My Superhero

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

The poem "My Superhero" presents a unique perspective on death, personifying it as a superhero. This is a compelling approach, as it challenges the conventional fear and negativity associated with death. The use of imagery and metaphors is effective in creating a vivid picture of the protagonist's encounter with death.

However, the poem could benefit from a more consistent rhythm and rhyme scheme. The second stanza, for example, has a different rhythm compared to the others. This inconsistency can be distracting and disrupt the flow of the poem.

Additionally, the phrase "Doing what I couldn't do, what had to be done" is somewhat vague. It might be beneficial to provide more specific details about what the protagonist couldn't do and why it needed to be done. This could add depth to the poem and enhance the reader's understanding of the protagonist's situation.

Lastly, the poem could explore the concept of death as a superhero more deeply. For instance, it could delve into why the protagonist views death in this way and how this perspective impacts their feelings and actions. This could add complexity to the poem and make it more thought-provoking for readers.

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to keep the third stanza, use it like you are losing touch with reality.

Pressed against the shell of someone's former lover,
he was here for me like no other.
Doing what had to be done,
his job was difficult; not much fun.

Then the last stanza needs just a little touch of drama

And as the world around me went black,
my soul weakened as we left,
time was slipping so fast.
I was safe at last
safe...safe... last...

As I always say, use it, abuse it, or trash it, my advice is always free. ~ Geez.
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it reads so much better! Nice stuff!
~ Geez.
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I am glad I came back this morning! From the moment we are born, we are heading toward our final breath. It feels as if you are at peace with this. In taking Death as a lover it feels warm and peaceful within the intimacy of the eternal sleep... this is a fantastic write and really deep. Have I missed the mark?

*love, Cat

Rose,
Great poem. I am sure that the super hero is above. We wait and hope we meet after that last breath.

This prompt was made for you and with every line you played it’s chord perfectly.