Obsessions, dependence left far behind
I don’t ever want to be young again
I know better, can’t go through the grind
red hearts don’t fly - now that I have a brain
hero-worship -- it goes against my grain
it’s not pessimism, but I know what works
honesty fails – that is when life sucks
I would rather live my way, with less hope
failure need not bring matters to a crux
Throw new challenges my way – I can cope
Never again
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An interesting topic, showing the diversity of this form. Excellent rhyming, seamlessly integrated. Check your syllable count; some lines are not exactly 10. I really like this poem as it is. If I came across it anywhere else, I wouldn’t think that syllabic variation mattered at all – but the challenge here is to keep to the strict form, so I must point it out.
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Well executed Dizain Reena. Engaging read – excellent job. We tend to put things of our youth behind us.
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Thank you, Rob!
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Ahh youth…wasted on the young. I love your sentiment as I feel that very way. Not a bad thing at all, just truth with all her warts. And your dizain was rhythmic for me. Something I find difficult to feel with this poetic form.
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Thanks for the encouragement!
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Onward and upward!
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Thanks so much!
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💜💜💜
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I like the optimism at the end – one can cope.
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Thank you, Frank!
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