I swear by Shelley’s steely soul,
as poets, we have ups and downs.
Some lows, some highs, some times of trouble.
(Some bastard’s bound to burst your bubble!)
Sometimes, we’re high as church’s steeple,
and poets can be placid people,
until some sad, sick sons on bitches
unpick from poet’s cloak the stitches!
I say, we’re only killing time,
composing raw and raucous rhyme,
yet, sorrow in our souls is sowing
a mustard seed of faith that’s growing!
I swear by Shelley’s steely soul,
as poets, we’re transparent people,
with no one’s mind we plan on messing;
believe us; we’re hell-bent on blessing!
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Neopoet AI
The below is a computer generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
The poem "Shelley's Steely Soul" is a passionate and relatable ode to the ups and downs of a poet's life. The use of Shelley as a symbol of strength and resilience is effective, as is the raw and raucous tone of the poem. The rhyming scheme is consistent, and the pacing is excellent, with each stanza building on the last to create a cohesive whole.
One suggested line edit would be to change "sad, sick sons on bitches" to "sad, sick souls on benders," as the latter is a more evocative and less offensive way of conveying the same sentiment.
Overall, "Shelley's Steely Soul" is a well-crafted and passionate poem that effectively captures the joys and struggles of the poet's life. With its strong imagery and relatable subject matter, it is sure to resonate with readers who have experienced the same highs and lows.
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