The Future

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "The Future" presents a grim perspective on the current state of the world and its potential future. The themes of despair, poverty, disillusionment, and environmental destruction are powerful and resonate with many contemporary concerns.

However, the poem could benefit from a more structured approach to enhance its readability and impact. The use of punctuation is inconsistent, which can make it difficult for readers to follow the poem's rhythm and flow. Regularizing punctuation and ensuring each line is a complete thought could improve clarity.

The poem also contains some typographical errors and unconventional phrasing that may confuse readers. For example, "ithe baboon and his tress.claiming which craft," is unclear. Rectifying these errors and ensuring that each line makes sense in the context of the poem as a whole could strengthen its overall impact.

The poem's themes are potent, but they could be explored in more depth. For instance, the line "we have destroyed the natural for survival" could be expanded upon to provide more insight into the speaker's perspective on environmental destruction.

The poem's language is generally straightforward, but it could benefit from the use of more vivid and specific imagery. For example, instead of saying "the world so cold," the poem could describe specific aspects of the world that make it feel cold to the speaker.

Lastly, the poem's title, "The Future," suggests that it will offer some insight or prediction about the future. However, the poem primarily focuses on the present or the past. Incorporating more explicit references to the future could help the poem live up to its title.

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the structure is very important. As it is it is merely a statement, not poetry... my suggestion is to organize it by shortening the lines, something like this;

Sitting around wondering,
I raise my mind .
No hope still...
life keeps on turning.
Poverty is miserable,
dreams are disease.
Visions & missions turned to illusion.
The world, so cold,
trapped from the sky so old,
while the president seems so bold.
we have destroyed
the natural (need) for survival.
We have condemned both (i)
the baboon and his tress.
claiming (which craft,) should be (witchcraft)
it looks like this creation,
was introduction to desctruction (destruction)
in this generation
. the future.

this should make your poem more reader friendly! Welcome to Neopoet!

*hugs, Cat