Oh for these stars, such grace,
A pleasure to look at and to embrace.
Shining beacons of unconditional love,
Guiding in emulation of those above.
Priceless blossoms, precious ones,
My awesome princess and the handsome sons.
Oh for these stars, such grace,
A pleasure to look at and to embrace.
Shining beacons of unconditional love,
Guiding in emulation of those above.
Priceless blossoms, precious ones,
My awesome princess and the handsome sons.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
The poem "Precious Stars" captures a sense of admiration and love through the imagery of stars and family members. The use of celestial imagery to describe loved ones is a powerful metaphor that conveys a sense of awe and reverence. However, the poem could benefit from further exploration and development of the theme. Consider expanding on the characteristics or qualities that make these individuals comparable to stars. Additionally, paying attention to the rhythm and structure of the poem could enhance its overall impact. Keep refining your ideas and imagery to create a more cohesive and engaging piece.
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Precious Stars
Hello, Rula,
This is so gentle and serene, but full of joyful energy, too. Such a tender final line. Precious, indeed.
Thank you!
Lx
Thank you dear Lavender
I just thought I should take a different take of the stars. Hope it works out well.
It means a lot to be read and have such a nice comment.
Very nice poem, you present a
Very nice poem, you present a personal view of the stars. Really liked it.
Thank you Clentin
For reading and the generous comment.
Really appreciate it.
Thank you Clentin
For reading and the generous comment.I am pleased to know that it appealed to you.
Really appreciate it.
Dear Rula,
Your poem reminds me of sky-gazing with my Dad. He showed me Orion! He told me that when I saw Orion in the sky, it would be him watching over me.
*hugs, Cat
Dearest Cat.
I am so happy to know that this piece moved you in a way or another. What can I ask more than such a kind poetess to relate to what I wrote.
Thanks for sharing such amazing memories.