Not Called Poem

Hey, Orabella! It's Serrurie, here to leave a review! Let's dive in:

The Good Stuff
- All of the talk about the 'same old, same old' stuff commonly found in poems and then turned into a poem is a very unique concept. Poems often deal with the same emotions over and over, but this was really unique because it addressed just that.
- Secondly, your rhyme scheme and rhythms were on point. You have a very good beat and the rhymes throughout this were awesome!
- My favorite part <3:

If stories and poems are based off of lives

are lives based off of poems

Do they shape us like we shape them

Are we our own writing that breathes

and walks and listens

I feel like that part is so true because if I write sarcastic or romance characters or something I automatically start to think like them and it's honestly crazy seeing how my mind warps for each character I write the most/recently .

This was a great poem Orabella! I hope you continue to write and pursue what you're best at <3.

Happy writing, and have a blessed day!

Serrurie

Hey friend! Ellie stopping by with a quick review for one of your fantastic poems! I was looking for something incredible to read, and so I decided that stopping by your profile was a great place to start… And it was! Let’s jump right into this review.

to me, this poem really touches on the topic of “what’s the point of writing if it’s already been written?” Or “what really is poetry?” I loved it. You explored it in such a cool of way. You ask some really big questions, such as questioning if poems are even unique or special since it seems like everything has been written before. I really like the statement you made about how we shaped poems but poems also shape us.

They’ve been with us since we were in the womb

just waiting for us to find them

just waiting for us to look around

and listen

I love how you look at poems, as if they are almost like humans. You don’t just see them as words on a page or a count or font or black ink, you treat them as if they have their own lives, their births, their exciting days and their sad days and eventually their own deaths. This quote above was probably my favorite. You talk about how poetry is been with us since we were in the womb. Poems are actually there the whole time they’re just waiting to be discovered. This was so beautiful!

This isn’t a poem

It becomes a poem

when you read

and listen from the heart.

AND THIS ENDING! This was absolutely gorgeous! I think you touch on a subject that can be hard to wrap your head around. You touch on what poetry really is. It’s not just an end product, but it’s what we make it to be, it’s when we feel it with our hearts that’s what matters.

Overall, AMAZING POEM! Keep on writing <33

Your friend,
Ellie

Howdy hey! Gengar here to leave a review! Thanks for requesting me, sorry it took a little bit

General Impression:

Oh wow, this poem is very emotional and brings up some very good points! I kinda didn’t expect it to go from a criticism of poetry to an analysis of the human condition. Nice!

What I Liked:

I liked the use of literary devices to get the point across. Like the repetition (“a poem about this” / “a poem about that”) and imagery (“Are we our own writing that breathes / and walks and listens”). These make your main point feel very strong and gives it a deeper sense of meaning

Areas of Improvement:

One thing that I think would improve the poem is adding punctuation—more specifically, question marks. I think it would make the emotion more powerful. Here’s an example of where you could use question marks:

If we are poetry

does that mean we're all fundamentally the same

Are we rhythms and patterns that live and die

Repeating the cycle again and again

Then why

do we try

I hope my review could be helpful. I wish you a good day/night!
—GengarIsBestBoy

Hello Ora! This is probably the quickest review turn-around I've done seeing how you just posted this! One of my goals for the weekend is to earn 3 stars so your "Not Called Poem" poem / not poem will be a part of that! I hope you're hungry because I'll be serving up my favorite cookie: Oreos!

For the first cookie 🌑: we will discuss the positives because who doesn't like to hear the good things first? Your contemplative exploration of the nature of poetry is thought-provoking. The questioning of the perceived redundancy of poems and the challenge to find novelty in a sea of familiarity is an intriguing perspective. The repetition of phrases like "over and over" emphasize the cycling we can inhabit like a merry-go-round of creating. Your stanzas and how each line is structured not only enhances the readability of this piece, but adds to your messages. There is rich vocabulary here with paradox and conundrum standing out.

For the cream ⚪: I usually reserve this for suggested ways to improve works. For many, this part of an Oreo is their favorite, but isn't it maddening when things are reversed? I fail to find anything about this that fails. There are no spelling, grammatical issues. We will make this double stuffed! More positives I say! Your use of rhetorical questions enhances in a way that made me think of answers between the lines with no one choice fully answering. It had me thinking about how life and literature interact. The recognition of the paradox of wanting to be both special and blend in adds a layer of complexity. This had me also thinking of my own role in this paradigm.

These lines stand out most:

If we are poetry

does that mean we're all fundamentally the same

Are we rhythms and patterns that live and die

Repeating the cycle again and again

Then why

do we try

For the last cookie ⚫: like all good things, even cookies, come to an end, we summarize. Your piece transcends the conventional definition of a poem. This "not poem" evolves into a contemplative muse of poetry and its connection to being human. The metaphorical portrayal of lives as poems, both repeating cycles, and the conundrum of individuality within a collective desire for sameness offers subtleties and a nuanced perspective. The concluding lines beautifully redefine poetry, emphasizing the heart's role in transforming words on a page into a meaningful and personal experience. We are, in fact, poetry and this not-poem-poem is poetry on steroids. Nicely done.


Wishing you well wherever you are in the world!


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