Imperfect Poems

Imperfect poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of imperfect poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on imperfect are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Perfectly Imperfect!

Perfectly Imperfect! short poem

I am not perfect and nor are you, I have fallen and so have you, I have made my mistakes and so have you. I have my weaknesses and so do you. You may not have had the same experiences

Imperfect Present

Imperfect Present short poem

Priests of cave temple go to sleep. Street urchins drink the thinner, eat nail polish, crushed lizard for a kick and then go without food for three days. The valley burns. Of what consequence? Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed

Imperfect Day

Imperfect Day long poem

Roses are red Violets are blue My day wasn’t perfect And neither were you I fell to the ground I scraped my knee I dropped my books I caught my headphones I missed the bus My phone died I bombed

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Beyond Change

Beyond Change short poem

It slides stealthily in you, the fear shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing sound across the black wall, I hate you, I hate you. He was crying and shouting. Why

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No I won’t!

No I won’t! short poem

I refuse to inherit cruel conditioning I will breathe my own bizarre air Call me a rebel if you wish I don’t deny, nor do I care Bare feet on filthy roads A brutal smile to each stranger I refuse

Will I See You Flying?

Will I See You Flying? short poem

She lived like a gush of wind And looked like breeze in trance Her thoughts freely bounced on paper In an awesomely imperfect dance She loved and sang and smiled to the sky Dived in dreams without asking why Her

Nothing Is Impossible

Nothing Is Impossible short poem

Warming the heart Of someone so cold By kissing deadly lips Letting the truth unfold Lifting the soul Of someone who’s down By loving their personality And always being around Changing the ways Of someone unchangeable By letting them stay

My Life Is Leif

My Life Is Leif short poem

About days, when heart is alone.. Familiar faces but the soul is unknown.. The voice is unheard, Albeit it is loud, since I thronged by an extensive crowd.. About days, when home is Abode Moments are time and path is

Tenants

Tenants short poem

Vast are the tenants within each their own heart What hold lays within infants permanent wail The true occupant of earned tenure Such early tendrils of wisp cling so dear May these imperfect ears answer such pure cries Extend welcome

Cattle To The Slaughter

Cattle To The Slaughter short poem

Full to the burst, then some more; mass tending to infinity, space shrunk to a bore. Milked by human greed, coerced by animal need; bodies cursed, souls crushed, cattle to the daily slaughter. Past imperfect, future tense, Tomorrow = yesterday;

Ubiquitous Being

Ubiquitous Being short poem

I look at a slice of sky and weather from the window of my sick room tethered to the bed by depression. Time has come. Somebody will lay me open. Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind where

Apple

Apple short poem

People are like apples picked from a tree, The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first, but that makes them bitter and unripe. The bruised and dented are picked last, but that makes them sweet and delicious. But beauty

Another Name

Another Name short poem

When postponed, death had no meaning. It was lying in ambush. Journey was imperfect without a termination. Behind the dust was another desire. Another thumb on the trigger starts shooting through the bubble of moon. Every bone springs to jump

Passing By

Passing By short poem

Do you pass like this every day? Through the shallow woods, With your eyes downcast Lost in the intensity of your thoughts, Left to the integrity of their present. Do you realize that when you pass like this, Unperturbed by

About Love….

About Love.... long poem

Love is neither optional, nor happens by choice. It just happens, you either accept or deny, Love can be at first sight or start at a goodbye plight, Feelings arise, touching the skies, A choice to act on them or

Why?

Why? prose poem

Why do we suffer? What’s the point? People are born with terrible conditions, live lives of torment and pain. Die painful horrible deaths. Why? Why would a God created such conditions? To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think. Wouldn’t

Tale Of Two Waters

Tale Of Two Waters short poem

A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?

Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Same

Same ode

People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are

Delusion

Delusion short poem

I dream of a walk of love, in unpleasant weather I dream of your presence, in moments of pain I dream of kindness and humility, done together I dream of acceptance for my harsh words I dream of sweet notes,

I Exist

I Exist short poem

With the aroma of the sea, submitting itself to the shades of mauve with my skin so wet , and my hair in mess wiping my lens ,to explore the horizon did it unleash my forgotten memories. Dragged in and

The Crooked Tree Poem

The Crooked Tree Poem short poem

Oh Lord Almighty!! as I stand here crippled I complain to thee!! for making me crooked I look around, everything’s so nice You have filled me with only vice!! All trees flowers birds and bees Oh I envy all of

My Father, My World!

My Father, My World! prose poem

Who am I, without the presence of my father? Who am I, without the support of my father? Who am I, without the mercy of my father? I am nothing, without the love of my father. All that I am,

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning short poem

God is waiting condensed within the church for the mosaic of belief to arrive. a mile away the minister is loosely holding the steering wheel of his aged sedan stunned by visions of dazzling supermarket aisles barking abundance and glittering

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata ballad

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

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Lost And Found

Lost And Found long poem

Yes, a soul it was Unscathed by the touches of emotion Yes, a soul it was At the nascent stage Of an emotional touch Days went by And the unblemished soul Had now streaks of various hues such as: A

When I Am Stranded

When I Am Stranded short poem

When I am stranded, Life’s road seems long, I look for Jesus, my helper He provides friends to encourage, And pray for me, My Saviour helps me giving me Grace to endure And His word to sustain me, Thank you,

My Mind Is A Place

My Mind Is A Place long poem

My mind is a place, and often I’m told Those who would venture are far more than bold Vast twisting caverns of darkness and light Thoughts in a jumble with no wrong or right Fear and disorder, perfection and truth

Paradox

Paradox short poem

I’ve been self reflecting, But my mirror is broken. I’m a paradox. The only thing I know about my self Is that I know nothing about myself at all. Or do I? Through my broken mirror, am I lying? Or

Sysiphus

Sysiphus prose poem

Since Sysiphus had been driven out of Hell, as a punishment for his rebellion, and since it was written on its entrances that he is a persona non grata – since that old time, Sysiphus is still carrying up his

Dad’s Message To Daughter

Dads Message To Daughter prose poem

Baby when you were born it was a pleasurable morn a baby was my only dream you came like a lovely gleam In your black eyes I got lost climate was cold with frost you looked like a beaming sun

Soufriere Hills, Montserrat

Soufriere Hills, Montserrat short poem

The clouds shuddered as if stuck you knew what would reach you would not be a gentle breeze as stupid and slow as you’d ever be looking for a barrier a shield managing to take one step back before ragdoll

The Fall Of Nod

The Fall Of Nod long poem

I watch storm clouds drag themselves over broken city skylines. Listen to their thundering hearts, beat the promise of the malign. The frigid touch of rain, falling from a million hollow eyes. I wait and wish for my demise. In

Walking Through The Sea

Walking Through The Sea short poem

When the antagonist speaks with oozing vileness, the glib atrocity is hard to grip. The obvious monstrousness lays unhidden and he walks through the hellish waters walks through a malicious sea. Gravitates towards the unfathomable depth, succumbs to the irresistible

Justice

Justice long poem

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the

Like The Sunflower

Like The Sunflower short poem

My hopes are like rain in desert Passed out so quickly somewhere, I am burnt to be dried in flames Tossed in fumes black as time Wreathed and mingled in blue, Life is not like a clear stream Nor its

Poveglia

Poveglia short poem

Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies For a grave so they shipped the sick and Suffering away to a little venison island called Poveglia…screams could be heard across The foggy water to the mainland in mass Hysteria…well and

Dreams – Desire – Passion – Ambition

Dreams   Desire   Passion   Ambition long poem

Relax and wait for a while Wait for quite sometime Wait until the next moment in time Let the next moment in time be a thing of past Wait until that point in time Once that happens, then proceed towards

Faith Is Path Of Thorns

Faith Is Path Of Thorns short poem

Faith is like passing through the path of thorns But without being his dress torn or being inured This is how a faithful survives and just adorns Against all non believers who are heretic ,absurd Faith is a force which

Where Were You?

Where Were You? short poem

It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a

Love with beauty

Love with beauty short poem

Hatred has grown above our heads Oceans have thrown all from the beds All greens have surpassed over reds Winds and rains have thrown all sheds Humans can be seen in their real faces Animality is out in real shape