Unflawed Poems | Examples

The Man Beneath

The mask I wear, a crafted porcelain guise, 
Hides uncharted depths behind these shadowed eyes. 
 
You glimpse the surface—an actor’s polished play— 
But the soul beneath? He walks a world astray. 
 
These laughter lines, etched scripts of light and cheer, 
Conceal the wars I've waged, the silent fear. 
 
My casual stride, a dance of practiced ease, 
Cloaks ancient burdens, whispered on the breeze. 
 
The tales I weave—a tapestry ornate— 
Thread vivid joys, yet darker truths await. 
 
Each word I speak, wrapped firm in bold disguise, 
Veils restless doubts, unvoiced beneath the skies. 
 
I long to strip this mask and let you peer 
Into the fractured core, the flaws sincere. 
 
Yet fear of scorn—a binding, spectral chain— 
Keeps truths submerged in quiet, unseen rain. 
 
Perhaps one day, in courage, I’ll reveal 
The man unmasked—the wounds that time won’t heal. 
 
Expose the jagged pieces—light and night— 
And hope you’ll see a soul, both fierce and slight. 
 
Until that hour, this visage I’ll sustain, 
A nameless shadow, hiding depth and pain. 
 
But know, beyond this painted, bright façade, 
Dwells more than meets the eye—a soul unflawed.

As the third person BIO

A scientist once took to the skies,
With aerospace dreams and questioning whys.
He'd listen intently, a thoughtful façade,
Then go his own way—decisions, unflawed.

"Don’t argue!" he'd say, with wisdom so spry,
Yet soon he'd be caught in a passionate reply.
Papers unwritten, his ideas took flight,
But work clipped his wings before he could write.

He painted once, under a teacher’s gaze,
Brushed fleeting moments, like love’s passing phase.
Hearts he would chase with romantic embrace,
But Cupid, it seemed, had a brisker pace.

He speaks of greatness, of lessons profound,
Then segues to laundry and chores all around.
A couch-bound dreamer with active intent,
Age is the anchor; his will's not spent.

An inspiration wrapped in quirks and delight,
A tale of ambition, humor, and light.
Through all of his whims, one truth is clear:
Life's vibrant spark shines in him, year to year.

The Saint Missionary

She came from remote Albania to Calcutta all the way
as a young Catholic nun to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to be a benign missionary of God.

Overcame ups and downs in pious path for herself she set,
besieged by the agony of the sick and the destitute she met,
the self-less soul heard the compassionate decree of divinity, 
and home she brought them to the Missionaries of Charity.

Decades ago she made alone her singular humane journey,
absorbed in fountain of joy the tears of the indigent and needy.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could surmise,
she received the Magsaysay and also the Nobel Peace Prize.

The benevolent soul got beatified and she was canonized,
caring universal mother entered the sanctum of sainthood sanctified,
for, to the world of the deprived she belonged divinely enticed,  
and found a blessed place in the heart of Jesus Christ.

Scared to go to grandma funeral

While the tree on Allen street stand tall 
It suddenly remind me of you and the glory of god 
Sadly when the seasons change the leaves may fall 
But the tree  still remain  because the roots where unflawed

The truth is grandma 
You are my heart 
With no permission I climbed that tree branch by branch 
That same tree created switches for my discipline 

You are the soil that created generations ahead 
You are the faith of a mustard seed I’m puzzled 
Like the book in your hands 

I understand god is in charge 
So I pray like Joseph & Moses 
My favorite story  is Noah’s ark 

We don’t notice as our tears flowing down the river 
Flowers blossom and trees are growing bigger 
We owe god redemption 
Ms Connie Wallace is the definition 
Of loving someone with no conditions

Mooned

He put his hand on my butt, at my age
Maybe I should have mooned him full of rage
'Twould be nothing like the act, he'd set stage
The eclipsed moon awed, let me give applaud
Spiritual thing broad, now staring unflawed
The eclipse was beautiful that long night
Years ago, when Luna flower bloomed white
As observed from my small place near the bight
Sad state of affairs, when man touched backstairs
With Him pain she shares, looks at moon upstairs
Hand on my behind at my old, old age
Left me distressed and somewhat confused, awed
Years pass, I don't cry during the dark night
Time has healed; talking with the Man upstairs

The Beautiful In Her

From the ends of her hair to
The tips of her toes she is
Beautiful before my sight
Everything of her speaks of 
Beautiful
It's something about the way
She  moves  Rhythm the very
Sight of her causes tears in
Every eye
Most magnificent Beautiful 
Being no comparison can not
Be measured the Beautiful 
Within starlit moon strokes
Astronomical not a mere 
Human being but a Goddess
She is beautiful such as every 
Rose blooming she is the calm
beautiful as Priceless gems like Emeralds 
And rubies and precious 
Diamonds unflawed connoisseur 
Of beautiful Extraordinaire.
A soothing portrait stunning 
Beautiful in all ways known to
Man perfect rose
Beautiful as the rising sun
Beautiful

Clumsily

Risky unflawed breathing flawed by your touch,
you hit like an endless electric shock;
I try to evade not hang on too much,
each exit I am met with a roadblock;
Feet in the air a game of double dutch 
my pulse in my throat with all the sweet talk;
Suddenly I fall your hands land on me;
Smiling heart spills on the floor clumsily.

The Christmas Gift

She opened her gifts on Christmas morn
Beneath the paper, a gift she’d scorn
Lacey Panties unflawed
She thought, "what a tightwad!"
Panties in a wad since they’d been worn!






A Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
November 27, 2022

Follow Christ

This year apart from celebration
Why not aim for eternal jubilation
A life with Christ after salvation

Make a resolve to read Bible every day
Understand what it wishes to convey
Practice same for joyous doomsday

Gracious Lord came down to earth
As of goodness there was dearth
Wanted to bestow all a life of mirth

Every line of Bible, it's preaching
A perfect way of life it is teaching
If followed gives bliss far-reaching

Don't just say happy birthday to God
Understand your actions that are flawed
Practice scriptures lead life unflawed

That's the best gift you can give to Him
Your suffering it will dim, joy will brim
Effortlessly through life you'll swim

Crown Prince

Jesus, the Christ, meek and lowly, came to earth
representing truth, He proved that He is God. 
Holy, Holy, Holy, heaven praised our Savior's birth.

The trip was long, Mary’s patience was unflawed.
“Fear not, I bring you joy," the angel kept pace;
God's words, God's actions, God's will we can applaud. 

Bethlehem, City of David, was the place,
bold start to conquer evil forevermore.
By faith one day we will see Christ face to face.

In love a crown of thorns our Redeemer wore.
with grace He faced the cross, forgave our offense.
Though His was short, eternal life is in store.

Sacred hope is sure, He will return and hence
Jesus will reign, Lord of Lords, as God’s Crown Prince.

Mother Teresa

Mary Teresa from remote Albania all the way
came as a young girl to India to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to become a benign missionary of God.

Home she brought the sick and the destitute,
who got new lives under her divine care absolute.
For human service her kind heart did whatever it could
as Mother Teresa before entering the sanctum of sainthood. 

December 22, 2020
Contest : Clerihew
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh

Absolute

She is,
yes, she is beautiful.

Could I paint the picture then you’d see this is true,

Her face is like grace when she’s dancing with youth,
and a smile so stunning as to silence a room.

Skin alike cream, so white and so smooth.
With the beautiful unique of an arm kissed by rouge.

A porcelain masterpiece cannot help but be jealous,
when this feature unflawed is there most wanted wish.

Inset by two eyes bringing depth to the blessed,
like a storm cloud in summer complementing the rest.

It’s a green touched by smoke, some of my favorite things,
then to top it all off when she moves is to sing.

Could you see what I’m saying by these statements I have made,
then the world may be better.

Such a beautiful place.

Miss Boo

She likes flowers. She likes galleries and art.  She likes bookstores and museums, and walks in the park.  She’s enticingly odd, her countenance unflawed, I’m ooohed and I’m awed.  I gotta tell ya – she is one cool broad.

Watching a Spider Web

The risen sun invisible
Covered by clouds of gray
A spider web made visible
By wet particles this day

Its delicate intricate shape
Coated by tiny drops
Flowing on variable breeze
Like summer's rotation crops

First the droplets of fog flow east
Then they flow from the west
Then they fall downward to the ground
Or upon the porch's guest 

Then the spider web gently flutters
Like a flag upon a pole
Stretched taunt to a near breaking point
Seemingly filled with holes

Breezes in opposing ripples
Push the web to the brink
Upon those breezes light moisture
Caught, the web doesn't sink

A human touches the web and sticks
Pulls away, the web folds
Waterdroplets lined up like beads
Upon a necklace of gold__

God's design is perfect unflawed
Mankind can choose his part
Which way will his choices lead
Will man use head or heart

The poem could stand with leaving the last stanza off but I am leaving it
even if it means disqualification..Three lines too many..

Ikmoch

As love embedded itself in Cifolta’s heart,
vengeance burned a hole in Jiralam’s.
She only saw his unflawed face
and sculpted body,
a well-baked, rakish dish,
plying her with wiles,
oozing with winning wooings

But her senses were bedazzled
by his chameleon charm,
and as his impeccable, impossible pulchritude 
blended with her own,
and desirous sighs escaped their satiated lips,
Jiralam seized the amulet dangling
from his damp chest and
hurled it from the bed,
dashing the magic,
reverting, revealing
a bloated blob of malformed features

“You who shunned Ikmoch and embraced Jiralam,
know that I am he!
You who lorded your love aloofly,
taunting a lowly, lonely, homely man,
now share his bed and body!
Behold the naked truth, Cifolta,
and weep with shock and shame!”

And Cifolta clasped her own bright amulet
and cast it free from her breast,
shedding her gorgeous guise,
and a misshapen clump lay beneath Ikmoch,
her fleshy mess meshing with his own
as laughter wracked their wrinkles

And having much in common,
the lovers soon were wed,
and made many pretty children,
who bore no resemblance to their parents

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