Look into my eyes, who do you see there?
Within is there someone you recognise or a stranger,
How well do you know me, if at all?
Does the person within bear any resemblance to the outer shell,
I think it will not be the same, someone different to the one you look upon,
Crow like features soften and become define,
Beauty lies within thy wicked face.
Look closely and you will see, that stranger, it is I,
Appearances do not reflect the soul within.
I like this. The whole, a book can't be told by it 's cover. You hear it all the time "what does so-and-so see in that one?" And the truth is, something not everyone can, because it's not the exterior that ultimately matters, not in the end. But then, from this, I suspect you already know this.
Nice concept, nice poem. I like the point you get across. Thank you for entering the Any and All Poetry Contest. Again, you have made it into the first cut of finalists.
I really like this. The imagery and meaning are all defined quite well. I like the questions you're either asking your audience or yourself, it doesn't matter who, they are good questions for us all.
It does need a little polishing though - first, this is a short poem so repetitions such as the word "within" really stick out, plus that word really isn't adding anything to your writing. Clearly you are writing about the person within, so it's not necessary to keep stating that fact.
Trust your writing, your meaning comes through.
"Crow like features soften and become define," I think you mean "defined" here.
I really love this poem. I think of all of the pieces I've read of you tonight that this is my favorite.
This is how I feel about my own mother as sad as that may be. Great write!
"Look into my eyes, who do you see there?
Within is there someone you recognise or a stranger,
How well do you know me, if at all?
Does the person within bear any resemblance to the outer shell,
I think it will not be the same, someone different to the one you look upon,
Crow like features soften and become define,
Beauty lies within thy wicked face.
Look closely and you will see, that stranger, it is I,
Appearances do not reflect the soul within."
What glitters is not often gold and what is gold, often doesn't glitter.
But we do have the tendency to judge from appearances without seeing what lies inside.
Look closely and you will see, that stranger, it is I,
Appearances do not reflect the soul within.
This is very poetic and captures the feelings that it seems that you want to convey.
Though this is my personal opinion, I have to say that I prefer some sense of rythm in the poems I read, and I could not seem to find any here. But this is perfect for those who like it more free-form.
I like this. The whole, a book can't be told by it 's cover. You hear it all the time "what does so-and-so see in that one?" And the truth is, something not everyone can, because it's not the exterior that ultimately matters, not in the end. But then, from this, I suspect you already know this.
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