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For Those We Lost
When the world
Travels in it's dreams,
I think of those that
Left us, it seems.
Grief is a house guest
That never packs,
Leaving their belongings
Right where we’re at.
It is a walk
In the middle of
Times Square,
When you find
A moment
No one is there.
The memories
Make time freeze,
Still you can’t feel
The afternoon breeze.
Things you never said
Feel like unforgivable sins,
Even if the criminal
Named death
Will never pay
For crimes
Against grieving souls.
Up there,
I hope and pray
Pain is so far
It fades to Neverland.
I can see their smiles
Light dark city streets,
As sadness finally
Finds moonlight.
Oh, it would be a gift
To have a second or two
With them, to see
That love is more
Than Hallmark cards
Could ever write.
Yeah, Saint Peter,
How do I put
My name on a visitor’s list
For those who reside
In the chambers of my soul?
Can these dreams
Be cashed in
For a moment
With all of you?
Till then,
I will look up
So you can see
What I’m up to.
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neopoet
3 months 2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem approaches grief and remembrance with accessible language and familiar imagery, aiming for emotional resonance. The opening lines introduce a gentle ambiguity—“When the world / Travels in their dreams”—which could benefit from clarification. The phrase is evocative but imprecise, potentially leaving readers uncertain about its meaning or the speaker’s intent.
The metaphor of grief as a “house guest / That never packs” is concrete and relatable, grounding the poem in a domestic image. However, the subsequent lines—“Leaving their belongings / Right where we’re at”—could be refined for clarity and impact; the phrase “where we’re at” is conversational but may dilute the emotional weight.
The stanza set in Times Square effectively juxtaposes public space and private isolation, though the transition into this scene is abrupt. The poem might benefit from a smoother movement between interior and exterior landscapes, or a clearer connection between these settings.
The poem’s exploration of regret—“Things you never said / Feel like unforgivable sins”—introduces a moral register that is compelling but could be deepened. The metaphor of death as a “criminal” is familiar, and the poem risks cliché here. Consider developing this idea with more specificity or fresh language.
The reference to “Neverland” and the direct address to Saint Peter introduce religious and mythic allusions. These references are recognizable but somewhat conventional; they serve the poem’s longing for reunion but do not offer new insight into the experience of loss. The poem’s rhetorical questions—“How do I put / My name on a visitor’s list”—are effective in conveying yearning, though the tone occasionally veers toward sentimentality, especially in lines referencing Hallmark cards.
The closing lines—“I will look up / So you can see / What I’m up to”—offer a gentle, hopeful resolution. The gesture is simple and direct, though it might be strengthened by a more vivid or surprising image.
Overall, the poem’s strengths lie in its clear emotional intent and accessible metaphors. Greater attention to originality of language, precision of imagery, and transitions between ideas could enhance its impact and avoid reliance on familiar tropes. Consider revisiting some of the more conventional phrases and exploring the poem’s emotional landscape with more specificity and nuance.
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Candlewitch
3 months 2 weeks ago
Dear Paul,
Sad news arrived in the mail yesterday. I was informed that my old friend and lab partner has passed away most recently. Her male counter part had passed the year before. I hope they will walk hand in hand, laughing, in some far land. I will miss them, but I cherish and celebrate their lives.
This is a beautiful, thoughtful poem. I admire it very much...
always a fan, Cat
Apostolos "Pau…
3 months 2 weeks ago
Thank you Cat
Hope you and Steve have a happy New Year in 2026 great to hear from you. I'm sorry to hear about your friend you never leave even though we don't see them we're with them all the time that's what I feel
Lavender
3 months 2 weeks ago
For Those We Lost
Hello, Paul,
"Grief is a houseguest..." That entire second stanza really cuts deeply. I felt this one throughout.
An endearing and relatable piece.
Thank you,
L
Apostolos "Pau…
3 months 2 weeks ago
thank you Diane
for your words and time always a pleasure to hear fro you
Lavender
3 months 2 weeks ago
Hi, Paul,
Most welcome!
D
Mark
3 months 2 weeks ago
Paul, thank you for sharing!…
Paul, thank you for sharing! This is a deeply moving piece that captures the weight of missing someone in a very relatable way.
Your use of English is impressive - you use metaphors in a way that feels both fresh and sincere. You have a gift for taking big, abstract feelings (like grief and love) and making them feel like physical objects we can see and touch.
Keep writing - your perspective is very clear and touching.
Best,
Mark
Apostolos "Pau…
3 months 2 weeks ago
thank you
Mark thank you for your time and words always great to hear from you
Geezer
3 months 2 weeks ago
I was...
particularly struck by the phrase of:
"Grief is a house guest
That never packs,
Leaving their belongings
Right where we’re at."
I got the impression that you meant a guest that comes to visit and leaves their suitcase and belongings underfoot and in the way. Ever-present! The sentimentality is laudable and seems real. ~ Geez.
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Apostolos "Pau…
3 months 2 weeks ago
thank you
always a pleasure hearing from you