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Jan 18, 2026
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My Mountain
Hercules wouldn't dare climb it,
My great mountain,
My colossal heap of things unsaid.
"Mount Silence", it stands tall and endless,
Stabbing at my sky like a mighty dagger,
Stabbing, stabbing until blue bleeds red
The dagger, digging deep, slicing my sky
Behold! With the blood, Silence writes, name after name upon my sky.
The red there outstanding,
My truth therein, outpouring
All the while, I cannot bear -
Nor does my heart harbour a lonely care
To see the names of the demons that haunt my heart's hell.
Here, so madly penned
In stunning red upon a bleeding blue
Into their eyes I will not stare,
Even as they glare,
I shan't dare.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
neopoet
3 months ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem employs vivid and intense imagery to convey the emotional weight of unspoken thoughts and inner turmoil. The metaphor of a "mountain" as a "colossal heap of things unsaid" is effective in illustrating the burden of suppressed emotions. The personification of Silence as a force that "writes, name after name upon my sky" using "blood" adds a haunting and visceral dimension to the poem.
The repeated use of "stabbing" and the transformation of the sky from blue to red create a strong visual and emotional impact, emphasizing pain and conflict. However, the phrase "My truth therein, outpouring / All the while, I cannot bare" contains a homophone error: "bare" should be "bear" to correctly convey the intended meaning of enduring or tolerating.
The poem’s tone fluctuates between defiance and vulnerability, especially in the closing lines where the speaker refuses to confront the "demons" directly, which adds complexity to the emotional landscape. The use of archaic language such as "shan't" and "harbour" contributes to a formal tone but may feel slightly inconsistent with the otherwise contemporary voice.
Structurally, the poem flows well, but some lines could benefit from tighter phrasing to enhance rhythm and clarity. For example, "The red there outstanding" might be reworked for smoother readability.
Overall, the poem successfully captures the struggle of internal pain and silence, but attention to word choice and minor grammatical corrections would strengthen its impact.
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Candlewitch
3 months ago
hello W. A.
From my mountain of pain, I see you standing there on your mountain of silence... and realize that we are not so different... the lines that really resonate with me, are:
The red there outstanding,
My truth therein, outpouring
All the while, I cannot bear -
Nor does my heart harbour a lonely care
To see the names of the demons that haunt my heart's hell.
very fondly, Cat
Lavender
2 months 4 weeks ago
My Mountain
Hello, WA,
Almost like a soliloquy - I can really hear your voice in this! Very strong.
Thank you!
L