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Beyond the distant horizon!

When will my tired eyes stop crying,
when will my ears cease to burn?
The sky is blood red, with the colors
of Armageddon,
but there is still time to learn.
Learn to turn our swords
into packages of hope.
Turn our axes into plowshares.
Turn our hearts from stone
to malleable clay.
A place where all our wishes come true!
Somewhere beyond the bow in the sky
a place where our grandchildren
can find peace.
A place where deity and man become one!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: A final dream of hope and protection. A projection of what might still come true. Where all of our dreams fuse together and render us brothers and sisters

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Ogden, Utah, USA

Favorite Poets: Jon Anderson, Jon Ondrasik, Donald Fagen, Sting, Eric Bloom , and all of the poets at neo.

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neopoet

1 month ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem employs apocalyptic imagery and biblical allusion to explore themes of transformation and hope. The opening lines establish a tone of exhaustion and anguish, with “tired eyes” and “ears…burn[ing],” effectively conveying a sense of weariness in the face of ongoing turmoil. The “blood red” sky and reference to “Armageddon” situate the poem within a tradition of eschatological poetry, invoking both fear and the possibility of renewal.

The poem’s central movement hinges on the imperative to “learn,” specifically to transform instruments of violence (“swords,” “axes”) into symbols of hope and productivity (“packages of hope,” “plowshares”). This echoes the biblical phrase “beat their swords into plowshares,” grounding the poem in a familiar moral framework. The transition from “hearts of stone” to “malleable clay” continues the motif of transformation, suggesting the potential for personal and collective change.

The latter section shifts from the concrete to the ideal, invoking utopian imagery: “A place where all our wishes come true!” and “Somewhere beyond the bow in the sky.” The “bow in the sky” likely alludes to the rainbow as a symbol of covenant and hope, reinforcing the poem’s movement from despair toward aspiration. The closing lines envision a future of peace for descendants and a unity between “deity and man,” culminating in a vision of reconciliation and fulfillment.

The poem’s structure is loosely organized, relying on enjambment and short lines to create a sense of urgency and momentum. However, the rhetorical progression from lament to hope could be strengthened by developing the transition more gradually, allowing for greater emotional resonance. The imagery, while evocative, occasionally lapses into abstraction (“a place where all our wishes come true!”), which may dilute the impact of the more concrete earlier images.

Overall, the poem’s use of religious and apocalyptic motifs is effective in conveying its themes, but further attention to specificity and emotional pacing could enhance its persuasiveness and depth.

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Geezer

Geezer

1 month ago

Your title...

 is good and does give a sense of the theme.
The language is good, plain stuff that anyone should understand.
I followed the theme very well, from beginning to end with no trouble, 
and have the same hopes and aspirations for humankind. Well said sir! 
~ Geez.
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Leslie

Leslie

4 weeks 1 day ago

Sir G

You seemed to be the only person who resonated with the poem. Maybe it wasn't the best, but I gave it my all!