Poetry / imperfect to your eyes (Analysis)

my beauty  

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lets see it

It is a very soft poem with a soft and uncomfortable topic, you have a unique meter here, but homestly it seems like you are toying with the structure too much, and choreographing your poems close, or thats how i see it. But good words and an interesting rhyme scheme, i see a writer with potential.

-cheers

a rape of human kind indeed! some really strong lines in here- i absolutely loved “i touch my beauty with nail bitten hand
soft and natural
scarred from demand”
i think this poem should be printed in every fashion magazine…and maybe a few billboards as well!

How refreshing to hear thoughts we all have. As a woman comfortable in her own skin I applaud you. I’m not much of a critic I am more of a person that looks at the content and I like what I see here in your words.

This was a good poem that expresses its subject excellently. I like the part where you distanced the word reality. It added a great effect.

This one just didn’t jump out at me as much as I had hoped it would—it seemed a little too tidy, as though you knew what message you wanted to send before you started writing the poem. That’s fine, of course, but when a poem unfolds so according to plan, there’s often no real rush of discovery or recognition for the reader. Hopefully the poem spoke to others, but I just didn’t get the rush I had hoped for.

Excellent. Very beautiful and makes a lot of sense.

Although I like this piece, I feel you could tighten it up a bit. Perhaps if each line was not a complete sentence, know what I mean? If the thought carried over to the next line I feel the structure would match the content. I think a simple revision would produce something more satisfying, and I suggest reading it aloud might aid you in this. very nice though.

This is a wonderful piece. It is so fluid that it acts natural. The rhyming doesn’t sound at all forced and appears random, which is great. I love “i touch my beauty with nail bitten hand” “The marks on my body took years to create, and they’re mine.” It’s like she’s almost ashamed or timid for not being perfect, but wouldn’t want it any other way. What a way to embrace imperfection. The structure of your poem reflects this in a way too, not being forced into stanzas.