Arise from dismay's iron limbs,
Choking zeal away from your mighty will.
Conciliation and hope to petulant minds,
Who believe every road is but a pile of chaffs,
And miracles are only made up tales to please
Arise, for there's nothing to gain lying on an empty ground,
Cursing the universe for the nothingness,
The nothing encompassing your compass,
Look through, above the walls, into the eyes of sunrise
Espy, learn, great things are waiting for you
Arise, see the universe waiting in demand,
The people- a world filled with great expectations
Ensuing your every steps, minds congealed, hoping in
that life's plan
Make or mar, their scripts are drafts from your own story,
How it ends, how the curtain calls,
Are accounts to be accounted for.
Comments
Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
The poem "GREAT EXPECTATIONS" explores themes of perseverance, hope, and the power of one's actions. The use of vivid imagery and metaphors adds depth to the overall message. Here are some suggestions to enhance the poem:
1. Consider varying the sentence structure and rhythm to create a more dynamic flow. This can be achieved by incorporating different line lengths and utilizing punctuation marks strategically.
2. The phrase "Choking zeal away from your mighty will" is intriguing, but it could benefit from further development. Expand on the idea of how zeal is being suppressed or obstructed, and how it can be regained or unleashed.
3. The line "Who believe every road is but a pile of chaffs" could be strengthened by providing specific examples or imagery to illustrate the notion of roads being perceived as worthless or insignificant.
4. The phrase "miracles are only made up tales to please" is thought-provoking, but it may be helpful to clarify the intended meaning. Are miracles
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