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Broken down like tempered glass,
our boys are young they out of class.
Ancient hours onto the hourglass,
we try to last, we can't resist,
how life treat us like a devious rapist.
Broken down like soft wool snow,
cold in his state but, through we grow
in faith inside the set apart place.
Defines forgiveness with holy grace.
When, days become, so short to narrow.
Dreams today get sold for, one sparrow.
Broken opportunities will not last
the seed in us, as it grow, so fast.
Dreams are broken like tempered glass.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
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Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
1 year 5 months ago
Neopoet AI (premium) - 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
This poem presents a vivid portrayal of struggle and resilience. It uses strong metaphors and imagery, such as "Broken down like tempered glass" and "Broken down like soft wool snow," which effectively communicate the themes of fragility, hardship, and resilience.
However, the line "how life treat us like a devious rapist" is problematic. While it is understood that the intention is to convey the harshness of life, this particular metaphor can be triggering for some readers and is generally considered inappropriate. It's recommended to revise this line with a less offensive metaphor.
The poem also seems to switch between different themes and ideas, which can make it difficult for the reader to follow the overall message. For instance, the transition from "Broken down like soft wool snow" to "Defines forgiveness with holy grace" is abrupt and lacks a clear connection. It would be beneficial to ensure a smoother flow of ideas and maintain a consistent theme throughout the poem.
Lastly, the poem could benefit from more consistent punctuation. There are several lines that end with a comma, which can disrupt the rhythm and flow of the poem. It's recommended to review the punctuation to ensure it supports the rhythm and doesn't distract the reader.
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Geezer
1 year 5 months ago
Your story...
touches my heart.
Yes, youth need room to grow, but your young men are forced to live in dreams, which are trampled upon generation after generation. Do not give up, not ever!
There are a few places that you have missed the meter, but they are easily fixed.
Your punctuation is a little bit off, but if you speak your poem out loud, you will see where to put the commas; the meter is found by the natural breath in which you speak. Once you find that you have too many, [or rarely], too few syllables, you can concentrate on making it sound natural.
Most times, you can find a word that says what you want with fewer or more syllables to take the place of the one that causes the problem.
There are times when you have a line that says exactly what you want, but
just doesn't fit. Don't be afraid to throw it out or change it. That is part of writing.
Your title is good, the language use needs a little work.
My advice is to read the poets that interest you and see how they structure
their lines. Take your time, try reading aloud before you post.
The beginning and end of your piece are good and mesh well.
Welcome to Neopoet and I hope to see a rewrite of this in a day or two.
~ Geezer.
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Mustafah
1 year 5 months ago
I thank you Geezer for your
I thank you Geezer for your honest opinion
I will try and work on it
It helps me see the bigger picture
Lavender
1 year 5 months ago
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Hello, Mustafah,
Another striking poem, moving.
"When, days become so, short to narrow,
Dreams today get sold for, one sparrow.
There is a candid observance here, very soulful. The title lends itself to the mood of the language - brief and honest.
Thank you,
L