I really need help today is my last day to hand in my poem for English

[clear raptor]

post it

[pliant stream]

@hybrid meadow could you post it here by any chance?

[hybrid meadow]

k

Life
(Stanza 1)
Life is complicated.
On the surface we are all important and have a purpose; you most likely have a job and if you don’t already have a job to help the community then you are most likely being educated to get one and if not either of those you are still most likely paying taxes. So, you do help people and you do have importance, heck, people we don’t even know that live on the other side of the earth suffer just so that we can have live a happier one which must mean that life is important.
(Stanza 2)
At the same time though, no matter how important life is and how much we love it death will eventually follow. Death is like a tax collector; they collect our dues to improve the lives of others. It is quite interesting though because most people are afraid of death but if you think about it, why are we afraid to die? We won’t even know if we are dead once we are dead because we aren’t alive to know, or even care or feel pain, or feel anything. Death isn’t a good thing or a bad thing, its quite literally nothing, which is probably why its scary. It’s not the fact that people are afraid of dying because they aren’t alive, it’s the fact that there might be nothing after we do eventually die, that it just all ends to nothing, no reward for living but also no punishment.
(Stanza 3)
I know I’ve just ranted on about some quite boring stuff but the deeper our conversation with life goes, life starts telling us less and less. For example, if we are helping the community in some way what will that help with? Probably helping a bigger community which will eventually lead to helping every living human on earth, but at that point, what is the earth helping? Climate change, ending world hunger, world peace and many other problems but why? Procrastinating our expiry date doesn’t mean we won’t expire.

(Stanza 4)
Why are we here? If we all die anyways what is the point of living? Why was life created? Why are we here? Its like when a kid asks you why and when you answer they keep asking you why until you don’t have an answer. Except unlike virtually every question, the one question remains impossible to answer, no matter how smart we get, how technologically advanced we get, no matter how many living things on earth exist the question remains unanswerable; why are we here?
(Stanza 5)
Intelligence is a double-edged sword; it lets most live longer at the cost of others. but where do we get intelligence from? Life, which is what makes it so weird, life is a blessing and a curse, void of meaning. It makes you wonder why we are here if we don’t have a purpose, maybe it would have just been better off if we didn’t evolve from apes, we wouldn’t have to care or even have the ability to care about this topic, just swing around in the trees without a care and eat the tasty ripe bananas that sway low in the wind. Amidst this labyrinth of life lies the perplex goal to have a purpose. Perhaps the true purpose lies not in finding answers but in the questions themselves.

[hybrid meadow]

mb for not posting it

sry

[clear raptor]

Consider dividing into stanzas to make sound, syllable, and meter elements appear more deliberate.

[clear raptor]

Look up the definition and examples of each of the poetic elements you mentioned and consider identify existing elements in your poem, or rephrase as needed to better illustrate the poetic elements