Treasure Island

Alfred Barna


Perfection


Don't stare
Your eyes I cannot bare
You are above reproach
I am the miscreant in the mud
You are holy
I deserve the crevice filled with crud
Don't laugh
Your humor mocks my worthless and mundane
You see me
But cannot seem to remember my name
My only joy is I am the darkness and cover
The blatant fool, and the heart-torn lover
Against my blackness in which I pay my fine
I am the backdrop so your stars can shine

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Topic(s): vanity

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Perfection by Alfred Barna )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. SHADES OF LOVE, sherif monem
  2. A Shoulder to Weep, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  3. Help me I am here, Dustin Hardin
  4. Into your kingdom, hasmukh amathalal
  5. High rise, hasmukh amathalal
  6. Before Death, Ajaeyy Raaj
  7. the toothless Tiger Dynasties, veeraiyah subbulakshmi
  8. The Spray, Akhtar Jawad
  9. Think and breathe, hasmukh amathalal
  10. Love for care, hasmukh amathalal

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Walter Raleigh

EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
   Who in the dark and silent grave,
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. If, Rudyard Kipling
  5. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  6. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  8. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  9. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  10. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]