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Poet

I’m talentless, but stirred to scribe.
Least member of the rhymester tribe.
I’ll never paint a work of art,
but ‘neath my rhymes there beats a heart.

A heart of gold, not heart of stone.
A mortal, made of flesh and bone.
A poet, who a Muse once kissed,
Then vanished like the morning mist.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: have pity

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 - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Buxton, Derbyshire., GBR

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neopoet

neopoet

11 months ago

Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Poet" effectively captures the essence of self-awareness and humility in the face of creative pursuits. The use of rhyme and rhythm adds a musical quality to the poem, enhancing its overall impact. The imagery of being a member of the "rhymester tribe" and the reference to a Muse kissing the poet provide depth and evoke a sense of longing and transience. To further enhance the poem, you may consider exploring more vivid and specific imagery to paint a clearer picture for the reader. Additionally, experimenting with different poetic devices or structures could add layers of complexity to your work.

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

11 months ago

hello Blue Eyes,

I much admire this poem and it's creation... my favorite lines are:

A poet, who a Muse once kissed,
Then vanished like the morning mist.

you have described the way I often feel after a poem leaves my pen.

*hugs, Cat

Geezer

Geezer

11 months ago

Like we all...

are different, so too, our muses. Mine ranges freely over many subjects and places; sometimes, she gets sidetracked and goes missing for extended periods of time. I worry sometimes, that she will not come back, but she shows up professing her undying love, and all is forgiven. I suspect that your muse is the same. She has delivered a nice little tidbit and will pause for her kiss. Give her a big smacker and she will reward you time and time again. ~Geez.
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