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Survival.
I told myself it wasn’t that bad
Others had suffered more,
Others had drowned in deeper waters—
I was fine.
So I buried my past
beneath the garden.
Now the roses
won’t stop screaming.
Their thorns caught the memories,
petals split with grief.
They bleed colors
of pain I never named.
Deafening and agonizing—
The sounds they cried.
Forcing the echo of terror
into my bones.
With every cry for help,
every beg for relief,
I feel my heart
caught in my throat.
Relentless sobs
keep me awake
night
after night,
I thought of digging up
what I had buried—
to ease the pain,
to forget once again.
Instead,
I step into the garden—
I press my palms
to the soil and thorns…
And whisper:
I hear you,
I see you,
I’m here…
A hush fell across the grounds—
I walked the path
and collected the tears of
those still weeping.
I poured them into the soil,
where memory rooted deep.
Sowing validation
and acceptance.
By morning,
the garden bloomed
as they whispered
prayers for healing.
I cry for the flowers,
for their fallen petals—
That they had to endure
the past I buried to survive.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I'm gonna need some honest feedback on this one. Maybe some revisions, or a new title... I've been staring at it for too long. I'm too close with this one.
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
neopoet
3 weeks 6 days ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem employs a clear extended metaphor, using a garden and its roses as embodiments of buried trauma and the process of survival. The choice to externalize internal pain through the physical imagery of screaming roses and bleeding petals is effective, providing a visceral anchor for the reader. The metaphor is sustained throughout, lending cohesion to the narrative arc.
Structurally, the poem is divided into distinct movements: denial and suppression, confrontation with the consequences, and finally, a tentative acceptance and healing. The progression is logical and emotionally resonant, with the shift from avoidance (“buried my past”) to engagement (“I step into the garden”) marking a turning point. The use of enjambment and short lines in the later stanzas mirrors the halting, tentative process of facing pain.
Imagery is a strength here, particularly in lines such as “Their thorns caught the memories, / petals split with grief,” and “I poured them into the soil, / where memory rooted deep.” These lines evoke both the violence and the possibility of growth inherent in the healing process. The personification of the garden allows for a dialogue between self and memory, culminating in the act of validation (“I hear you, / I see you, / I’m here…”).
There is some repetition of emotional states (“cry for help,” “relentless sobs,” “cry for the flowers”), which reinforces the poem’s themes but may risk redundancy. Consider whether each instance adds new emotional or narrative information, or if some could be condensed for greater impact. The phrase “Sewing validation / and acceptance” appears to use “sewing” where “sowing” might be intended; if intentional, it introduces a secondary metaphor, but if not, it could be clarified.
The poem’s diction is generally direct and accessible, which suits the confessional tone. However, certain abstractions (“pain I never named,” “prayers for healing”) could be further grounded in sensory detail to deepen the reader’s immersion. The final stanza effectively circles back to the initial act of burying, creating a sense of closure and reflection.
Overall, the poem demonstrates a thoughtful approach to metaphor and emotional progression. Attention to concision and specificity could further strengthen the work’s impact.
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Sen99
3 weeks 4 days ago
Survival
Good metaphors, expresses the intensity of your feeling, through flowers and gardens, images of soil and buried pain, nice to share this poem
BlueSkies
3 weeks 4 days ago
Sen99,
Thank you for your kind comment!
Roscoe Lane
2 weeks 1 day ago
Love it.
There are one or two little things i'd change, but nothing urgent. Just take a little time to let it live. If your still not happy with it, read again and go to work.
Regards Roscoe....
BlueSkies
2 weeks ago
Roscoe Lane,
Thank you! Though they may be complete, I like to come back to my poems from time to time. Sometimes they need revision, other times they need expansion, sometimes they're just right. I suppose time will tell with this one.