One day, I found a small boy laying,
Injured and bleeding at the base of a tree,
I scooped him up and carried him home,
Ready to feed him, keep him as my own,
Eventually, it couldn't be helped,
That little boy tried to fly, before he was ready,
That's how he died.
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OK, yeah my first poem. I don't really get it, wither! 
Well? Do you get it?
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great
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I like this poem. It brings forth some familiar emotions, even if you didn't know why you wrote it. If you were to revise this, you could start by writing, in non-poetic form, a short paragraph about what you are describing. Are you telling a story? Are you describing an abstract emotion? The paragraph will give you a base for your poem. Then you can add the pretty stuff--metaphors, etc. But in the end, even if your poem looks nothing like the paragraph, you will know where it came from. Keep writing.
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i meant either, lol.
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