Analysis of Hidden Beauty
Some people lead, and decide what we need, they are sure and decisive and proud
Others tag along, in a compliant throng, they have to be part of the crowd
But there are those who are staid, because they are afraid, of the prospect of being despised
And so they withdraw, behind a safe door, and live in the shade all their lives
She's alone and so tense, when school days commence, enduring the chaos she sees
The object of jest, ignored by the best, chosen last in the sporting decrees
She knows she's no belle and the spots really tell, as she stoops low to appear less tall
They see freckles and glass, they see a clumsy outcast, and an unfashionable scruff at the ball
Yet, away from the crowd, she sings sweetly and loud, tends animals in her kind way
She is loyal and wise, and does not despise, those less fortunate and in dismay
She is zealous and funny, and her smile always sunny, and her failings she does not try to hide
And if they cared to pry, and look into her eyes, they would see she is beautiful inside
There was another young girl, whose flame was unfurled, when she became woman at first
From pain of the past, to smashed looking glass, and the thought of a small breasted curse
With the world she contended, those she loved, she offended, till their love was exhausted and spent
Once lost from its sight, she could not do right, and spiralled, and twisted and bent
Yet, some could recall, when she was still small, and eager and funny and sweet,
when she used to run, to please everyone, and joyfully cuddle and greet
For this girl was true, and genuine through, and barren of pretense and pride
Yet most could not see, that, always was she, so innocent and beautiful inside
This lad is not strong, and he has never belonged, to a gang or a club or a team
For stammer and blush, are easily crushed, by the boys who are considered the cream
No sport and no game, no President's name, but the task of retrieving the ball
Dismissed and derided, by those that decided, that a man should be seven feet tall
But his mind is a place, where wonders take place, and brilliance comes to the fore
Pouring out words, and music unfurled, which causes the spirit to soar
When he sings, he's not slow, and his closest ones know, that his rare gift cannot be denied
Though hidden away from the world's selfish gaze, his voice is so beautiful inside
And another is she, a mother of three, who's fleeting love has long disappeared
Yet the blame she will take, and guilt she can't shake, as she pauses her dreams for some years
Mistakes, she has made, and her children will pay, and gratitude she is denied
And she must run with the crowd, and pretend she is proud, when, in truth she would much rather hide
Had they known her, before sadness occurred, they would have seen trust and a friend
Unselfish and wise, swift to empathize, and never would her principles bend
For she would have shone, a rare companion, one that would stand by their side
Through danger and despair, she'd always be there, because she is so beautiful inside
He now lives alone, since his beloved passed on, taking with her his passion and pride
He still rises at dawn, though his work is long gone, and his home is so cluttered inside
He dreads stepping out, where the young taunters shout, of his baldness, his stoop and his skin
In a world that thinks age, is a lonely dark cage, where you go when you're ready to give in
Yet stored in his mind, is a library in kind, that holds so much wisdom and lore
He found joy, and true love, searched for God up above, knowing peace, yet enduring a war
A father, a son, a hero when young, supporting the poor and the tired
Once loved and adored, by many who saw, the man who is beautiful inside
When we think of our friends, and what drew us to them, was it their job, their hobbies, their smile?
Or the music they chose, their hair or their clothes, or was it something we could not define?
Because we need to be sure, it was something more pure, something worth the investment of you
Cos, Good looks don't mean kind, and pretty fades with time, but loyalty will always hold true
For a good sense of fashion doesn't breed compassion, and a hot date can often cause burns
Bravado is fleeting, and self-confidence self defeating, and sarcasm often returns
Do we just want fun, and affairs on the run, or are we really looking for more?
If not, then dig deep, and be ready to weep, for calamity stands at your door
For, when all's said and done, we fear being alone, and we fight for the souls that we choose
Whether kindness or cruel, the wise or the fool, with them we will win or we lose
And hope settles down, and wanders around, searching for one who'll be kind
So don't settle for less, but administer this test, and see if they are beautiful inside
Dedicated to the memory of my sweet niece, Toni, who took her own life
Scheme | AAXX BBCC DDEE XXFF GGEE HHCC IIEE XXEE JJEE EEKK IIXE XXLL MMII NNXE X |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101111111001001 1010100010111111101 1111111011101101011001 011010101101001111 1010111110101001011 0101101101101001001 11111001101111110111 11100111010101010001101 10110111100111000011 11100101101111000001 11100100011100010111111 0111110101011111110001 11010111110111011011 1110111101001101101 10110101111010111101001 11111111110101001 11111111101001001 11111111001001001 111110100101010101 1111111111100010001 111110111001101101101 11001110011011101001 1101111001101101001 01001011110101111011 111101110110101101 10110100111001011 111111011011111110101 11001101101111110001 0010110101111011101 10111101111111001111 011110010110101101 0111101001111101111101 111001100111111001 1011110010101001 11111010101111111 11000111110111110001 11101110111101011001 111011111111011111001 1110110111111011011 0011111010111111110110 1101110100111111001 111011111101101101001 0100101011010010010 1100111011011110001 1111101011111111111011 101011111111111011101 0111111111011101001011 11111101011111001111 1011110101010001111011 0101100110010100101001 11111001101111101011 11111011011101001111 111101111001011101111 10101100110111111111 01101010011011111 11101110100110111110001 10001010011111011011 |
Characters | 4,904 |
Words | 938 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1 |
Lines Amount | 57 |
Letters per line (avg) | 67 |
Words per line (avg) | 16 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 253 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 60 |
About this poem
For all those who go unoticed in life. Dedicated to the memory of my sweet neice - Ton, who took her own life.
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