"unperfect" poems
I look in the mirror
and see a wonderful girl
with big brown eyes and short brown hair
I smile, what a contagious smile
I can't help but smile even broader
I muster my body
I think of all the perfect thin models
and embrace myself out of joy for not looking like them
I love all my weird habits
as well as my beautiful
character traits
and I love the fact that I'm
completely unperfect.
I appreciate everything
my life offers for me,
I am grateful for every instant
I am able to enjoy my surroundings.
I have to admit
I have fallen
deeply in love
with myself.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
You are...
Yellow flowers in the spring and beautiful butterflies;
Sweet enchanting whispers and lullabies.
You are...
The volcano ready to burst and the violent storm coming;
Harsh feelings, stuck tears and angry words.
You are...
Inspiring, even though giving up has been an option some days;
Courageous, cause you love without restrictions;
Strong, you've fell and got up many times, bruised up, with broken parts;
Beautiful, while smiling you light up death stars and complete my heart;
Adorable, when you're telling a story and you can't stop laughing;
Kind, you're kind, very kind, and sometimes too much.
You are human, peanut.
You're unperfect.
You're you, and YOU is enough.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I believe in you, and so should you.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
There is nothing I can give to you that is not past or future.
When my both selves fight, they throw insults at each other like an unhappy couple.
“You are already gone!” the one says,
“You are never here” says the other.
And I sing then. I never let any note slip away into silence. Songs in which I’m a magician,
right before the grand finale,
the last vanishing act.
I close my eyes and slowly slice away layers of skin,
so I can become less and less,
so I can sail away on the river without an end,
it’s flow imposing my soul with the authoritative demand to move forward.
There is no river.
I am pitifully human so there is no alchemy that transforms loss into beauty.
Ihe things I have built, I built myself. Like this house of memories
with it’s sole window. The moon shines through it every night.
What an unperfect image,
what my heart endures everytime I reach out only to feel
solance turning into a hell-flamed sky.
The darkness is gone like I will be gone
like everything has gone forever.
There is also no house.
Only the pale waves of a grey-winter sea,
dualism of being and not-being
a perfect symmetry,
a beautiful fragile balance.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart,
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O’ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ,
To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
2k
My parents often ask me, why are you so stressed, why are you so depressed, . . . . . why are you so . . . crazy?
Here and now I am going to answer that question.
1. stress
The main reason I stress is from responsibility.
RESPONSIBILITY
The word makes me go insane
All of it causes pain.
Sibilings, five younger sibilings,
they all have their things.
they each have someting that either causes me a responsibilty or stress, because its a constant worry, love.
School, all eight classes,
you expect aces.
I can't be perfect, but you want me to be, and that is a huge responsibility.
Home, all of it,
every single bit.
A home requires everybody to have a responsibility.
2. deppresed
The main reason i am often sad, mad, or a mixture of both is that you wouldn't accept me.
NO ACCEPTENCE
To know that you would hate me,
stops me from being free.
Gender, i hate it,
why do we label ourselfs why dont we quit.
I just want to be free and ya'll dont like that, so i can't.
Sexuality, mine is different,
and you would accept it.
The world is different why cant you see that, why is different bad?
Religon, the worst of all,
the lectures make me feel so small.
You force and force and it makes me wat t be farther and farther away.
3. crazy
I am crazy because you dont care.
OBLIVION
You can't see me trying so hard,
the only things you see tears me apart.
I am trying, cant you see,
being perect for you is always who i've been tring to be.
Don't you see me working, all the time, trying to please all of ya'll.
Perfection, its impossible,
nothing can be perfectly aligned on the table.
Why do I have to be your perfect christain daughter who does so well in school while I am unhappy? Why can't I be your unperfect person that follows their dreams and is happy?
- Your unperfect human, Zan.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
he called me "awesome" instead of "perfect"
and that means a lot to someone like me
because being me I know a lot about the word "perfect" and how much
I am
the opposite of that word
it means a lot for a charming boy to recognize
I am not perfect and instead to deem me worthy of a word that I can actually own up to
but alas I do not
I brush these small compliments aside
just as I brushed him aside
probably because I am
too aware of how unperfect I am
too aware of how unstable I am
too unstable to let this charming boy
become a part of my life
this being one of my most unperfect flaws
not being able to let someone as "perfect"
as him become a part of my
perfectly unperfect life
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
you don't have to be the most beautiful girl,
to prove that you fit in,
you don't have to be conscious of your belly or your big *** arms,
you don't have to cut your hair for a reason that inlvoves him,
you don't have to have all the things in the world,
you don't need all that makeup for your acne or unperfect skin,
you don't have to shave your hairy arms and legs just because society thinks it's gross,
i think it's beautiful it shows us how much unique we are,
you don't have to hide your legs because you think it's big,
you don't have to be ashame about your stretch marks,
or your uneven skin tone,
you don't have to worry about what other thinks about you,
you are not pretty but you're are beautiful,
inside and out,
you are smart,
you are amazing,
brilliant,
wise,
gorgeous,
you are everything that you chose to be.
never let one thing ruin your life,
be the one who chose to walk on the path that ***** wants,
be the one who is incredibly different,
flaunt yourself,
it's your personalized flag that is limited edition and will never be stolen by any other creature in this world.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
he might not always be faithful,
he might not always tell the truth
but in my heart he's amazing
or it might just be my immature youth
he might not always be trustworthy,
he might not always keep it in his pants
but to me, he's truely perfect for me
he makes me so happy, i just want to dance
he might not always be the sweetest,
he might not always see the bright side
but in my eyes he sparkles in amazement,
and his body would make any girl faint and die
he might not always be the smartest,
he might not always seem like he cares
but the way he holds me in his arms
makes my love for him go up in flares
he might not always like what i do,
he might not always see my point of view
but hes so irresistable and his body, tempting
the only thing on my mind is you!
you might not always be the perfect person,
and you have earned my respect
and wether you love me back or not
i love that your prefectly unperfect
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
Progress leaps, amid lulls, for three wed muses:
Innovation, imitation, contest
Imagine, visitor, a vast room full of bits of straight string—
People stand all around, some scratch their heads, none moves,
Until our brave hero approaches slowly one little length,
Gives her a twist, and voila!
A circle.
A room full of straight strings, and one circle.
Seeing, some other soul thinks, *aye! Crass,
Wrong, how unperfect!*
Makes a circle too, from another pair of ends—
Look, look! He cries, much better!
On and on likewise, go men and strings,
Til not a single straight string remains,
Only circles, and men
Scratching heads, in none the foggiest idea
What’s to be done with a room full of circles.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
I look into your eyes
I see what try to you hide.
I'm not your demise.
I want to love you!
To see everything inside.
I'm far from perfect,
I'm perfectly unperfect.
I don't try to deny who I am,
I want you to realize
Don't be scared
Don't back down.
If you don't put your heart out there,
It'll never be found
And I slowly turn from the mirror....
Rachel Scott
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
fairy-tales, i blame my UN-satisfaction on fairy-tales
bright fancy color mixed with glitter dust and smiles hiding behind innocence was the perfect idea of exsistance engraved on my child like mind ensuring i will always strive for that level of perfection and when unattained i will turn on myself in viciousness known only by cannibalist
who is to say in this world filled with endless illusion and unrealistic drama that the life i lead is unperfect and not as good as it will ever get
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
We make many decisions in this life,
Such an unperfect world we live in today,
Depending on what we value, at the moment,
Our plans can be rearranged, at any time, on any day.
Our schedule will often be altered,
As we approach new cross roads , unplanned obstacles,
Can suddenly, block our way.
We learn with time and age, that in this life greed, often changes,
Our ideas of values and needs, sometimes we have to let free,
Our ego, beliefs, so a more positive future, our eyes will see.
Certain dreams we vision as foolproof,
As our thoughts led us to believe,
Will change to past memories, out of our control,
We have no choice, but to let them be.
Our deepest feelings and emotions, we can reminisce
The what ifs and whys, as we journey through years,
With vital information that we lack,
All we can do is sit back, as we wipe another tear.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 02/04/2022 AD 11:52 pm
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Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 1:07 AM UTC
i want to write
i want to fill this empty page with brilliant words
i want to blow people away with my witty metaphors and symbolism
but i cant seem to get it out
trust me I have so much to say
too many thoughts
too many unfinished poems
just sitting,
unpolished,
unperfect,
unacceptable,
it's either too wordy or not wordy enough,
too meticulous or not meticulous enough,
doesn't rhyme at all or doesn't rhyme the way i want it to
i want to be good like all the others i see on here
but i just cant seem to measure up
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 10:38 PM UTC
My dream guy
Isn't buff
Nor perfect
My dream guy
Can be a little scrawny
And be perfectly unperfect
My dream guy
Can be a little weird
I won't mind
My dream guy
Can be a little broken
I am too
We can help fix each other
My dream guy
Can be uniquely handsome
I like 'em that way anyway
My dream guy...
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
We are unperfect
We always make mistakes
We are destined to be this way
She/He is the one
The one that loves you
Try harder
And love will bloom eternally.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
Writing this poem,
alone in my bed,
thinking about tomorrow
and what I'm going to wear.
You probably think I'm crazy,
and out of my mind,
but I have a good reason,
'cause I'm in deep love.
I know I am,I'm totally sure ,
my heartbeat tells me that,
when my eyes make a contact
with his glory chocolate ones.
His lips,so perfectly unperfect,
his strong arms and tan legs,
his stomach muscules and beautiful hair,
for a no reason make me glare.
When he's in front of me,
I don't need the world,
I just need his warm hug,
and his sweet words.
He is sweet,fit and tall,
no he's not a fatty boy.
Hey athletic one,yes,you,you,
would you like a perfect glue,
that wil make us two stick with,
and never ever fall apart?
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Humans are so complicated
Sometimes they said love is not enough
Then what?
That piece of papers they called money
That transparent rocks they called diamonds
That unperfect ideology of things
And then when everything is broken,
At the end they said all their need is love.
Humans are so complicated
I just wanna be a dog
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
this poem is about Me
Me me me
Me with a gun on my tongue
Me and my g.o.o.o.o.o.o.lden bullets
aimed at ... ?
Me, blowing bubbles in my mind
not caring what the plan is
Me, imperfect
Unperfect me
me as Myself incarnate
Renaissanced
rising from a shell
Thoughts
creeping up the bone
Me me me
my meat
Meeting at the gap
me alone
Acceptance
sitting on the ridge of my nose
so far removed
from rejection
Who is the warmth of the past?
It's me
The mist of the unknown
Me
Spilling forgiveness like liquor
bridging
across the ridges
here's me
Unhinged - again
Unabridged
Spilt
not spent
Splitting my way through
the covers
falling through space
what dimension?
Spilling back
into myself
Introspect.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
highly he sits on his pure white stallion, blameless and truthful, or so he portrays himself to be.
he thinks himself to be the one the words are directed at, but he dare point the finger at himself, he thinks himself to be to perfectly unperfect that he could ever do such a thing
he asks of me such little things not knowing they stand on mountains
I dare not speak of her to him, he jumps quickly from his royal perch and rains his thunder down on my back
oh how you think you own the world dearly beloved, so gallop away on your mule and grab your sensitive precious princess and run away to your little Kingdom where you have no rule apon me!
-m
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC