Poems about perfect

Those soft lips
Those strong shoulders
Those beautiful blue eyes
That heart stopping smile
Your helping hands
Your never ending knowledge
I don't see
How you don't see
You are perfect.

I don't have the perfect teeth.
I hate my hair.
I don't have a thigh gap.
I always feel fat.
I don't have a clearface.
I have and never will feel properly loved.
I don't have perfect feet.
I always feel bad about being me.
I don't have the perfect body.
I hate myself in every way possible.
But there are some days when I do feel loved for who I am,
Then there are others when I wound up in bed,
Hoping to die,
Speaking Muffled in to my pillow,
Wishing for things but knowing they will never come true...

Using words so viscous there almost seen
Like a fist aimed at breakable things
Blows cushioned by anger
Trying to knock out your false words
I'm far from perfect
You accidentally hurt me
But the spitefulness in me makes me hurt you
You mean well
But I cut deep
You say you love me
But my anger makes those words numb
I lash out like whips with metal tips
Hoping to catch a grip of your skin
The sound of it ripping is refreshing
Now you know what I feel
I'm far from perfect
Un patient then most
I think about ways to hurt you the most
I always threaten you to leave
Then laugh like its a joke
Who's knows why you stay
If my imperfections was a salary
You'd get paid less then minimal wage
I'm a curtain that's already closed on a stage
I applaud you for staying in this scene so long
But all things must end

His laughter accompanies hers like harmonies you've never heard
Their hands fit together as if moulded to do so
Her eyes look into his with more love than he has ever seen

They're perfect for each other
Now if only I
Were she

- p. winter

The universe smiles when you wake up
The world gets jealous of you when you have no makeup
The stars shine brighter when you're around
And the birds sing when you make a sound

Flowers bloom in your presence
And you leave me speechless with every sentence
The rain pours down just to touch you
And you make grey skies turn to blue

Your beauty could make a blind man see again
And looking into your eyes is a godsend
An eternity isn't enough time to be with you
And like the moon I'll be there to brighten your night too

Because you're everything I could ever want
The one I'd always flaunt
The woman that will always be on my mind
So just know that I'll be yours till the end of time

If wishes could be measure,
Clem would have reign in wealth,
Before he had a date with death.
Poverty battled with him with all pleasure.
In the tribulation, all his gray eyes saw was a
Jubilating future.

In my clan, the death are kings,
Their testimony barely bear guilts,
Tales of that of dove and angelic.
In these imperfect world, they are made perfect and heroic.

That of clem wasn't different,
No hair suspected him of having a great for a kin,
Who in death embraced him to a golden casket, in italian suit, shoes and a cow killed.
His burial got what he never begged for in hundred fold
Hmm! A late beggar decorated more than a groom to a royal fold.

As all gathered round his six feet for a final bye,
The unprophecied happened, clem breath resurrected and all flee,
Even the priest, men, women and their kids.
Clem awoke into a dream,
Agitating against mankind and why array of
Fortune should perish with a beggar like him,
While there are countless beings escaping death each dawn in perpetual poverty.
Grief-stricken for his old him,
He rose, undertook his golden casket, sold it and became a king.

Fifty five I do die

Committing suicide on my birthday

Oh how I love poetry

And how I will die for her


My death will be bloody

Yet I will not tell you how

For this poet is devoted

Oh boy holy silver cow


By that time I will be a master

And not meaning a master baiter

For this is my art

From the very start


Worry not I always come back

If a young child again I be

I will tug at your sleeves

And you will know it is me


Sweet symmetry is me

With my perfect death

For I am that kind

And I follow my hero's


Always the last to die

For all wars I have survived

But I planned this my dear friends

In my hand I take my sweet good life


For my love of poetry is great

And I will not negate

That she did save me

And for her I do die


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I haven't felt the need to be perfect for you
Because i know
I'm perfect for the person i love
And they're perfect for me
So where's the need
For me to change
Only for you