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All you see outside me my forced smile
The grinning shell, the changing eyes
A chatty type of me
But inside me there’s another me bored till play time
A wasting time distracted sort of me
And inside there’s another me full of jokes
The laughing in class sort of me
And inside me there is another type of me
A raging rampaging sort of me
And deeper inside me there’s a guilty sort of me
All sorry and my bad
And even deeper inside me there is a polite me all
Yes sir and no sir
And deepest of all kept secretly
A nervous scared sort of me
The boy who hides inside me
Thank you Rufus. I find your poem authenticate. You seem to capture momentary expressions like “All sorry and my bad” that convey a sense of you.
Russian Doll
All you see is outside me:my weak smile,
The thick shell,the dancing eyes.
A yes-I-am-here type me.
But inside there’s another me,bored till moving around.
The excited me.
A yes-it’s-time-to-get-active-and-write-sort-of me.
And inside there’s another me,full of cheer.
The laughing one.
A your-so-hilarious-one-of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s shrinking back,small.
The worrying me,scared run away me.
A why-is-this-how-it-has-to-be? Me.
And inside there’s another me,all angry and ferocious.
The raging,twitching one.
A stare-straight-ahead-me.
And inside there’s another me,forever jealous
Who wants what others have.
A deep-down-round-the-world-and-back-me.
And deepest down,kept secretly
A small,pin Doll.
The boy that hides inside of me.
Thank you Conor. I found your stanza describing the angry you convincing. I like you use of commas and dashes to slow the tone.
I like the ‘dancing eyes’ description
All you see is outside me: my small smile,
The shadowing shell, the ocean eyes.
A just-want-to-fit-in type me.
But inside there’s another me, bored till weekend.
The lazer, always tired.
An infinite-TV-sort-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, full of come-backs.
The is that all you’ve got.
A sarcasm-only-one-of-me.
And inside there’s another me who’s loyal to the end.
The helper.
A always-stick-up-for-my-friends-me.
And inside there’s another me, all deep in thought
The philisophical conscience.
A always-asking-questions-me.
And inside there’s another me, forever holds a grudge.
Who rages and shouts.
A crying-myself-to-sleep-me.
And deepest down kept secretly
A free running doll
The boy thats just about inside of me.
Thank you Kit. I find your last stanza uplifting with the image of a “free running doll”. I like the stanza on the philosophical you too.
Russian doll
All you see is outside me, my bright smile, the multicoloured shell, the misty grey eyes.A happy kind of me
But inside there’s another me, bored till there’s something to do. Tell me what to do sort-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, full of joy, the crazy sort of me.
And inside there’s another me , who’s frightened . The one who’s scared of someone blowing their nose, a don’t touch me sort of me.
And inside there’s another me all anr and cross, the rip my pillow sort of me.
And inside there’s another me , forever jealous, who counts the number of pasta she has compared to her sister. A not fair to me
And deepest down, kept secretly, a secret doll.The girl that hides inside me.
Thank you Junie. I can imagine siblings counting pasta to see who had the most.
All you see of me is outside of me:My small smile,
the week shell the big eyes
a strong but weak type of me
But inside there’s another me bored till fun
The dreamer
A wanderer-sort of me
And inside there’s another me full of fun
The exited
A player -one of me
And in side there’s another one of me whos jealous
And sad
A annoyed type of me
And inside there’s another me forever forgotten
Whos mysticall
A strange type of me
And deepest down,kept secret
A small doll
The boy that crawls inside of me
A thoughtful last line Harvey. Thank you for sharing.
All you see is outside me: my happy smile,
the small shell,the glancing eyes.
A different type me.
But inside there’s another me bored till the weekend.
The thinker.
A hm-how-do-you-do-that-sort-of me.
And inside there’s another me, full of anger
The annoyed, angry one with a quick temper.
A GO-AWAY-RIGHT-NOW-one-of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s extremely lazy.
The tired, lazy, bored one.
A lying-around-all-day-type me.
And inside there’s another me, all happy and caring.
The nice happy-head, doing the best they can.
A are-you-ok-type me.
And inside there’s another me,forever sad.
Worrying about everything one.
A why-does-everything-have-to-be-so-sad-type me.
And deepest down,kept secretly a tiny solid skittle doll.
A boy that hides inside of me.
Thank you Keir. A skittle doll? As in a doll that is easy to knock down?
Russian doll
All you see is outside: my natural smile,
the shy shell, the sky blue eyes.
A turned off type me.
But inside there’s another me bothered till new day.
The wasting paper,daydreamer.
Aa-don’t-want-to-do-anything-sort-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, full of jokes and laughs.
The quick slick scare. A friendly funny one.
And inside there’s another me who’s small too scared to go,
thoughts of something bad.
And inside there’s another me angry at all reasons,
shouting,screaming and kicking.
And inside there’s another, always envious looking
at all peoples new clothe.
Jealous of peoples happiness
And deepest under the layers is a wee
doll that knows my secrets that only she will know.
Thank you Poppy. I like your use of syntax to break the lines:
“The wasting paper,daydreamer.
Aa-don’t-want-to-do-anything-sort-of-me.”
The dashes work well providing a sense of emphasis.
Russian doll
All you see is outside me: my happy smile, the proper shell, the sparkling blue eyes.
A here-you-go type of me.
But inside there’s another me, bored till content. The calm, relaxed me.
An I-don’t-want-to sort of me.
Then, inside of that, there’s another me. A me who just wants to be alone. The ‘go away’type of me.
A private type of me.
And inside there’s sort of me, full of regret. The ‘maybe that’s wrong’ thought.
An is-this-right sort of me.
And inside of that, there’s another type of me, all ‘let’s do this’. The risk taker, the sudden jumper.
A who-cares sort of me.
And inside there’s another type of me, forever joking around, who laughs at the smallest things.
A sly-joker type of me.
And deepest down, kept secret, a delicate solid doll lies there.
The girl inside of me.
I like your ending Matlida. The “delicate solid doll” is a memorable contrast.
Thank you.
All you see is outside me:my awkward smile,
the nerdy shell ,the lazy eyes.
A secretive kind of me.
But inside there’s another me bored till break.
The sleepy hungry , day dreamer.
A moody kind of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s full of joy.
The laugh out loud , one.
An excited kind of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s tiny and sad.
The deprest crying child.
A blue hearted kind of me.
And inside there’s another me all brave and strong.
The strongest and bravest.
A confident kind of me.
And inside there’s another me forever paranoid.
The sneaky cautes one.
A easy to scare me.
And deepest down kept secret
a small doll.
The boy that hides inside me.
Thank you Sam. You convey the wide range of personas that make you.
All you see is outside me: my shy smile,
the submissive shell, the watching eyes
A want-to-be-friends? kind of me.
But inside there’s another me, bored for all eternity.
The nonchalant pencil twirler.
An I’ve-seen-better me
And inside there’s another me, full of answers.
A hardworking, hand up,
nose-to-the-paper-sort-of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s stifling giggles.
The sly joker, laughing at tiny things.
A waiting-for-a-chance me.
And inside there’s another, nodding gravely.
The small, scared, silent schoolgirl.
A very-scaredy-cat-type-of me.
And inside there’s another me, forever weeping.
The resigned, dispirited whimpers.
The curled-up-in-a-corner me.
And deepest down, the real me.
A small, helpless doll.
The girl residing inside.
Very powerful, Anna. I love the expression “nonchalant pencil twirler”.
I love the description
All you see is my proud smile the hard shell,dark eyes a none stop gamer type of me .
but in side of me there is another me a bored til mid day.
dark as well.
a deep day dreamer sort of me.
there is also another kind of me full of rage and fury.
the angry one
an infuryating kind of me.
inside there is another kind of me whose calm and really has nothing to do the ralaxed type of me .
and there is another kind of me,all there is is fear,fear of almost every thing kind of me .
Thank you Ali. It’s a great idea to challenge the stereotypes people connect with gamers.
that is good
All you see is the outside me: my keen smile,
The writing me, always working,
The head-bent-over-a-book me.
But inside, there’s another me, stressed forever,
The pencil chewer, hair-twirler,
The never-calm me.
And inside, there’s another me, all bossy,
The stubborn me, always leading,
The do-what-I-say type of me.
And inside, there’s another me, always crazy,
The funny-face me, forever laughing,
The weird-and-proud me.
And inside, there’s another me, creative forever,
The whiteboard-doodler, lesson-dreamer,
The head-in-the-clouds type of me.
And inside, there’s another me, all determined,
The hard-worker, always trying,
The never-give-up me.
And deepest down, kept secretly,
A small but powerful doll,
The girl who shines kindness through the rest of me.
Thank you Guilia. Some wonderful expressions here: “The pencil chewer, hair-twirler,” and “The whiteboard-doodler, lesson-dreamer,”.
All you see, A quiet girl, shut out
a chatty to my friends-
a don’t want to be seen- kind of me
But inside of me there is another me
a lazer, forever lazy
a-not bothered-wanna play games- type of me
down another layer, there’s another sort of me
an angry me forever fighting with my family
a wasn’t me- drama queen – type of me
but inside there is another me
a hungry all the time impatiently waiting for lunch
a always hungry-whens food- kind of me
on another floor deep down there is another me
a tiny doll,
a moral compass waiting to guide me, the girl that guides me through life
Thank you Jessica. I like the way you are using line breaks especially in the last stanza. I think the idea of “layers” is fascinating and something you could develop further.
All you see is the outside me, all full of laughter. A chill type me,
But inside there’s another me, angry by the littlest things. The anger issues sort of me.
And inside there is another me, full of cheek and very mischievous. The cheeky sort of me.
Inside there is another me a selfish, rude one-of-me.
But inside that there is another me, the sad, devastated sort of me.
And inside, there is another me, a kind jolly sort of me.
But deepest down is the last one of me, a gaming, raging, confident type of me.
Thank you Jemima. Your use of internal rhyme in the last line reflects the confidence you allude to.
All you see is outside me : my happy smile, the out shell, the brown shiny eyes full of energy.
but inside there is a another me : moody sleepy want to stay in bed me
and inside theres another me confident about playing violin. dertermind to do enything
And inside there is another me, full of bravery.
and inside there is another me forever play full
And deepest down kept secretly a russion doll the boy that looks inside of me
Thank you Flavien. You convey the many sides of your personality.
My Russian doll poem
All you see is plain old me,
My hair blowing in the wind
the pip-pip perfect type of me
But inside there’s another me ,
Bored till Dawn
slouching back,day-time dreamer
And inside there’s another me,
Full of joy and laughter
the never ending joker sort of me
And inside there’s another me,
Full of worry
the homesick, yes miss/Mr sort of me
And inside there’s another me,
All bothered and annoyed
the lazy sort of me
And inside there’s another me,
Who never gets enough
the sun is always brighter than me
And deep down there’s a tiny egg shell
the maiden that is concealed inside of me
Thank you Daliah. Some lovely expressions here especially your final stanza.
All you see is the outside me: My friendly smile,
The tall girl,
The always-drawing-me.
But inside theres another me: Head always up in the clouds,
Lazy,
Drifting-of-to-a-new-world-me.
And inside theres another me: Finger fidler,
Always worried,
Never-relaxed-me.
And inside theres another me: Always wants more,
Agitated and Short tempered,
Gets-angry-me.
And inside theres another me: The cheeky grin,
Funny girl,
Making-jokes-akk-the-time type me.
And inside theres another me: Sad and lonely,
Shy and quiet,
Small-and-private type me.
And deepest down kept secretly,
Lies the secret personality of me,
The girl that hides deep inside of me.
Thank you Erin. I feel you use alliteration, line breaks and syntax very effectively to make a personal poem.
The outside me, the one that you all see,
the laughing, smiling and normal me
Inside that a competitive, always striving,
working me
Another me the jester, laughing,
joking me
The grumpy me, the go-away and the leave-me-alone
kind of me
The inner voice the “do this”, “don’t do that” working
for the better
the one that people should never see angry, hotheaded and grumpy,
the short fuse
the inner me the one people never see shy, lonesome and friendless the
one people never see
Thank you Henry. I like the way you captured an inner voice and convey an internal struggle.
very good
Russian doll
All you see is the me outside,
talking and playing,
the right type of me
But there is another me,
bored till the end of the day,
the boring type me.
But inside there’s another type me,
Random but funny,
the weird type me.
And inside there’s another me
happy, jolly and fun,
the happy type me
And inside there’s another me
annoyed, angry, huffing and puffing,
the frustrated type me
And inside there’s another type me
Lazy and very calm,
the very chilled type me
And deep down there’s a me
Kept secret, the really scared and frightened me
the deepest that hides inside of me.
Thank you Katie. The repetition of your stanzas work well in highlighting the many sides of your personality.
All you see outside of me:my board,not bothered waiting until play,football and end of the day type of me
But inside there’s another type of me,the annoyingly exited having fun and joking around type of me.
And inside there’s another me, the aggressive,shouting,raging and losing temper type of me
And inside there’s another me, who’s emotional, emotionally hurt and full of tears type of me
And inside there’s another me, the I won’t touch that! or Get that away from me! type of me
And inside there’s another me, forever jealous , begging and I WANT THAT! type of me
And deepest down , kept secret is the solitary type of me.
A powerful ending. Remember to post your first name.
Wow! Thats so good!
All you see is outside me my happy smile the joyful shell the blue eyes
but inside there is another me bored till Friday. The wondering me a daytime dreamer-sort of me.
and inside there is another me full of laughter. The funny me. A crazy -one of me
And inside there is another me who is scared . The alone in the world me.A frightend me
and inside there is another me forever annoyed who always wants more .A cross me .
And inside there is another me forever jealous who needs me. A grass is always greener me .
And deepest down kept secretly a solid doll the boy that hides inside of me
Thank you Leon. I like how you are experimenting with different length of sentences. Some of your short ones work very well.
All you see is outside me,funny me happy me the kind me
But inside theres another me,bored me tired me not whanting
to do anything me sleepy me.
And inside theres another me full of happyness me joyfull me
creative me laughing me inside me im full of energy.
And inside theres another me shy me not knowing what to say
me worried me.
And inside me theres a hardworking me competitive
whanting to do good in school me whanting to
be happy me.
And inside me theres a angry me sad me.
And deppest down kept secrect a tiny shy personscared and hides inside of me.
Thank you Amha. You show the many different sides of you but each seems special and important.
All you see is outside me a topsy turvy changing me one second laughing next second angry. A confusing strange kind of me
Next you see a self absorbed me. A really likes himself me a bit of egotistical full of himself me
Then you see the joker me a laughing funny me
Then in deepest dark the silent boy who still resides
The last line works really well Rafi.
All you see is the outside of me,
My friendly smile,
The elaborate shell,
My wonderus eyes.
but inside that that there’s another me ,
bored till break,
the one who stares into space, a blank kind of me.
and inside that there’s another me,
paper planes and white board notes.
the type who looks for drama.
a naughty exited type of me.
and inside that,
i’m the whole worlds out to get me type.
lonely when people are around me.
a nervous overwhelmed type me.
and inside that,
there’s a raging me, hot and bubbly.
the blaming outraged confused one
a heartless fire ball type me.
and inside that there’s another me,
jealous, green with envy,
the one that jokes i’m jealous,
but secretly means it.
and the smallest one,
with the weakest smile,
the quiet, tiny me,
the delicate whispering one.
Thank you Lucia. I particularly like the imagery of: “paper planes and white board notes.”.
Russian doll
On the outside is what you see,
The outer shell that protects the inner me’s,
The person that shows no emotion type me,
But inside there is another me,
The person who’s scared of what people think of me,
The person that doesn’t care about my opinion type of me,
But inside there is another me,
the procrastinated me, the person who puts all aside,
type of me,
But inside there is another me,
The panic and “run!” kind of me,
The person that is scared to be embarrassed type of me,
But inside there is another me,
The person who will climb on roofs and jump of high things,
The brave and fearless type of me,
But inside there is another me,
The responsible, kind and helpful one of me,
The nice type of me,
Then the deepest down,
There is a voice,
The boy that is the real me.
Thank you Neo. I like the way your poem built up to the end and the change of tone.
All you see is the outside me:my dull smile the over excited shell,the two ponytails.A sort of happieness type of me.
But inside me there’s another me,bored till dawn.The dose not know what were doing,confused.The gives up kind of me.
And inside there’s another me,a funny sort of me.The one who gets in trouble of gets away with stuff.The joker me
And inside there’s another me, the one that is scared of little bugs and worry’s whats going to happen.The over~thinker.
And inside there’s another me,always anoyed at everyone.The one who gets and offended by everyone.The “inoccent” one.
Thank you Maya. I like the way you used examples to show the different type of personalities.
on out side all you see is the
happy cheary me the one that
dosernt care about about what
people think about me
there is another me kind helpful
me the please may i kind of me
there is also another me a scared
tipe of me the i will hide bihind of you
me
and also anouther me an angery tipe of me
the i hare you kind of me who has red eyes
and neffer smiles
but if you look rilly deap down there is anouther
me a sad cold tipe of me who just wants a litle lite
in his life
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All you see is the outside me,
My gray eyes; my kind smile,
The honest and careing sourt of me,
But inside there is another me,
jealous and selfish,
the board and sad sourt of me.
And inside there’s another me,
mischievious and naughty,
The rules are made to be broken me.
And there lies another me,
kind, well behaved and respectful,
the me my outside self reveals.
And inside there’s another me,
clever and cunning,
the problem solving and smart me.
And there lies another me,
a peacfull and creative type,
the wish i could relax me,
And deepest down, hidden in the dark,
The nervous and scared,
The never argues and always abays me.
Thank you Tristan. I find your final stanza powerful with the “hidden in the dark”. It makes it seem mysterious.
Russian Doll
All I want my friends to see is the happy,smiley
sort of me.But inside there’s another me
a tired and bored type of me.
And inside there’s another me full of
silliness .The quick,funny joker with a set of cards.
A class clown sort of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s tiny and shy.
not in the mood sort of me.
And inside there’s another me,lazy easy to annoy
angry who hates nearly everything in their site.
And deepest down,kept secretly a
cheapest down loving and caring doll
the boy who lives inside of me.
Thank you for sharing your poem Max. It’s comforting to know, everyone carries many different personalities with them.
All you see is outside me,
The playful grin, the eager eyes, the loud mouth.
The best-thing-since-sliced-bread-type-me.
But inside there’s another me,
The slick tongue and rude commentator.
The pull-your-leg-to-get-a-laugh-sort-of-me.
And inside there’s another me,
The self protective , doubtful, quiet girl.
The doesn’t-trust-easily-one of me.
And inside there’s another me,
The reckless me. The me that will take a dare.
The throw-caution-into-the-wind-type me.
And inside there’s another me, envious of everyone.
An annoyed me that never gets enough.
The grass-is-always-greener-type of me.
And deepest down is a small little girl that doesn’t know what to do.
The girl who is never noticed.
The girl that hides inside of me.
Thank you Rita. Your use of repetition to end the poem works well and conveys a sense of frustration?
All you see is outside me, my cheeky smile, my funny jokes, my beautiful eyes.
A chatty-crazy-can’t stay still-type-of-me.
But inside there’s another me, bored till noon.
The emotional don’t express all my feelings type.
An annoying little sister-Junior Gunner-sort of me.
And inside there’s another me, full of determination.
The unconfident, odd one.
A fingers in every pie-bossy-good with babies-tomboy-one-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, all worrying.
The don’t like you don’t wanna see you type.
A-if-I-don’t-like-you-I-don’t-want-to-talk-to-you-type-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, always disbelieving.
Who doesn’t trust easily type of me.
A-scared-type-of-me.
And deepest down kept secretly,
A shy, angry doll.
The girl that crept inside of me.
I like the ending Natalia and the idea of a “girl that crept inside”…
Thank you Michael Walsh
You’re very welcome Natalia.
Russian Doll
All you see is outside me, my fixed face,
The ambitous challenges, the crazy dares,
A dig-a-hole-to-China type of me.
But inside there’s another me, full of laughter,
The constant joker, the cheeky trickster,
A pull-your-leg-to-get-a-laugh sort of me.
But inside there’s another me , a loyal friend,
The kind smile, the helping hand,
A no-pain-no-gain type of me.
But inside there’s another me, always over-confident,
The controlling attitude, the arragant smirk,
A best-thing-since-sliced-bread sort of me.
But inside there’s another me, a hurtful nature,
The violent sister, the rude friend,
A if-you-don’t-move-you’ll-regret-it sort of me.
But inside there’s another me, forever cruel,
The inoccent eyes, the blameless face,
A they-did-it-I’m-innocent type of me.
And deepest down , kept secretly,
A shy scared little doll,
The girl that hides inside of me.
Thank you Tessa. Some memorable phrases here. I find your opening very powerful. Expressions like “fixed face” grab our attention.
All you see is outside of me, is my kind smile,
and me in my hidden shell, and the gaming eyes.
The playing games all day type of me.
But inside of there is another me, bored till Friday.
The lazy kind of me.
And inside there is another me, who wants to go home and,
tell my brother to get me another cup of water.
The bossy type of me.
and inside there’s another me, the jealous kind of me.
Friends getting more than me.
The grass will always be greener than me.
And inside of there is another me, forever scared of the dark,
hidden in the corners with my brother.
A no, no come with me sort of me.
And deepest down kept secretly, there’s a tiny solid speck of confidence.
the boy that keeps my body alive.
Thank you Hugo. I think the inclusion of another character, your brother, works well and reflects how your relationships can change at different moments.
All you see is outside me my jokey smile ,
the false shell, the focused eyes.
A funny clown type me,
But inside there’s another me, bored till playtime,
the disrespectful me,
A rude for jokes-one-of me
And inside there’s another me, full of anxiety
the quite and shy
An invisible, shy-one- of me
And inside there’s another me whos the non-stop gamer,
the saving up in Minecraft,
A spend an hour and a half for nothing type me.
And inside there’s another me, all nosy
the get in peoples business type me,
A let myself into conversations type me,
And inside there’s another me, forever lazy
who wouldn’t get out of bed, A not bothered me,
And deepest down kept secretly,
A doll,
The boy that hides inside of me,
Thank you Adlan. You show how we all carry different personalities inside.
All you see is outside me: my happy smile,
the tidy shell, the brown eyes.
A no-pain-no gain type me.
But inside there’s another me,
bored till time to sleep.
The can sleep anywhere .
A too-much sleep-sort-of me .
And inside me there’s another me , full of life .
The over planning me.
An-easier-said-than-done-one-of me.
And inside there’s another me who’s loved gaming.
The gaming legend.
A too-obssesed-with-games me.
And inside there’s another me, all angry.
The-want-to-destroy-a-chair-with-my-hands me.
A destruction me.
And inside there’s another me, forever forgetful.
Who forgets one-plus-one me.
A lifeless me.
And deepest down, kept secretly
an annoying me.
The boy that is forgotten inside of me.
Thank you Ahmad. This feels a very personal poem and I feel very fortunate to be able to read it.
All you see is outside me; my hard working smile,
the shy shell and perfect blue eyes.
A no-pain-no-gain type of me.
But inside there’s another me, sleepy all day,
the bored till playtime, daytime dreamer.
A can’t-be-bothered sort of me.
And inside there’s another me, full of rudeness,
the getting into trouble with my parents.
A on-thin-ice one of me
And inside there’s another me, a red hot anger head,
the stamping feet and pokey tongue.
A didn’t-do-it-blameless me.
And inside there’s another me, all showey-offey,
the I am always better than you.
A best-thing-since-sliced-bread type of me.
And inside there’s another me, forever jealous,
the never get enough complainer.
A grass-is-always-greener me
And deepest down, kept secretly,
a tiny, lazy, loving doll.
The girl that sleeps inside of me.
Thank you Amy. I like the contrasts offered in your poem from stanza to stanza.
All you see is outside me; my serious expression.
The brainy shell, the studious eyes.
A nose-stuck-in-a-book type me.
But inside. there’s another me; kind and trusting.
The funny, laughing, joking school girl.
A taking-each-day-as-it-comes sort of me.
But inside, there’s another me; always organized.
the list making, ordering and tidying me.
A no-pain-no-gain type me.
And inside. there’s another me; always worrying and snapping me.
A crying, moaning shouting me.
A cry-over-spilt-milk- kind of me.
And inside, there’s another me; bored till playtime.
A don’t careish, reckless, fed up me.
The can’t-be-bothered type me.
And inside, there’s another me; carefree and fearless.
A risky daredevil, always take a dare sort of me.
A throw-caution-to-the-winds type me.
And deepest down, kept secretly,
A petrified doll from years ago.
The girl that hides inside of me.
Thank you Esme. I find your inclusion of the phrase “from years ago” in your ending intriguing.
All you see outside me my cheeky smile the bossy shell, the hazel brown happy eyes.
A very cheeky type of me.
But insisde there’s another me bored till playtime. The loving person.
The sort of distracted type of me.
And inside there’s another me, full of joy. The helpful girl.
A unicorn lover type of me.
And inside there’s another me, who loves ballet shows. The joyful dancer.
A i love dancing type of me
And inside there’s another me, all happy and joyful
The loving singer.
A bueatiful singer type of me.
And inside there’s another, forever clean who loves baths and showers.
The lover of water type of me.
And Deepest down kept secretly a naughty doll.
The girl that makes me naughty type of Me.
Thank you Star. What an interesting ending.
All you see is outside me: my shy smile,
the silent shell, the boring brown eyes.
A wouldn’t-say-boo-to-a-goosey type me
But inside there’s another me, bored till playtime.
the sleepy, daydreamer.
A gets-distracted-all-the-time sort of me.
And inside there’s another me, full of cheek,
the naughty child.
A always-in-trouble-with-my-parents one of me
Ans inside there’s another me, scared of everything,
the worried over thinker.
A cry-over-spilt-milk type me
And inside there’s another me, hot headed.
The angriest in the family.
A my-brother-did-it type me
And inside there’s another me,
Forever jealous.
A always-wanting-more type me
And deepest down, kept secretly.
A loud funny person.
The school girl lost inside of me.
A lovely ending Jaya. I like the contrast between your last 2 lines.
Russian Doll
All you see outside is me. My obsessive hobbies, the ambitious character. A-I-can-collect-every-Dr. Who- thing- type me.
And inside, there’s another me, funny and loud, an annoying chatterbox. A-got-to-be-involved-in-everything-type-me.
And inside, there’s another me, a distracted and fidgety me. A-reckless-and-clumsy-type-me.
But inside, there’s another me, a rude and troublesome type me. An-one-thin-ice-type-me.
And inside there’s another me, a quiet and sad one of me. A-cry-over-spilt-milk-type-me.
And inside, there’s another me, a jealous and angry type me. A-how-come-he’s- got- that and- I- don’t- type- me.
And deepest down, kept seacretley, I am scared and worried. the frightened soul inside of me
Thank you Arun. I like the way you contrast different aspects of your personality.
all you see is outside me my cheeky smile
the bossy shell the rosy eyes.
An in your face type me.
But inside there s another me full of joy.
The happy sort of me.
And inside there s another me full of happiness.
The positive type of me. A thing will get better one of me.
And inside there s another me who s cheeky. The ps5 is coming out.
And inside there s another me at all times.
And deepest down kept secretly. The boy plays inside me.
Thank you Aymen. Your poem conveys a very positive impression of your personality and was enjoyable to read.
All you can see is outside me: my kind smile,
the bright shell , happy eyes.
A crazy-funny-friendly type of me.
but inside there’s another me ,bossy when i am at home .
The sometimes sleepy funny me
A cocky-loud-mean sort of me
And inside there’s another me full of smartness
the argumentative and reckless me
A detective-smart-on-thin-ice one of me
And inside me there another me who’s silly and dumb
A sometimes-careless me
And inside me there’s another me all jealous
The cold me
A always-want-things-my-way me
And inside there’s another me forever curious
A always-wondering me
And deepest down kept secretly a small scared secret doll
the girl that stays ind inside of me
Thank you Rahya. I really enjoyed reading your poem and learning about your different personalities.
Russian Doll
All you see is the outside me: my charismatic smile,
the sturdy shell the innocent eyes.
A you’re-a-weirdo-if-you’re-not-like-me type me.
But inside there’s another me, a dramatic, giggling,
attention-seeker type me.
A talk-until-the-cows-get-home sort of me.
And inside there’s another me, wanting to get more merits,
afraid of upsetting the teacher.
A goody-goody-two-shoes type me.
And inside there’s another me, who’s sobbing and weeping,
endlessly drowning in there own sorrow.
A make-a-mountain-out-of-a-mole-hill sort of me
And inside there’s another me, the bitter,
angry hothead me.
The wanting-the-world-to-self-destruct type me
And inside there’s another me,
selfish, vicious and annoying.
A spiteful, mean, childish type me.
And deepest down, kept secretly,
A frail doll that silently,
hides unseen inside of me.
A lovely poem Edie with a well thought through structure. I like your use of syntax to break your lines up.
Russian doll
By Ruby
All you see outside of me my carefree smile, the perfect shell, the bossy best thing since sliced bread type of me.
But inside there is another me, bored till playtime, time waster cant be bothered type of me.
And inside there is another me, full of laughter and fun. The quick slick joker, the class clown. A pull your leg to get a laugh type of me.
And inside there is another me, the scurrying good girl. The nervous yes miss whisper , the cry over spilt milk type me.
And inside there is another me, forever jealous and annoyed. The scowling hothead who never gets enough, the grass is always greener me.
And inside there is another me doing whatever I want when I like, the dare devil me who climb mountains, runs marathons. The on thin ice type me.
And deepest down is the tiny me, the forgotten soul, the solid skittle doll. The tiny girl that lived inside of me.
Hope you have liked it
Ruby
Thank you Ruby. There are many lovely expressions here: “perfect shell”, “quick slick joker” with its use of internal rhyme.
All I see is the outside me my real smile, the hard shell, the black eyes All you see is a quite type me
But inside there’s another me, bored before lunchtime The shell hard shell good at sport even better than me
All you see is a gamer a different sort of me, And inside there’s another me, full of confidence The hard shell faster than a cheater
All you see is a laughable me which is one of me, And inside there’s another me who’s good at english the hard shell who likes to watch cartoons,
And inside there’s a footballer me who does skills just like me All you see is a pulling the wool over your eyes And inside there’sanother me all the emotions get to me
The hard shell, confused than me And inside there’s another me forever happy who always try hard to finish his work
All you see is a nice me who helps people And deepest down, kept secretly a happy person. The boy or girl who’s nice inside of me
Thank you Dawud. You provide interesting insights into your personality.
I like the mention of “black eyes” in the opening stanza.
All you see outside of me: my crazy smile,
my mad shell, the menacing eyes.
A pull-your-leg-to-get-a-laugh-kind-of me.
But inside there is another me, bored till home time.
The rubber band pinger.
The always-on-thin-ice-kind-of-me.
And inside there is another me
always sleepy
The-wont-get-out-of-bed-kind-of-me.
And inside theres another me.
Always day dreaming.
The endless-world-of-imaginaition bit of me
And inside there is another me,
All demanding
throw cation into the air kind of me
And inside there is another me,
All ambitious
The easier said than done bit of me
And inside there is another me,
full of worry and fright
The cry over spilt milk bit of me.
Thank you Koji. I like your opening with the “mad shell”.
All you see is outside me, my lovely smile the happy shell the bright eyes .
A happy type of me
But inside there another me bored till night The bit jealous
playing games type of me
And inside there is another me full of sadness the some times fight with my friends
and not giving up kind of me
And inside there a another me who scared for SATS
a worried kind of me
And inside there another me annoying only some people see a silly me
And deepest down keep secret
a shy doll the girl who is hidden inside of me.
A lovely ending Zara.Simple but moving.
All you see outside me: my smug smile,
the shy shell, the huge eyes,
A annoying type of me.
But inside there’s a bored till home time.
The lazy me.
An cant be bothered-sort-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, full of energy,
The want attention me.
An annoying one-of-me.
And inside there’s another me who’s always frustrated.
The bite of more than I can chew me.
A ruin it for everyone else type of me.
And inside there’s another me, all stupid and overly brave me.
The on thin ice me.
The daredevil me.
And inside there’s another me, forever lost and sad.
Who’s afraid that people wot except me for who I am me.
A burning-the-candle-at0-both-ends-me.
And deepest down kept secretly a sad doll
The boy that lays inside me.
Thank you Hector. I also find your opening works well with your use of alliteration reflecting the peaceful, calm mood you’re describing.
thank you for replying to my comment!
and thanks for the support
My pleasure Hector. Thank you for all your hard work.
All you see is outside of me the funny type
of me with my cheeky smile
type of me.
But inside there another me that
is better than slice bread the argent
type of me.
And inside there’s another me that
is very energetic the type
of me to bang there head
really bad type of me.
And inside there’s another type of me
who is the very annoying a talk until the cow
come home kind of me.
And there’s another me that’s full of jealousy
the never satisfied type of me .
And inside there’s another me forever wild the
never say no to a dare type of
me.
And deepest down kept secretly the perfect
baby that is inside of me
Thank you Femi. You convey the many personalities that make you.
All you see is outside of me: the always moving
keeps-fiddleing-type of me
but inside theres another me the
class-clown-funny-kind of me
And inside theres another me the
daydreamer and sleepy kind me
the in-the-moon kind of me
And insie theres another me the
always wanting to do dares and ceate them
the dare-devil kind of me
but inside theres another me the unscared kind of
the blow-the-caution to the wind kind of me
and inside theres another me he
bossy-to-my-brother kind of me
And deepest down kept inside of me
is the always thinking of drums
the drummer-and-always-drumming kind of me
Thank you Noam. I like your ending. It gives us an insight into your hobbies.
all you see is the outside of me my sweet forced smile my shiny pearl shell the pulling -wool – over – your – eyes .type of me a butter won’t melt in my mouth type of me .
but inside there is another me a bored till home time me type of me a talk in till the cows get home kind of me .
and inside there is another me a full of sleepy dreams sort of me . and under that there is another me a pull your leg to get a laugh one of me
and inside there is another me who’s on thin ice the best thing since sliced bread type of me a day dreaming type of me
and inside there is another me forever happy and annoying me a sweet crazy fidgety me
and inside there is another me all lazy naughty wild me the burning both ends of the candle me a generous buzzing me
and deepest down kept secretly a lovely bubbly doll the girl who hides inside of me
Thank you Tallulah. I like your use of everyday expressions as it gives your poem an authentic voice. Perhaps consider more carefully your use of line breaks as I feel this would make your poem even more powerful.
All you see is outside me: calm smile, the relax shell the beautiful eyes.
A relax-refresh type me.
But inside there’s another me, bored till night time.
The play Roblox for hours type of me.
A can’t be-bothered-sort-of-me.
And inside there’s another me, full of mischief .
the no-fear-dare-devil.
A throw-caution-to-the-wind one of me.
and inside there’s another me ,who’s full of jokes.
The slick funny bone.
A pull your leg to get a laugh kind of me.
Thank you Faizah. I like the originality of your ending.
“Hope is the thing with rainbows
“Hope” is the thing with rainbows
That perches in our beautiful blue sky-
They sing a fabulous melody
They’ve always been-so-shy
And sweetest-in the waves-are heard-
The sore must be the shore-
That could bash the drizzling rain
An the sun that kept us warm
I’ve heard it in the colourless land-
And on the weirdest sea-
Yet-never-in Extremity
It asked for a piece of me
Thank you Natalia. Some lovely details here. I like your use of rhyme like “melody” and “shy” and how they link the words together.
A free man runs through the city
and drives a car with the roof down
in the breeze of the morning sun.
A jailed man eats sloppy, slimy not nice food and
sits in a tiny cell.
A free man eats like a king and has
lots of space in his house.
A jailed man looks through the bars
and sees how happy free men are.