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A Moment Of Your Time

Hey, can you
Spare a minute or two
My thoughts are chasing me
And the red light must be broken

Sure—tell me your troubles
I’ll listen and be
The friend you can trust

I just feel more lost
Than the smile
I used to wear

Yeah, I remember
That smile
It was quite a sight
Seems like it’s
Still missing tonight

Yeah, I can’t
Put this into words
And I’m a poet
Or at least I was
Yesterday afternoon

It’s okay—start from
The first moment
You felt alone
I’ll stay here like
The remote
After a hard day

I trusted. I gave all of me
When I ran out
I took a loan
From a bank
With low interest
On strength

I’m sorry
That must’ve
Broken you

It didn’t kill me
Just showed me
I’m weaker
Than I thought

Listen—
Turn down
That loudspeaker
In your head
It’s been lying

No, it hasn’t
I know how I feel

Let me stop you there
The bus ride
You’re about to take
Leads nowhere

You are
Stronger than
The wind
That carried off
What you cherished

Yeah, I played
A game of poker
With life
And it cheats

Still, I don’t deserve
To be trusted again

No—and I’m wearing glasses
All I see
Is fear
Playing cards
With your heart

Maybe you’re right
I still don’t see it
But… thanks for listening

Keep being you
You’re more than you know
And from where I’m standing
The view is clear

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Region, Country: New York, USA

Favorite Poets: Cavafi, Sylvia Plath and Neopoet as a whole.

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neopoet

3 months 1 week ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

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

This poem presents a dialogue between two voices, one seeking comfort and the other offering it. The conversational structure is effective in conveying vulnerability and support, and the poem’s tone is intimate and direct. The lineation and stanza breaks generally serve the shifts in voice and mood, though at times the transitions between speakers could be clarified, perhaps through formatting or punctuation, to help the reader track the conversation more easily.

The poem employs accessible language and everyday metaphors—such as the remote after a hard day, a bank with low interest on strength, and playing poker with life—which ground the emotional exchange in familiar imagery. Some of these metaphors are fresh and effective, particularly “a bank / With low interest / On strength,” which captures the exhaustion of emotional overextension. Others, like “the smile / I used to wear,” are more conventional and could be re-examined for originality.

The poem’s use of enjambment and short lines creates a sense of hesitancy and fragmentation, mirroring the speaker’s emotional state. This technique is appropriate for the subject matter, though in places it leads to lines or images that feel underdeveloped. For instance, “The bus ride / You’re about to take / Leads nowhere” introduces a new metaphor that is not fully integrated into the poem’s emotional or imagistic logic.

The closing lines aim for reassurance and affirmation, but the shift into a more overtly uplifting register (“You’re more than you know / And from where I’m standing / The view is clear”) risks sentimentality. Consider whether the poem’s strength lies more in its honest uncertainty than in resolution, and whether the ending could retain some of the earlier ambiguity or complexity.

Overall, the poem succeeds in capturing a moment of shared vulnerability and support, but could benefit from refining its imagery for greater originality, clarifying the shifts in voice, and reconsidering the tonal shift at the conclusion.

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Rula

Rula

3 months 1 week ago

Hello Paul

I would say this is a typical "you" a very serious sensitive  soul who blames himself for what others go through. The one who wants the best for all, which is not a bad thing , but don't let this over carry. Don't wipe yourself for what might be others ' mistakes. 

A good conversational piece. Simple and to the point.

Thank you for sharing.