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Jun 22, 2026
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Mind
Staring into the empty sky,
trying to catch a cloud.
Haven't seen the sun for a long time;
the clouds always have been aloud.
The chaos of the city never leaves me
alone.
Can't find a shade,
it's always pouring hard.
Have been looking for the sunshine for a
while-
the pages are now getting wet and tearing apart.
— winter, Jun 22, 2026
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Style/Type: Free verse
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2 weeks 2 days ago
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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem builds a sustained weather metaphor for an interior state, and the strongest moment is the final image, where the rain that has dominated the poem turns physical: the pages getting wet and tearing apart. That shift from the figurative sky to the literal object in hand gives the closing line a real charge, suggesting that the search for sunshine has begun to damage the very record of it. It is the most concrete image in the poem and earns its place at the end.
The opening also sets up a clear emotional landscape efficiently: the empty sky, the missing sun, the chaos of the city that "never leaves me / alone." That line break across "leaves me / alone" does quiet double work, since "leaves me alone" and "leaves me" land as two different meanings, and the enjambment lets both register.
One place that does not yet land is "the clouds always have been aloud." If "aloud" is intended literally, the connection between clouds and sound is not established anywhere else in the poem, so the image floats free of its surroundings. If "aloud" is a substitution for "allowed" or "around," the line currently reads as unclear rather than deliberate. Settling on the intended word, and giving the clouds a sound the poem can hear elsewhere if "aloud" is the goal, would let the line carry its weight.
The other opportunity is in the middle section, where the abstractions do some of the work the images could do better. Phrases like "the chaos of the city" and "looking for the sunshine" state the feeling rather than render it. The poem proves in its last line that it can show this state through a physical detail; bringing one or two more such concrete details into the middle, such as a specific street, sound, or object from the city, would let the metaphor do more and lean less on telling.
A small consistency note: the speaker "can't find a shade" while searching for sunshine, which sits slightly at odds, since shade is what one seeks from sun rather than from rain. Clarifying whether the speaker wants shelter from the rain or warmth from an absent sun would sharpen the central want the poem is circling.
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Geezer
2 weeks 2 days ago
I get ...
a dreary place, no growth. Is it a state of mind? Is the city holding him back? No resolution, just a feeling of damp repression. Is that the point? ~ Geezer.
winter
2 weeks 2 days ago
Spot on, Geezer! You hit the…
Spot on, Geezer! You hit the exact core of what I was aiming for. It really is a state of mind—that feeling of being completely trapped in your own overthinking where there is no neat resolution or escape, just that heavy, relentless rain. Thank you so much for reading and for connecting with that feeling so deeply.
Clentin Martin
2 weeks 1 day ago
Good poem. Liked it Welcome…
Good poem. Liked it
Welcome to Neopoet, shadow poetry is a great tool to discover various poetic forms! Gives examples and examines the forms! Keep writing!
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html
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