothing is perfect And it will never be Because the idea of perfection It differs for you and me....

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I set out to create a rhyme but the sounds won't come together A haiku it was now going to be but the words became too many I decided a sonnet will do fine just then the words disappeared only ten lines shy of four I couldn't...

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Chosen to be a perfectionist all things in order not out of order the pantry is orderly the shelves are amazing the dishes are placed neatly arranged with a homemade cake perfectly amongst the race clean clean clean away no time wasted, non-worried faces this is right, that is wrong a perfect home If it means being alone straighten out items, neatness all around when leaving, must come back...

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There was this keen perfectionist named Jack, each night before starting to stride the track he’d enter the bathroom to diligently groom, return to see she’d by then hit the sack. August 30, 2020 Syllable count : 10/10/6/6/10 Checked on howmanysyllables.com Contest : Limerick Fun Sponsor : Tania Kitchin...

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Can't you tell The hell I feel Like glass ripping thru my shoe to engrave in my heil The blood looks black an the shards remind me of the stars This stress created a moon I get away from it all Can't you tell I don't feel alone I don't need you at all Can't...

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On a bamboo tip A crow sits bending The already bent...

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Let's see. It's someone who on a successful day, frets over a second of failure or two. A pessimist, others may say. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Date: 20 / 01 / 2017...

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showering in the virgin rain apparent angles of discrimination perfectionist is a neurotic she was dancing shamanically wild rejoicing in the birth of a wild mushroom purulent phlegm is a tonic too supernumerary bands of light no one is perfect nothing is perfect it is disease she was sleeping now at the shore of peace 10.39 am july 19 2016...

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The Perfectionist is Listening the rich are committing suicide and taking us with them the prosthetic limbed bastards Fort Darwin tottering on fewer stilts once the masters of the universe presently picking through garbage looking for an Icarus to pilot some way back among the clouds their telepathic goon squads armed with the hard on of God squat in the darkness of doorways lightning strikes all...

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So is there any meaning as this time keeps on slipping, Is our whole world nothing more than God's little play-thing? These people around me, are they really worth anything more? Even when death comes, everything in time simply resets. If it's all the same whether I were to live or die, Then I'll choose life and push death...

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