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Every minute a poet is born

 

Every minute a poet is born

We as poets

writing sometime alone 
can see the colors of a kaleidoscope 

made into a endless poems .
Sifted , poured for the readers too enjoy
This is a hope filling the poets void

Without pasteurization
they write the  righteous words of exculpation .
They taint the freedom of speech with their own lost delegation.

Out numberedthe poets that are true.
They are commended to purity composing poetry  with simply the truth
foul language they seldom use
Never with sexual contents , will they seduce 

We all should be proud of them
And stand by their transcend
Their poems will take us to a limitless end

 

 

 

 

 


 

— Trouble, Jul 16, 2026

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Detroit Mi

Favorite Poets: my poets are john Coltrane and Sarah Vaughan OK they are not poets but their music is reason that I write . I want my poetry to flow like their music

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem takes on an ambitious subject: the vocation of the poet and what distinguishes writing that aspires to truth. The opening line, "Every minute a poet is born," is a strong and confident entry point, establishing scale and momentum right away.

The kaleidoscope image in the first stanza is the poem's most vivid moment. The movement from "the colors of a kaleidoscope" to "endless poems" gives an abstract idea something concrete to rest on, and the verbs "Sifted, poured" extend that sensory life a little further. This is the kind of specific, physical language that could be developed elsewhere in the poem, where much of the diction stays at the level of statement rather than image.

Some of the vocabulary works against the clarity the poem seems to want. Words like "exculpation," "delegation," and "transcend" (used here as a noun) are doing heavy lifting, and their meanings sit uneasily with the surrounding lines, so the argument becomes hard to follow at exactly the points where it wants to be most emphatic. Choosing plainer words for these ideas, or clarifying what each abstraction refers to, would let the poem's convictions land more directly.

The unusual pasteurization metaphor is intriguing but underdeveloped. Because milk imagery does not return, that line reads as a single striking word rather than a sustained figure. Either extending the metaphor or replacing it with an image tied to the poem's other concerns would strengthen the passage.

A few surface matters affect the reading experience: "a endless poems" mixes singular and plural, "readers too enjoy" appears to intend "to," and "Outnumbered" has lost its space. Attention to these small mechanics would remove distractions from the lines carrying the poem's ideas.

The closing tercet lands cleanly. "Their poems will take us to a limitless end" is a resonant final line, and pairing the final three lines as a shorter stanza gives the poem a sense of arrival. The strongest revision path would be to bring the middle stanzas closer to the concreteness and rhythmic control found in that ending and in the opening kaleidoscope image.

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