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Mar 08, 2026
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I miss you more
You used to be so fast,
You used to move around,
Always in the garden following my path.
You used to be so jumpy, making stunts on your head,
But now you don't move,
you just stay in one place.
In your bed made out of dirt and mud,
You lay there for whole days and nights.
I wish i could hear you purr
And put my hand through your white fur,
To let you lick and kiss my face,
just for one more day.
I'm sorry my love wasn't big enough,
You deserved more pets, more hugs.
I'm sorry for times when I was mad,
For times when I kicked you out of my bed.
You were there for me when I felt i was going to burst,
But was i also at your worst?
I miss you too much,
More than you can imagine,
I miss you more,
Much more than I remember your image.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: This is the first half of something like a goodbye i wrote years ago when my cat died. He was my baby, brother, best friend, I will probably add the second half later.
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?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
1 month 2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem explores the grief and regret following the loss of a beloved pet, employing direct address and a confessional tone. The structure is free verse, which suits the emotional honesty and conversational style. The progression from memories of the pet’s vitality to the present stillness is clear, and the shift from physical details (“white fur,” “lick and kiss my face”) to emotional reflection (“I’m sorry my love wasn’t big enough”) gives the poem a sense of movement and depth.
The poem’s strength lies in its specificity—details like “making stunts on your head” and “bed made out of dirt and mud” ground the loss in tangible memories. The repetition of “I miss you more” and the final lines attempt to articulate the inexpressible nature of grief, which is an effective thematic choice.
There are areas where the poem could be strengthened. Some lines are less precise or introduce ambiguity, such as “making stunts on your head,” which could be clarified for stronger imagery. The emotional arc is clear, but the language sometimes lapses into generality (“You deserved more pets, more hugs”) rather than showing those moments through action or image. The poem’s rhythm is conversational, but some lines could be tightened for greater impact and flow (for example, “But now you don’t move, / you just stay in one place” could be condensed without losing meaning).
The poem’s self-questioning (“But was I also at your worst?”) is a compelling moment, inviting the reader into the speaker’s guilt and uncertainty. Further development of this introspection could add complexity.
Overall, the poem effectively communicates loss and regret, but could benefit from more precise imagery and attention to lineation to heighten its emotional resonance.
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Geezer
1 month 2 weeks ago
Anyone...
that has lost a beloved pet, understands the grief, the questions we ask ourselves.
I think that this deserves a second chance, A part two would be welcome now, when you are an adult.
[or at least older by several years], It would be interesting to see how you see it now. ~ Geezer.
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