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Jun 24, 2026
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Give way to love,
you wounded dove.
Kiss the arrow that pierced you—
it was cut from the Cedar you once called home,
the one that gave you shelter from the storms of June.
How you forget,
Ear of wheat,
that you were once a seedling
with a liquid spine.
The hand you now curse
gave way to life.
Did you not love the sun and the rain?
The wind that blew on your face,
And the earth that held you in place?
O bleeding heart,
"Love is not love which alters..."
— Cpwe Skele, Jun 24, 2026
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About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Draft
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2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem's central conceit — tracking a single wounded figure through the transforming images of dove, cedar, seedling, and ear of wheat — has genuine coherence, and the movement from wound to growth to ripeness earns its emotional logic. The line "with a liquid spine" is the strongest moment: it makes the seedling's vulnerability visceral and surprising in a way the surrounding lines do not quite match. The closing Shakespeare quotation also lands with some force because the poem has been building, quietly, toward exactly that argument.
The main place where the poem loses traction is in the third stanza, which shifts into a series of rhetorical questions that feel more explanatory than evocative. "Did you not love the sun and the rain" names the speaker's meaning rather than enacting it, and the rhyme of "face" and "place" in that stanza is the only end-rhyme pair in that section, which gives it an accidental, slightly sing-song quality out of keeping with the rest of the poem's texture. One concrete revision to consider: rather than asking whether the figure loved sun, wind, and earth, the poem might instead return to one of the earlier image-systems — the cedar, the seedling — and let the memory of shelter or growth do the persuasive work that the questions are currently being asked to carry. The emotional stakes are already present in the imagery; the questions risk spelling out what the poem has already shown.
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streshenkofftheresa
1 week 4 days ago
Awesome
Wow this is such a powerful write I think you did an amazing job conveying emotion here
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