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I'm done
Emptiness hangs, a lonesome chamber,
Blank pages devoid of words.
All around nature's resplendent,
It's found it's voice at last.
The owl with it's call of wisdom,
That squirrel with it's quest to survive.
And awesome, as silent gliding of birds,
Crazy gets blocked out of this time.
For anger's no longer in residence,
In a mind that whispers it is done.
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neopoet
5 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem captures a contemplative mood, exploring themes of emptiness, nature’s voice, and the cessation of anger. The imagery of "emptiness hangs, a lonesome chamber" effectively sets a tone of solitude and quiet reflection. The contrast between the blank pages and the vibrant natural world is compelling, suggesting a shift from internal silence to external awareness.
There are a few areas where clarity and flow could be enhanced. For example, the line "All around nature's resplendent, / It's found it's voice at last" could be rephrased for grammatical precision—"it's" should be "its" to indicate possession. Additionally, the phrase "Crazy gets blocked out of this time" feels somewhat abrupt and could benefit from further development or rewording to clarify what "crazy" represents and how it is being excluded.
The poem’s rhythm varies, which can be effective, but some lines might gain from more consistent meter or deliberate variation to strengthen the reading experience. For instance, the line "And awesome, as silent gliding of birds," is slightly awkward; consider revising to "As awesome as the silent glide of birds" for smoother flow.
Finally, the concluding lines convey a powerful resolution—"For anger's no longer in residence, / In a mind that whispers it is done." This ending anchors the poem’s emotional journey well. Overall, refining grammatical details and enhancing certain images could deepen the poem’s impact.
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Geezer
5 months 1 week ago
I'm thinking...
that "this brain" has decided that it will no longer be fixated on certain issues. It is done. ~ Geez.
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Tigger Kaz
5 months 1 week ago
Close but
Close but actually I cut off my narcissistic mother, after years of taking her poison.
Drip drip it fed me,
Poisoning my mind.
Her goal to control me,
Except I wasn't that blind.
I woke up to her gaslighting,
I heard the menace in her voice.
I felt each and every intention,
I knew it was by her choice.
The start of another poem I guess.
Out of misery and pain, comes many poetic verses. Poetry is cathartic, it's been my best way to let it all out in a safe way.
Candlewitch
5 months 1 week ago
hello T. Kaz
Very good.... the last two lines are something I long for.
Always, Cat
John Leslie O'Kelley
5 months 1 week ago
I'm done!
I enjoyed this write, but as for me I'm never done being angry. It's seems unavoidable I just can't run and hide, but I am happy that you can. I liked the line "crazy gets blocked out this time. Please read mine and comment if you'd like.
Tigger Kaz
5 months 1 week ago
Angers done but memories don't fade
Anger's done because it holds no purpose.
Memories will never fade. Indelible scar, can't be removed. But peace is found in ceasing the anger. Time can heal when peace replaces anger.
Just need to figure out why my phone didn't actually block their number - meaning Voicemail messages are being left.
My phone isn't ringing, but the person is able to leave VMs.
Maybe I need to change my number?
But chronic illness makes it difficult for me to remember new things, like a new number.
Oh what a mess.
John Leslie O'Kelley
5 months 1 week ago
Tigger Kazz
I feel for you T.K. my mother was a bitch too.