#perfection poems on Hello Poetry

Caitlin Feb 2018

The blanket does not hold a child,
But a matured pattern
Of further possibilities.
It’s wool worn, patched,
Ripples and changes.

Now the blanket blows out the stars,
The wind rushes to echo,
To send a shiver of laughter.
Each fiber breathes, shimmers,
Catching the loose sound.

Fresh dew fills the blankets warm hair,
So blonde it shines through water,
To reflect lights scattered above.
Laughter shatters, fractures,
Skipping to the sky,

#childhood #memories #perfection #laughter #happiness #indifference

George Krokos Nov 2010

Full Circle

I wonder what it takes to go full circle
and find my way back home to You?
Although I might be as slow as a turtle
Your love will guide me when I am true.

I’ll finish up then as I began being a child of Yours
having knocked on so many of life’s secret doors.
But even though I have yet to find all the right answers
at this stage of my life there have been some advances.

My feelings towards You now seem to have changed
but this shouldn’t be a reason for us to feel estranged.
Love’s the universal magnet that draws everything close together
we shouldn’t mind too much if we pass through stormy weather.

In a world of constant change there are many upheavals
but love often does get stronger when there’s a retrieval.
It’s something of a realisation by which we come to know
that as love completes a full circle perfection it will show.

How long will it take to go full circle
to find my way back home with You?
It seems I'm just as slow as a turtle
But is Love guiding me and am I true?
_______

Private Collection - written in 1998. Updated 20/2/18 and by adding 5th verse. Updated 31/10/22 by changing last line to ask a question.

#full #circle #love #guiding #change #weather #perfection #answers #secret #doors

Sasha Ranganath Feb 2018

someone on my mind

I have never had a valentine.
Yes, I had that one guy, that one time
But to him, it was just a
A valenti---- don't really love you kinda love.
A valenti---- wish it wasn't you kinda love.
And to me, it was a
Valenti---- really don't think I'm straight kinda love.
Valenti---- am SO uncomfortable, get me outta here kinda love.

I have never had a valentine,
Yes, I had that one girl, that one time,
But we were miles away from each other.
4,483 to be exact.
With her I felt great
For a while
Like a candle
At the end of its life
You can see the waltzing flame meet the quiet of night
Midnight
Should I stay up kinda night
Skype call kinda night
I love you but... I gotta go... kinda night.

I have never had a Valentine
And it's not because he didn't care enough
Or she wasn't close enough.
I've never had a Valentine because I'm either too much or just not enough
I'm insecure, so insecure of the way I talk, the way I walk, the way these two strands of hair stick out, the way this one tooth just doesn't stay in line, the child inside me made entirely of antidepressants and fries, the truths, the lies, the incessant goodbyes.
I've never had a Valentine and I'm lonely
As hell
I'm so lonely I'll fall in love before you blink,
I'll pick you up when you're standing still,
I'll spin you around like I finally made up my mind to do the laundry
I'll kiss you good morning and I'll kiss you goodnight
Tonight
Tomorrow
Maybe forever.
You see this
is my problem.
This passion
This raging forest fire of emotions
This racing broken heart of haunted suspicions.
You aren't perfection
You're my perfection.
In my dictionary, your name is scrawled into the definition of every positive adjective, every beautiful noun, everything that's not a frown.

You see when I imagine my valentine, I see stars in the sky
As cliché as that sounds, I see stars in the sky and her nose perfectly aligning with the moonlight,
Her eyes slightly unsure whether to meet mine
Her lips lightly quivering with her gaze falling on mine
Her fingers slowly inching up to the tips of mine
Her smile faintly turning into a garden of lullabies
The place I go to mourn my goodbyes and watch the sun rise.
When I think of my Valentine,
I hear her laugh turning into a snort, laughing even louder, her cheeks turning red, tears in her eyes.
And I laugh along, falling in love with every crinkle by her eyes, just hoping she's not dying inside.
Just hoping she's not just pretending to love me tonight. Praying she believes we're more than just alright.

I've never had a Valentine,
But I'm hoping
I'm really ******* hoping
Somewhere in this crowd
I might have changed your mind.

#valentine #mind #love #gay #queer #crowd #heart #broken #dying #perfection

Cana Feb 2018

As I sit.

here I sit
Under thatched gazebo.
Gin, Tonic and Marlboro to keep me company.
The warm air broken by cool breezes blowing off the Bahamian sea.
The sweet smell of bug spray permeating the otherwise pristine natural beauty.
It adds to the charm, like sun cream stinks of beach days.
Gently the sea makes out with the shore below me. I’d feel like I was intruding had it been any other.
Peace pervades.
All woes and doubt settle into my feet.
A far cry from where they stir unwanted feelings in my belly and heart.
I could sit here all night.
I think I will.

I could only wish to one day be able to capture the feeling I have right now of utter calm. I have to rely heavily on your imagination here as there aren’t enough words to describe perception.

#perfection #nighttime #dockside #peace #happy

Brianna Duffin Feb 2018

Delicate

A true lady of mid-twentieth century perfection,
Everything about her is prim and proper:
Her soft skirt, baby blue and fresh from tea,
Her pristine blouse, white lace and tickling the neck,
Hands folded in her lap and angled to heaven.
No one would know.
She isn’t fresh from tea with Mother and Grandmother
She’s fresh from playing fast and loose
With three dead men.
She is perfection for a young lady
And ideal for a murderer
Because you’d never know what lies beneath what you see.

This poem appears as part of a collection. Read it in full here: https://medium.com/@briannarduffin/characters-we-see-a0197b3aee01

#delicate #killer #girl #perfection

Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018

Unsatisfied

This is the part where I close my eyes,
And pretend that I do not exist,
But I still hear doubts in my head,
I can feel my stomach start to twist.

I'm waiting, wishing, listening close,
For an answer, nobody is there,
Instead the silence screams away,
Reassuring me the world doesn't care.

I am only an insignificant speck,
Nothing more than blood and skin,
It's useless to waste anymore time,
Hoping for something better to begin.

Everybody is able to make the choice,
To live their life right or wrong,
The consequences that follow,
Either break us apart or make us strong.

There's so many paths to choose,
Roads winding in every direction,
Everyone else is well on their way,
I'm stuck back at the intersection.

I'm surrounded by high expectations,
I can't ever get away,
There's few places I can go and hide,
Where they can't catch up for a day.

I aim to be the person you need, but
I also want to stay true to myself,
The greater the height you try to set me,
The further I'll fall from your shelf.

You keep pushing for perfection,
I can't change who I am inside,
I could work my hardest to please you,
But neither of us will be satisfied.

Written on 8/2/11
To my mother but really could be about anything. Constructive criticism is always helpful.

#sad #dark #unhappy #unsatisfied #change #perfection #true #expectations #life

Sam Kauffmann Jan 2018

"Katherine"

The moment was brief
I don't even know
If it registered
In your mind
But I fell for you
And I'll never get up
Because I don't want to
I want to stay here
Face to the ground
Hearing the heartbeat
Of the Earth
As you breathe
Deeply, slowly
I want to sense you
Above me
As you always have been
I want the colors
Of the sky at sunset
To paint a portrait
Of you
But the portrait
Would be an insult
To who you really are
A shallow rendition
Of how you really feel
And all you can do
I want to shower you
With diamonds and pearls
Chocolates and kisses
But I’m not the one for you
You’ll end up with
The quarterback
And I’ll end up with
Myself
Once again

I ran into Katherine today and I can't get her out of my head. Am I broken?

#perfection

Glennys Ross Jan 2018

Hate

I just want to go away
To leave this place and fly away
But if I did, I would never see you
And that’s a greater torture than I’m going through

I hate the skin I live in
Why can’t I be pretty and thin?
Anorexic like the other girls
With bright blonde hair and pretty curls

Beautiful with doll like eyes
You’d never think one of them cries
But even behind that lovely mask
There’s a pain that within they bask

I know the pain that they feel
And I understand it’s very real
The pain they feel is called self-hate
And I live with it every day

#selfhate #perfection

Tanisha Jackland Jan 2018

Observer Effect

Watch me
See how
graceful I am
I make no mistakes
under your watchful eye
I am gilded perfection

just me and my righteousness
righting all the wrongs
while you watch
Me and the right moves

just don't take your
eyes off of me
or I become part of this massive
presence in the cosmos
doing soulfully wanton
and naughty things
shed light on me
and I become this
perfect
little
freak

We all pretend to have it together when someone is watching.

#pretend #perfection #observer #effect #phenomenon