Realization Poems - Poems about Realization

I know making you less perfect won’t make me any better yet I can’t help it I fabricate your flaws in my head  as if it would make my own disappear  almost as if ruining you made me any better … almost as if making you imperfect made me as perfect as you —maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing...

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her fingernails chip when she plays guitar sacrificing beauty for something that sings— a trade not everyone would consider, not even once, not even a sliver of themselves and somehow, that tiny gesture, that quiet unraveling at the edge of her hands gives me reason to believe there’s always someone softer, than i could imagine I let go of someone who held me like a...

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Growing eyes Feel growing pains Too thick For a beating heart Growing bones See fearsome terrane Too rough For each foot's counterpart What kid really believes Growing up will be so hard?...

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Ecstasy was never meant for me ~ ‘Steady as she goes,’ stoically ...

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Why do I hunger for justice, for love, I can’t keep this emptiness inside, this void annoys pulling me under I cry in pain, I gain nothing and I wonder, Why do I find comfort in turning away from the beliefs instilled upon me It’s so much easier to ignore the teachings before me To live as if it doesn’t matter who I hurt,...

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Judaism The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed Thousands of years old God Yahweh made a covenant with Abraham that if Abraham and his people the Hebrews Obey Him, He'd consider 'em, His chosen people, watch over 'em God sent the Hebrew to kill their enemies sparing not man, woman, child or even the suckling babe On the other hand, God said He...

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I woke this morning, lying next to you; Contemplating your thighs, your breasts, your face, as you still slept at rest in a dream’s embrace, my eyes all over your fair features flew… I lingered here and there—a glance askew caught subtle movements in that furtive place beneath your eyelids, wondering what chase your soul pursued in the other blue… You then...

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And the saddest realization I had was— that I can't do it all, I can't learn every language, speak in thousands of tongues, or understand the poetry of every land, I can't live every life, be a writer, scientist, traveler, dreamer, exist in every version of myself I ever imagined, I can't master every skill, nor bring every dream to...

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I sit here with guilt and recent understanding. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. I sit here with remorse, and now I’m rebranding. Because to live is to learn and to learn is it grow. It is like I stepped in your shoes when I became a mother. You were doing your best, one foot in front of the...

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I only cry on the inside; Lamenting the child who's hiding there. No one can know what is buried. It's a weight that I must bear. You may marvel at my strength; Such fortitude is often rare But all alone late at night, I sink into despair. The child will not let me sleep. She needs the comfort of her mother. I've searched a lifetime...

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An Escarpment of memories Distilled into form Congealed to moisture Before the storm. I visit vagaries of such places where measuring worlds Or matching faces Upon that inward surface Of a glassy eye, May bring one tears to cry. I try to keep them from escaping I cannot be their jailer, I stand without an argument, A broken...

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I looked at bright blue patches of sky, hovering over fog tinted mountains I thought, this feels like home I was captured in spacial time of peace Put the house, the dwelling aside The mountains are my home! Heidi Sands 1/10/25 (C)opyright ...

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So, the glistening aim noticeably passes by, So, the dangerous motion formidably goes by, So, the unknown one remains unknown for the time being, So, one is ahead of the petty singing. The one and only is good-natured and well-behaved, He is favoured and well-blessed. Though the great Guide is sacrificed, done and dusted, The honest being is fit, fine, and...

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The intellect craves but stops ...

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dawn’s stillness early lightfall at my feet my body aches I slip out of bed I shiver the angels have fallen a part of me has died a part of me is gone left with realization my love I’ll never see her again my love left with realization a part of me is gone a part of me has died the angels have fallen I shiver I slip out of bed my body aches at...

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