The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "THIS IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME" is a contemplative piece that delves into themes of regret, nostalgia, and the struggle of dealing with past mistakes. The poet's use of metaphor and imagery is effective in conveying these complex emotions.

However, the poem could benefit from a more consistent meter. The varying line lengths and rhythms can make the poem feel disjointed and disrupt the reader's flow. Establishing a consistent rhythm could enhance the overall reading experience and make the emotions in the poem more palpable.

Moreover, the poem seems to oscillate between abstract and concrete imagery. While this can create an interesting dynamic, it might also confuse readers. It could be beneficial to maintain a balance between the two, ensuring that the abstract concepts are grounded in tangible images that readers can easily grasp.

The poem's language is generally clear and accessible, but there are moments when the diction becomes overly complex, potentially obscuring the intended meaning. Simplifying the language in these instances could make the poem more accessible to a wider audience.

Lastly, the poem's structure could be more effectively utilized to enhance its themes. For instance, the poet could consider using stanza breaks to signal shifts in time or perspective, which could add another layer of complexity to the poem.

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I read your poem and a rush of differing feelings washed over me! when I sort them out I will return. this piece deserves serious attention in critique!

*hugs, Cat

how my heart aches for you. I too, have many regrets in my life. I have, after years of worrying about being rebuffed when making an apology, done it anyway, being pleasantly surprised when I reconnected with the person. Sometimes, we can make amends, other times, no. I think that your longer lines, give this a sense of a story being told, and I felt that I was being told in confidence, which makes it all the more palpable. ~ Geez.
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Hello, Ruby,
I've read this several times and I'm not completely certain of your intent, but that may not be necessary to understand the feelings you've so distinctly described. One line stood out the strongest to me: "if history has to judge me, it's best that I'm ignored." Such a powerful statement. Your title reminds me of the expression "You Can Never Go Home Again" usually meaning that circumstances have changed, or you yourself have changed - most times for the better. I'm going to visit again after you've responded a bit. An intriguing poem full of deep emotion.
Thank you!
L

stays in the past for you soon. It can really beat you up. Warmest wishes for moving forward and "building" a new home!
Lx

And swimming in a sea of regrets...a feeling I am all too familiar with. Your poem was full of emotion and tugged at the heart strings. I really enjoy how each of your poems hold so much honesty and self reflection as well as acknowledging where you have been done wrong..well done!

...If I share the way that I feel, please take it all in stride.
Reach and try to comprehend what has been vailed.
The stories in our hearts, those which
we have chosen to dwell on, have a number of affects.
I would never allow myself to stop fighting. For
the peace of mind that I deserve. Yet we all have the
tendency to dwell in the past. Or else too far into the future
When I think, I take the F.U. attitude toward any belief, thought
or emotion that disrupts my peace of mind. If I've shared
too much of me and mine I am sorry, but I make it my
first intention never to offend, by the way great poem and
all of this is what it brought out in me. I learn and learn and learn
again.

I loved your poem. Still reading several times. Your emotions are clearly expressed. I really liked this stanza, it says a lot

The past is gone the future’s now, a cliché and a trope
If stupid words are uttered, they cannot bring me hope
Is my response to weave my voice into a hangman’s rope,
Or sit in deep reflection, and ride this slippery slope?