I’m growing up.
the ones around me have to accept
the choices I make, the roads I want to walk.
I don’t want to make anyone upset
by getting black coffee in my white cup.
I want to see the perfectly shaped fumes
rising from a heart-made cup of tea,
Warming my trembling hands as I
take my first few steps.
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I like this poem a lot, but your punctuation is very bad. I will show you how to fix this very easily to make a very nice sounding rhythmic poem.
I’m growing up[.]
the ones around me have to accept[ ]
the choices I make, the roads I want to walk.
I don’t want to make anyone upset[ ]
by getting black coffee in my white cup.
I want to see the perfectly shaped fumes[ ]
rising from a heart-made cup of tea,
Warming my trembling hands as I
take my first few steps.
Simple omitting of a couple commas can greatly move the reader down the page and really make them feel the nice rhyme you have. The addition of a period in the beginning helps build tension before the release. Tell me if this helped you. Thanks. Great poem
growing up...free to make your own choices and mistakes...to use what you have been taught and learn the lessons your choices will teach...
oh, to be young again...
enchanting~ the hardest thing for those who love you to do is permit you spread your wings and begin your own journey~ an inevitability~ engaging~ strong composition~
I absolutely love the lines "I want to see the perfectly shaped fumes, / rising from a heart-made cup of tea" in this one. I feel like you could make some parts of it more powerful if you play with the line breaks and punctuation a little, though.
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