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UNIQUE

He’s a speeding horse,
Majestic and dangerous.
A fragile butterfly,
Breakable and weak.
A growling lion,
Daring and brave.
A playful puppy,
Lovable and precious.
An imperfect person,
Flawed and misunderstood.
An unique individual,
Quirky and different.

But all mine.
I smile, because I'd rather have laugh lines than a perma frown. :)




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HI!!
I'm Pudin. Well, your poem is definetely interesting. Although it doesn't give me a clear image. first of all: who you are talking about? and although it doesn't seem important it is. I liked how you described the person though, and the comparisons you made.
It can be improved, a lot. But it is a good start.

Hope you keep writing.

Pudin

PS. Twilight fan?
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'autonne
Blessent mon coeur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Verlaine




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Hi. This flows well, and the isolation of the final line is effective.

I think it might be interesting to expand on the various comparisons. I'd look more closely at your subject. What is he actually doing to make him like all these different creatures? Try to show the reader rather than telling them.

Hope this helps.

Jas
"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise."
-Maya Angelou



It is most unlikely. But - here comes the big "but" - not impossible.
— Roald Dahl