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Aug 04, 2025
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Names in the Wind!
From under the rubble, they rise—
Men, women, and
children in black,
covered with
the blood of memories,
cradled in the ashes of fear,
among the burned,
weeping olive trees.
Accused for loving their land,
guilty for calling for freedom.
And their calls echoed
through the land
of lost lullabies.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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neopoet
1 month 3 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem employs stark imagery and concise language to evoke a sense of collective trauma and resilience. The opening lines—“From under the rubble, they rise— / Men, women, and / children in black”—immediately situate the reader in a post-catastrophe landscape, using visual cues (“in black,” “rubble”) to suggest mourning and devastation. The phrase “blood of memories” is metaphorically rich, intertwining violence with the persistence of the past, while “cradled in the ashes of fear” extends the motif of destruction and emotional aftermath.
The mention of “weeping olive trees” introduces a symbol with cultural and historical resonance, often associated with peace, endurance, and the Mediterranean region. This image deepens the sense of loss, as even the landscape participates in the mourning.
The lines “Accused for loving their land, / guilty for calling for freedom” shift from description to indictment, suggesting the unjust persecution of the subjects. The poem’s syntax here is direct, reinforcing the clarity and urgency of the message.
The final stanza—“And their calls echoed / through the land / of lost lullabies”—transitions from the physical to the auditory and emotional. The phrase “land of lost lullabies” is evocative, hinting at innocence lost and the silencing of comfort or hope. The use of “echoed” suggests persistence and the refusal to be silenced, even in the face of overwhelming grief.
Structurally, the poem’s short lines and enjambment contribute to a sense of fragmentation, mirroring the subject matter. The poem avoids excessive ornamentation, allowing the imagery and thematic content to take precedence.
One area for possible development is the balance between specificity and universality. The poem’s references are broad enough to invite multiple interpretations, but incorporating more concrete details could deepen the emotional impact and situate the narrative more firmly. Additionally, the poem’s tone is consistently somber; introducing tonal or imagistic variation might provide contrast and complexity.
Overall, the poem effectively conveys a narrative of suffering and endurance, using imagery and structure to reinforce its themes.
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Geezer
1 month 3 weeks ago
Your metaphorical statements…
Your metaphorical statements are clearly magnified by the starkness of your lines. I do not know what will become of us humans in the long run, but we can only hope that the values and mores that we so sorely lack in these present bodies, will once again, be in fashion when the drive to meet our maker, results in a face-to-face interview. "And what have you done to improve the universe?" Thank you for continuing to put the horrors of war in our faces. ~ Geez.
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Rula
1 month 3 weeks ago
Dear sir
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. If only my words would touch the"deaf" hearts!
A very deep sigh here.
Much appreciate it
Ruby Lord
1 month 3 weeks ago
This is so very sad and yet…
This is so very sad and yet appropriate. The shortness of your sentences give power to your voice. The use of identifiable objects, the olive trees, the rubble, the ashes puts the reader in the same place as those victims of war.
We should never forget, yet here we are again, witnesses to genocide & persecution.
Ruby xx
Rula
1 month 3 weeks ago
Alas!
dear Ruby.
Totally agree!
Much appreciate reading this one. It means a lot 😥
Lavender
1 month 3 weeks ago
Names in the Wind
Hello, Rula,
Sobering and still. As it should be.
Your last stanza is painfully powerful.
I agree with Ruby - here we are... again.
Much love,
Lx
Rula
1 month 3 weeks ago
Much love
to you all my dear friends.
Your support means the world to me 🙏🏻
You're priceless!💎