Shapes

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

The poem "Shapes" effectively creates a vivid and mysterious atmosphere through its imagery and use of language. The contrast between light and darkness, as well as the transformation of the moon's shape, adds depth to the poem. However, consider exploring more specific details or descriptions to enhance the overall impact of the piece. Additionally, you may want to further develop the theme or message you are conveying to create a stronger connection with the reader.

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I can see a couple of places where you might have done less.
[Inky] abyss, [silk] black blanket.
~ Geezer.
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yea Geez, but there is still a lot of emptyness anyhow. I think it's a pretty good job of nothing lmao. I think t's good that there is a little something for the follow upper to grab onto. :)

describing something is more like a telling than showing when you use metaphor or easier to start simile by using like and as then try metaphor by taking like and as out and see where it takes you it's a little more creative but it shows as opposed to tells and that is where you create imagery.

Next will be rewriting others' poems. Now I guess ya'll have noticed a drop in number of those still participating. This has resulted in my rethinking the last step. I had intended assigning each person another's poem to rewrite. But Now I am considering letting everybody rewrite all the submitted poems. But this being participant driven I'll ask for feedback on the direction ya'll prefer. Just post your thoughts here.

I wouldn't say this is without imagery or with the least or minimum of it. On the contrary, I thought it's a rich one with at least sight imagery

to give any texture or other sensory to. The images are such that any reference to taste, touch or smell will be lost on the reader. However, I will give it a go. ~ Geezer.
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Punching away shadows, shapes
Back were they came from, from the street
Lights smothering the Inky abyss and pockets
Above the silk black blanket
A sinister grin from a ghostly moon
that changed its shape
from a horn to a circular glow

Punching away shadows, shapes.
Back where they came from, from the gritty street
Lights smothering the pockets of odor with glare
Above the black, silk blanket
A sinister grin from the ghostly moon
that changed its shape
from a horn to a circular glow

Not much else you can do with what there is here,
without changing the poem a lot.
~ Geezer.

you need to do major changes when adding different types of imagery, but I believe you did well here as I said earlier.