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Do you know that feeling?
Do you know that feeling
At the back of your throat
When you’re about to cry?
“No,” she says, “but how?
That’s not fair.
Why do I know that
feeling so well?”
So I ask,
“Have you ever felt
limited by time,
and you were onlu twelve
when you heard them say
only a few months left
until she’s dead?”
You loved her so much,
your dearest grandma,
the hero in your story,
the light in your world,
her ice cream in the fridge
and cookies on the shelf.
But they would be gone.
Who would’ve thought?
I didn’t know why,
but I felt it
right then—
a rock in my throat,
a dagger in my heart,
butterflies in my stomach
all at once.
Now you tell me,
how don’t you know it?
That feeling
when it has been
my dearest friend
since I was twelve.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Simce it’s the month of March and it’s a month to celebrate women i wanted to write something about my grandmas, but one of them died. And i couldn’t just write about her pertending that it didn’t happen. I will write another poem about those six months if not more than one poem since they were some of the most defining months for me in my entire life, whish arguabely isn’t that long. And i feel like only after i have shared how i have felt, and you will see that it didn’t end up great in any way, I can express what a beautiful soul she was.
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
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neopoet
1 month 2 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem explores the physical and emotional sensations of grief, particularly as experienced in childhood. The structure alternates between direct address and internal reflection, creating a conversational tone that invites the reader into the speaker’s vulnerability. The poem’s central image—“that feeling / at the back of your throat / when you’re about to cry”—serves as a motif, anchoring the narrative in the body’s response to loss.
The dialogue between the speaker and “she” introduces an external perspective, which helps to highlight the isolating nature of grief. The poem’s emotional arc is clear: it moves from questioning and confusion to a vivid recounting of loss and, finally, to a resigned familiarity with sorrow.
Some lines, such as “you were onlu twelve / when you heard them say / only a few months left / until she’s dead?” effectively convey the bluntness with which children can be confronted by mortality. The inclusion of sensory details—“her ice cream in the fridge / and cookies on the shelf”—grounds the poem in concrete memories, making the impending loss more tangible.
There are a few areas where the poem could be strengthened. The transition between the dialogue and the speaker’s internal monologue could be clarified, as the shifts in perspective may cause brief confusion. The line “and you were onlu twelve” appears to contain a typographical error (“onlu” instead of “only”). The poem relies heavily on familiar metaphors for grief (“a rock in my throat, / a dagger in my heart, / butterflies in my stomach”), which, while accurate, might benefit from more original or unexpected imagery to deepen the reader’s engagement.
The poem’s conclusion—“That feeling / when it has been / my dearest friend / since I was twelve”—effectively encapsulates the long-term impact of early loss. The choice to address the reader directly throughout the poem creates intimacy, but the poem could further explore the complexities of that intimacy, perhaps by complicating the relationship between the speaker and the addressee.
Overall, the poem presents a clear emotional narrative and uses accessible language to convey the universality of grief, but it may benefit from more distinctive imagery and a more seamless integration of dialogue and reflection.
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Geezer
1 month 2 weeks ago
I think...
that you have tried to blend a couple ideas into too few lines.
“No,” she says, “but how?
That’s not fair.
Why do I know that
feeling so well?”
It would make much better sense, to say:
"No, and that's not fair,
how did you know
I was going to cry?
Why, do I know that feeling so well?
The last six lines are important.
"Now, you tell me;
"How don't you know it?
That feeling...
when it has been my
dearest friend
since I was twelve.
Having been twelve when I lost my grandmother,
i was devastated; she was living with my Aunt, [her daughter], so there weren't any cookies or ice cream in the freezer, but I lost contact with one of the gentlest souls I have ever met.
Good story from a teenager's perspective. Think about the narrator just needs to get the syntax and clarity right. ~ Geezer.
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Lenka Bojadžievski
1 month 2 weeks ago
Thank you, I will try to…
Thank you, I will try to figure out the syntax but it is going to take some time since English is not mu first language. Thank you so much for you support.
Geezer
1 month 2 weeks ago
It is my...
pleasure to help our poets make the most out of their work. I understand that it is difficult to speak and write in English, my advice is to read in English whenever you can and read the poets here that interest you. Good luck and hope to see you writing and commenting. [Commenting doesn't have to be technical, just honest]. Tell the author how this made you feel. We appreciate it. ~ Geezer.
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Lenka Bojadžievski
1 month 1 week ago
Thank you
Your support really means a lot to me even if I don’t know you, just thank you so much , I was having a bad week and this really made me feel better.