Short Perfectionist Poems
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Pleasing Self
Haiku: Miracle Man
5/16/2023
One of my big flaws
A perfectionist I am
always hard to please
He is quite the constant hygienist
a licking perfectionist
shows agility with flair
back leg up in the air
my cat the self cleaning contortionist
If her prayers were not perfect, Aunt Jen
would repeat them again and again.
Christmas cravings on hold
and our food growing cold,
we were dying to get to “Amen.”
Many were his fans
This sixties danger man
The prisoner,of his classic cult-
Director,writer and star part,
His moral stand sets him apart
Tribute to Patrick McGoohan 1928-2009,actor,poet,writer
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
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.
mother was a stranger father
monstrous demon
metabolised
my tooth hurt meadows red
mysterious youth beckons
softly
no one is perfect
nothing is perfect
perfectionist is a neurotic
lost in his dark cul de sac
Form:
Let's see. It's someone who
on a successful day,
frets over a second of failure or two.
A pessimist, others may say.
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Date: 20 / 01 / 2017
the perfectionist
between he who does nothing
selective thoughts
Everything's Perfect!
The Perfect Family
The Perfect Home
The Perfect Job
The Perfect Life
Practically Perfect,
In Every Way
It has to be Perfect!
I'm a Perfectionist
The Perfect Storm
Perfection is a Myth
Nobody's Perfect
Life is Perfect Chaos
If I were a perfectionist
As you have so named me
I’d fix all of your bad habits
And your tendency towards stress
And your inability to be carefree
And your unhealthy need to please
And the way I let you down
But I wouldn’t change a thing
Because you’re you
And that’s just perfect
Form:
i don't
know
how
to
die
but
little
deaths
take my
breath
away
once
in awhile
releasing
me to at
least
smile
and know
that i know
how but it's
said that
practice
makes
perfect
i hope
to try
learning
never to
be since
i've never
been a
perfectionist
Form:
Beauty is a matter of perception,
And we lack the visual empathy to truly distinguish how
It cleaves those who failed to be perfection
In the eyes of beauty,
Equated to perfection and its perfectionist
I say a masterpiece is worth
More when it’s flawed,
Flawed as is the word when, it’s flawless.
My mother was a perfectionist.
A seamstress who made all of our clothes
She would look at a dress in a window
Run home and make it but prettier.
I did not have a store-bought dress until I married.
It cost $19.99 and I was askance!
How dare they ask that much!
My husband had to send me back to buy it.
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
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Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship
Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display.
If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list
My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies
My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist
Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts
For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12
Piano is something I've come to enjoy.
Always wanting to play is good.
Sometimes I get frustrated.
Sometimes I have pleasure in it.
I'm a perfectionist.
One mistake and it ruins me.
No matter how good people say I am.
A person like me will never take it.
Trying so hard can become annoying, but
Every time I play theres no stopping me.
Fusion is also a genre in folklore.
I am a perfectionist. You may address me there.
Father in bad habits, brothers in curtain in carts
Outside chores are somewhere, in outside doors.
And I will tell you
I will end you in here and now.
Hundred times more
Before your MS-DOS "Chronoskimmer" finds me in Gloria Anzaldúa
ever again.
A Perfectionist sees where Perfection is not,
Often not seeing what they had ought.
For the word Perfect means a great lot
So stop being Perfect, accept it, you’re not.
And don’t expect others to give Perfection a shot
Because being Perfect cannot be taught.
So do away with Perfection don’t give it a thought,
And why not be happy with what you have got?
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
Form:
It's funny how I speak in rhyme when writing a sonnet,
and hours after I think it's finished; I edit another line.
A perfectionist, I am not, but I blend oils repeatedly
until I've married a golden sunset to a silver moonrise.
In the elements of artistry, I am content and satisfied.
April 1, 2022
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She is a perfectibilan Paula said
I laughed so hard, I hurt my head
No one is more of a perfectionist than she
Probably why she can never find an appropriate he
I am not kidding, everything in her world is precise
Her kitchen and bathroom are immaculate, which is nice
But she’s as much a perfectibilan as anyone
A stickler for exactness from sundown to sun
In Between The Lines
To be discreet.
Some will understand me.
A time to write.
A time to drink.
Life with no boundaries.
Toil in the night.
Read in between the lines.
Love writing.
Always thinking.
Empty pages.
Poetry with coffee.
Document your own journey.
Own ideas.
No limits.
Ink on paper.
Many new titles to cover.
I’m a perfectionist.
With endless pages.
Sacrifice is a big word
Like I've done for the whole world
You can't call it love if you can't take the risk
But I take the risk because i'm perfectionist
Before, I'm so afraid to lose you
but now I can imagine my future without you
I'm so mad at you girl
So freaking mad !
I don't know how to escape this one
I'm like a coffee in 3 in 1.
I love you at your worst
But you don't love me at my worst.