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Being Marilyn Monroe: A Look Into the Soul of an Icon

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  


Marilyn Was a Vision of Timeless Beauty and Strength Unnoticed

I can remember when I started writing this poem, my thought process was sadness. I was going through some heartbreak, and feeling down about a lot of things. I felt uneasy about how I was viewed through the eyes of gentlemen. I have no luck at all when it comes to love. I find it easy to obtain, but it fades away fast. I am a vivacious woman at the time of a love that's new, and I think I continue to be that throughout. Even so, I am human, and to keep up with sensual behavior all the time while cooking, cleaning, and presently taking care of my children; I find it difficult to be on point with my inner sexy all the time. Now, I think the men are silly when they expect that from me, and wonder why they can't just love me for the simple part of my personality as well. Isn't it love if you do that? Is it not love if you don't?

As I started writing my poem - which was supposed to be about myself - it struck me that it mirrored another. She was a beautiful vixen we all admire today. Marilyn Monroe was brought up like any other girl but in an orphanage most of her life. She had dreams, and she became who she was by natural instinct. She conquered her dream in a sense, but I believe she wished she would have been able to conquer success and love not only by her magnetism of beauty but by her vulnerability as a regular woman. In the midst of writing, I realized I wanted this poem to focus mainly on her. Although it has some similarity to my own life, I want it now viewed as a lovely memory of a woman who still stuns the world with her charismatic and sexy aura. I also want the reader to look beyond that in her, and find the vulnerable young woman who left us way too early; a broken woman, like myself, and many others who could never find a proper place in that society she lived.

I wonder sometimes, what does that make people like us? There are many names for us: outcast, loner, introvert. It carries with us a lot of heartbreak, and depression; hidden insecurity that we never really can find a way to bury completely. I don't know, but I have always felt a kindred spirit with Marilyn in a lot of ways. She died before I was born of course, but my observance of her always made me feel a part of her.


A Soul Denied

I never wanted you to love

me for the outer glimpse of

a sexy vixen.

A red lipped siren to be

forgotten. It’s the depth of

my soul through my eyes…

that could tell you the story

of where my beauty lies.

A quiet little mouse stuck in a corner…

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fearing to speak for lack of demise.

Then blossomed the quiet raven -

haired beauty…

locked inside only to be seen through

bottles of pride.Beauty was the devil

that stole my soul…

a voice never heard by desired trolls.

A living doll that was played with plenty…

then tossed away like an old haggard


Still with beauty of deep to see…

yet beauty within was blind mans


So, as I sit in the middle of life…

still looked at with loins of lust.

Seems a pity I never found ones

true loves trust...

Beauty must fade as the days

turn to gray. And this box that

carries my inner allure…

will surely die inside me still

meek and pure...


© 2015 Missy Smith


Missy Smith (author) from Florida on March 06, 2017:

Thanks so much, ChangingTides.

ChangingTides2331 on February 28, 2017:

Very well written with a lot of feeling. Thank you!

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on January 26, 2017:

Hey, Dream On, I have many questions about that time. I think maybe that is why Marilyn still intrigues most of us today. She had so many questions surrounding who exactly she was, and why it went so wrong in the end. Thank you! :)

DREAM ON on January 13, 2017:

Marilyn and many other people try to claim fame and fortune and sooner or later there lives are cut short. Your story makes me think why didn't close friends help her out in time of desperate need. If she built up her self esteem and confidence would the outcome be different. Then we could see the wonderful Marilyn Monroe as she was sexy inside and out. Would she of still turned to alcohol and drugs as a crutch and a way of life. I enjoy your hubs because you relate to the deeper meaning to why? A sad story and you connected your life on different levels. I think some people are just cruel and if you spend enough time around these people you will get hurt. Then there are so many wonderful people that see what you see and want all that you want. They are dealing with the same emotions and feelings as you. You are not alone. What could help is breaking away of that same record that is beautiful and has a big scratch in it. So each time you enjoy it so much then you hear the record skip and sound awful. It's time to buy another record that sounds amazing. You can play many different songs that will bring you ultimate joy. Then again you can play the old record you have bought and paid for and had many great memories of until the day it got damaged. Now you noticed I said it got damaged not you. You are and always will be very special, lovable, kind by nature. Because it is your choice. Your decision to make. I hope this helps. Thank you for writing and sharing. Wishing you a day of endless love. Writing may be many things to many people. I find it a world in our own world.

Robert Morgan on August 13, 2015:

Hi, Missy, I stopped by because I thought you had just published a new hub... Somehow I missed it. I saw the picture of Marlyn and of course I had to click on the poem. What a beautiful piece of work. I think every woman in the 21st century has experienced a little of what Marilyn went though. I do believe that Joe DiMaggio was deeply in love with her. But, who really knows. Thanks for the great poem. Blessings, Bobby

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on July 23, 2015:

Marilyn has always been a mystery to me aviannovice, maybe not even a mystery, but a person I understood on a deeper level. I think she was troubled, and yes; the drugs and alcohol made her deal with things at a more relaxed level. I've also always questioned her demise. She was troubled, but I think she was stronger than just offing herself with pills. There are plenty of conspiracy theories out there about how that really took place. I don't know myself, but I wouldn't shut my eyes to a possibility of a few of them; mainly the ones where the Kennedy's are mentioned.

Thank you for reading my poems. It's much appreciated. :)

Deb Hirt from Stillwater, OK on July 23, 2015:

Very well done. Marilyn was quite a girl, but her bravery came with drugs and alcohol, also her demise.

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on July 02, 2015:

That is so wonderful to hear DWDavisRSL. That's what I try so hard to do. I want to touch people with my words. Thank you! Thank you! :)

DW Davis from Eastern NC on July 02, 2015:

I could feel the angst and pain of the narrator as I read. Your poem touches the reader's heart.

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on June 06, 2015:

Thank you so much for your comment. I love reading them. :)

Kamalesh Chakraverty from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India on June 06, 2015:

Sad and Beautiful.

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