Short Perfectness Poems
Short Perfectness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Perfectness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Perfectness by length and keyword.
Am's wishes touch
unable to say proper
Perfectness flies on
Gift me of your perfectness
Be my cloud of tenderness
Arrest me in thy loveliness
Your words my heart caress
Be my vision to aspire
Be my passion, of desire
Let your soul my sentence be
Your love my ink, be ever free
Thier is a place of perfect rest
and that is where I long to be.
Thier is a place of perfectness
where I do know JESUS dwells.
Thier is a place of perfect light
and someday I know I'll see.
Tjier is a place of perfect rest
and someday I know I'll be.
You have the gift of perfectness,
No matter your mood simple sentences can become powerful poetry,
Never ever failing to make me smile,
Forever and ever in my head,
I cannot stay angry at you for my heart shall not allow it.
You are on my mind 24/7,
But you are amazing 25/8.
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Form:
babies breath so smells
positive of lavender
and ivory snow
a gentle mix of
perfectness liken wet new
sweet birth puppies whelps
new the naissance
so flesher than minted heirs
new birth linen fresh
9/12/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
I have nothing to write
Nothing to say
Can't describe the perfectness of him
Can't make my love into words
Not able to describe the passion between us
The love is too strong
It's too hard to write it down
Hopeless to say how easily you make me smile
How specail you make me feel
To tell the truth
There is nothing strong enough to describe how much I love you
Form:
If you care about perfectness
You will feel nothing is perfect
You may end up with a pessimist
And always feel bad
If you don't care about it at all
Everything seems to be Perfect
You are spontaneously an optimist
And quite often feel glad
The truth is often not so satisfied
Perfectness appears likely in the ends
It is either your beginning of life
Or unfortunately, you are already dead
He did not mean to be cocky
He did not mean to know everything
He was an Adonis, he was Zeus, he was Mighty Mouse,
He was twenty
She did not mean to be self-assured
She did not mean to be the utmost
She did not mean to be Wonder Woman or a Goddess
But she could not help herself, she was twenty
The perfect age to show your stuff
To know your stuff
To blow your stuff
The age of perfectness, twenty.
I look back and smile at it.
I am the love artist
I want to draw your heart with care
I want to make you bleed with love
I want to make you cry with happiness
I want to make you shine with a smile
I want you to flourish like a rose
I want you to glow like the moon
I want you to be the myth that you are
You are more than an angel
Angels envy your kindness
You are more than a mermaid
Mermaids envy your beauty
You are more than a human
Humans envy your perfectness
I... Envy myself for having you