Comments received on poems by queer-with-a-pen



even wood, my love, even bone
L. B. Mek said:

Brilliant!
great imagery
\'but like the lovesick fool
that i am, the majesty of

the open ocean and the bright
skies above captured my attention
more than that lonely little spit
of shore growing ever smaller
in the distance ever could\'..
(how normality, dwindles
in the face of raw desire;
they call it, choices we make
like
a heart attack, is a choice...)

August 1st, 2022 02:51

scotch broom soliloquy
James Michael said:

Straight from the heart as only you can do, at least for me. Great song to go along with it as well!

July 26th, 2022 18:36

man in the moon
James Michael said:

Wonderfully written my friend. Great imagery and brilliant romanticism. One of the best poems I’ve ever read!

July 11th, 2022 13:12

man in the moon
L. B. Mek said:

interweaved, between your poetic lines
and vivid imagery, their
is a recognisable, sanctity
to your, sincerity
whispering to all who read
that these words, blossomed
from your life\'s, lived-in feelings
of tear stained, reality..
and for sharing such relatable poetry
all I can do is thank you, dear Poet
what a fantastic execution
in flow, tonality and choice wording
\'as a cloudless sky
watches me, reaching for
the man in the moon with
my booted feet firmly planted
on the hard ground\'..
as wise as we try to be
\'what the heart wants
we, inevitably
must
aspire towards
however futile our efforts\'

June 10th, 2022 05:07

untitled love poem
James Michael said:

Love can be a fickle mystery. It’s best enjoyed in the moment, is my take on this one. Very well written in your unique style, my talented friend.

May 27th, 2022 22:00

untitled love poem
L. B. Mek said:

\'and your longing was just
as hungry as mine,
two beasts that devour
in the same way

what a feast\'..
(from music to choice wording
and bated, breath - pacing
you\'ve imbued, so much sincerity
I can\'t help
but wear these words, all day
as they linger, between my thoughts
and sway me to once again
dip - in
those idolised reembraces
of once, forgotten scenes
and fantasy musings
of future connections, as yet
unforeseen...)
(Brilliant!!!
thank you, dear cherished Poet)

May 16th, 2022 06:22

just a kid
James Michael said:

A father should guide you; a god should guide you. Your intelligent enough to make your own decisions. My opinion anyways.

This is yet another passionate insight to your relationship with your father. Throwing god in the mix was a great decision.

May 13th, 2022 22:40

just a kid
L. B. Mek said:

dear Poet, permit me to share
my two cents worth
on this topic, as I too
know of those hellfire, sentiment\'s
your words, were forged from...
(I find
that Love, is such a complex
emotion to articulate and diagnose
so as to disassemble
and find a cure, for..
Unlike, romance love
the love of kin, or more specifically
love
of an absent, parent or carer
has such an immeasurable, impact
on our lives
that, we\'ll still
be identifying
its tremors of consequence
as our
enforced, inheritance of circumstance
till
our very last blink, of life...!
Absenteeism
is not merely, physical
most times, those by our sides
tend
to have their minds, somewhere else
and treat us, like the distractions
they\'re better-off, without.
But, what I have found
is
that which we can
tolerate, for one instance
we can
cope with, for a certain time
maybe even a day
or
an entire stage of our lives
like, childhood...
and what we can, cope with
often
we can overcome, eventually
but
when we do find a path
to accept and deal
with our rotten
\'slice of luck\' in life
we\'ll be able to utilise
that strength we cultivated
in our, survival fight!
So yes, I too
wish my own father
didn\'t look at me
with eyes of despising resentment
for the choices he made
in His, life
while I was a but a helpless, child..
but then
in another way, when I see those
eyes
I\'m reminded
of what strength, I now
have access to
and a part of me, is genuinely
thankful
for our world, is truly
F\'ckd up, beyond imagination
so it was a kindness
that the love
my father had for me, was warped
so early
and I, in-turn
learnt
far - far, too early
the true injustices and strife\'s
awaiting me, in my life...
and so, now
I can write these words and share
a thread of wisdom
and help another, realise
what strength they\'ve been cultivating
in their own: survival, fight!)
Stay strong, dear Poet
\'fight, that good fight
for your own: precious Life!\'

May 9th, 2022 04:38

a metaphor for something or other
James Michael said:

Reminds me of a poem my son wrote for me a few years ago, “The Castaway”. I’ll rummage through my journal and post it, sooner or later.

That sea captain has had a huge influence on your poetry. Especially metaphorically. This one can be hopeful yet bittersweet. Once again you show great talent when it comes to love poems. Always a great treat to read your work!

April 29th, 2022 15:30

a metaphor for something or other
L. B. Mek said:

\'licking at the well-worn tread
of his cracked leather boots,
soaks the cuffs of tattered breaches,
pulls at thread-bare long-coat sleeves

maybe the ocean reminds him of you,
and how even the deepest bottles
of rum must eventually come to an end,
licking dry lips to find the
last vestiges of salt

or the taste of you
still on his tongue,\'..
(glad to see, your \'Sea Captain\'
muse
of love and past relationships
shadows
is till very much, poetically
Alive
and breathing fire on inked
poetic
artworks, delivered via sincerity\'s
words...)
loved the nuanced eroticism you weaved into your lines
so deceptively, skilfully
such a vivid reading experience
as-ever, dear gifted Poet
thank you!
\'may you ever remain
beautifully enigmatic
like your intensely, seductive
poetry!\'

April 25th, 2022 05:23

a metaphor for something or other
Crowns4Christ said:

I think that you captured the life of a sailor perfectly, and the fisherman trapping crab,


April 24th, 2022 23:12

no blame to lay down here
James Michael said:

Like the new pic. btw!

April 15th, 2022 17:01

no blame to lay down here
James Michael said:

Incredible poem in such a short time from the last. The sea and love is a theme that works very well for you; now and in the past.

A hoist of a pint in your direction!

April 15th, 2022 17:00

no blame to lay down here
Dahlia said:

outstanding comparison & contrast
great job poet
Dahlia

April 13th, 2022 12:53

no blame to lay down here
Paul Bell said:

Great write.
The sea, probably the greatest temptress ever.

April 13th, 2022 10:49

no blame to lay down here
Rocky Lagou said:

I really enjoy the scene you\'re presenting. It\'s quite vivid with the ocean analogy and I sense this theme of love being gotten and lost. It\'s quite bittersweet.

April 13th, 2022 08:30

no blame to lay down here
dean langmuir said:

Nice write,take care.

April 13th, 2022 05:16

no blame to lay down here
Saxon Crow said:

Nicely penned poem

April 13th, 2022 04:10

home again, home again
James Michael said:

Love can be a shelter that grows stronger the more it’s tested.

I really enjoyed the metaphors and imagery you’ve used in this one. I hope one day a lucky person can “nourish the flowers i so carefully planted” for the rest of your life. I’ve been that lucky person to have found my amazing Jeannette.

April 11th, 2022 11:19

home again, home again
Rocky Lagou said:

Omg. I literally am in love with the lines:

\"i can’t blame the soft

and rain-soaked dirt of your soul

for not being able to nourish

the flowers i so carefully planted\"

I mean straight up direct and sincere. Seems like a one-sided relationship or something in between. Sometimes one person is doing all the giving, however, there\'s nothing in return. If you know, and I\'m sure you know (us LGBTQ+ people kind of idolize her\", amazing and immaculate singer/songwriter Mitski, I\'ll tell you that this reminds me of her song \"The Only Heartbreaker.\" Thanks for this marvel.

April 11th, 2022 08:58

home again, home again
dean langmuir said:

Nice write,take care.

April 11th, 2022 07:06

home again, home again
L. B. Mek said:

\'and i chose to love
you on purpose, ya know?
brought fresh pine and soft rugs
to fashion you a table and chairs

but what is an empty table,
if only a centerpiece to display
all the times i dashed my own
heart upon the rock?\'..
(Brilliant imagery!
as-ever, such a poignant read
you\'ve weaved
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)

April 11th, 2022 06:15

yearning, a noun
James Michael said:

Bittersweet like a dark chocolate. Your style of writing is very effective for this journey of yearning. Love poems/letters are definitely your specialty!

March 23rd, 2022 20:30

yearning, a noun
dean langmuir said:

Your pseudonym is poetic to me,love the word feral,poem on,take care

March 23rd, 2022 05:26

for my siren, a letter
James Michael said:

A stunningly romantic poem. Unfortunately I’m in a different place. Love lays dormant when in physical pain. Carry on as long as you can.

February 20th, 2022 00:08

for my siren, a letter
Rocky Lagou said:

This was art! I love the imagery you used and the emotion was definitely PRESENT. Kudos to you! 😉💕

February 16th, 2022 10:08

for my siren, a letter
L. B. Mek said:

\'that i will always run to her
like the circle of her arms around
me is always calling me home

and i want to gift her
sweet wines and cheese,
and all the words i have\'..
(such a tender wording of affection
and loyalty\'s dedication)
just another lovely read
thanks for sharing, dear Poet

February 15th, 2022 05:15

do i know you?
James Michael said:

How can you know a father who really wasn’t there for you?

A painfully raw and emotionally real poem from you. Metaphorically brilliant lines throughout. “this is a hurt that knows how to swim” is my favorite.

January 13th, 2022 11:28

do i know you?
FallenAngel1🕊 said:

😢😡😢😡😢😡😢😡😢😡😢😡😢😡😢

January 11th, 2022 17:31

do i know you?
L. B. Mek said:

Happy New Year!
dear talented Poet
just another, surgical
distillation
of such commonly experienced
woes and hurts,
words I relate with, on so many levels
simply: Brilliant!
confessional poetry,
I think Sylvia Plath, herself
would agree..
thank you! for choosing to share
loved these lines:
\'watching myself shave
in the dirty mirror,
where blood that we both
once shared drips into
the sink from a cut
on my chin

do you remember when
you wanted to prove
that i wasn’t your son\'..

January 11th, 2022 07:26

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