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Neopoem Of The Week Contest April 30th To May 6th 2023

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My Humble Requiem

As I ponder on my mortality,
On the how, the why and the when
I think on the thoughts I'll leave behind
And create my humble requiem

Be kind, that's it
should I stop right here ?
No. a lifetime of experience
needs much more I fear

Hug hard, smile often
Love with all your heart
Laugh out loud, sing louder still
Make your whole life art

We are only here for a few short years
So weave a tapestry of friends
Party hard with many beers
Have no regrets when it comes to the end

As you reach your final countdown
And your apocalypse comes to call
Smile quietly remembering you learned
to say "Up yours" and "stuff them all"

By Leanne Hogton

— Leanne Hogton, May 02, 2023

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Lancashire UK

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neopoet

neopoet

1 month 1 week ago

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem presents a candid and spirited reflection on mortality, blending earnest advice with a touch of irreverence. The conversational tone invites readers into a personal meditation that evolves into a call for embracing life fully.

Strengths: - The progression from contemplation to lively exhortation creates a dynamic arc, moving from introspection to celebration. - The use of imperatives ("Be kind," "Hug hard," "Smile often") effectively conveys the poem’s core messages with immediacy and clarity. - The informal, colloquial language in the closing lines adds personality and a rebellious edge, which contrasts interestingly with the earlier earnestness.

Areas for enhancement: - Consider refining the poem’s rhythm and meter to create a more consistent flow. Some lines feel uneven in length and cadence, which can disrupt the reading experience. - The rhyme scheme is irregular; establishing a more consistent pattern or deliberately varying it could strengthen the poem’s musicality. - The phrase "party hard with many beers" introduces a casual tone that might feel jarring to some readers; exploring alternative imagery that balances festivity with depth could broaden the poem’s appeal. - The closing couplet’s shift to defiant language ("Up yours" and "stuff them all") is striking but may benefit from smoother integration with the preceding lines to maintain tonal coherence.

Overall, the poem’s heartfelt message about living fully and authentically resonates well, and with attention to structural elements, it could achieve greater poetic impact.

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Geezer

Geezer

3 years 1 month ago

I felt that..

the poem had some rough spots, but rather than change
your stanzas radically, I could use your own words and still make this smoother.

As I ponder on my mortality
on the how, the why, and when
I think on the thoughts I leave behind
and create my humble requiem

Be kind, that's it
should I stop right here?
No, the experience of my lifetime
needs much more I fear

Laugh loud, sing louder still
make your whole life art
Hug hard and smile real often
love with all your heart

We're only here for a few short years
so weave a tapestry of friends
Party hard with many beers
have no regrets at the end

As you reach your final countdown
and your apocalypse comes to call
Smile quietly, remember that you learned
to say "Up yours and "stuff them all"

As you can see, all I did in most cases, was to switch a few lines around and delete a few words
that didn't have any major impact on the piece itself. I am a big proponent of less is often more.

Of course, you may use anything I have given you, change what you feel is better, and in general
ignore anything or all of it. Good luck with the poem of the week. ~ Geezer.
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