Comments received on poems by Ajon4wheels
Life Without You
sorenbarrett said:
This poem reflects on a grief that will not abate and a loss not faded by time. Nicely done
January 30th, 2026 04:48
sorenbarrett said:
This poem reflects on a grief that will not abate and a loss not faded by time. Nicely done
January 30th, 2026 04:48
My Final Goodbye
sorenbarrett said:
A painful write that is dark and sad. Nicely expressed
January 28th, 2026 03:30
sorenbarrett said:
A painful write that is dark and sad. Nicely expressed
January 28th, 2026 03:30
You And I
sorenbarrett said:
Another poem of felt loss and longing for another. Nicely done
January 26th, 2026 07:15
sorenbarrett said:
Another poem of felt loss and longing for another. Nicely done
January 26th, 2026 07:15
My Dark Lord
sorenbarrett said:
In this poem an entity is presented in a surreal manner as alluring and overpowering. Fanciful it speaks of dreams tied to reality. Nicely done
January 25th, 2026 07:30
sorenbarrett said:
In this poem an entity is presented in a surreal manner as alluring and overpowering. Fanciful it speaks of dreams tied to reality. Nicely done
January 25th, 2026 07:30
Dancing Dreams
sorenbarrett said:
Very nice alternate rhyme in this poem that tells its story well. Nicely done
January 24th, 2026 06:16
sorenbarrett said:
Very nice alternate rhyme in this poem that tells its story well. Nicely done
January 24th, 2026 06:16
Always Dreaming About You
sorenbarrett said:
There is not only the feeling of loss but pain in this poem and a looking for help and guidance from unearthly forces. Nicely written
January 23rd, 2026 05:16
sorenbarrett said:
There is not only the feeling of loss but pain in this poem and a looking for help and guidance from unearthly forces. Nicely written
January 23rd, 2026 05:16
My Holy, Lovely Angel
sorenbarrett said:
When one\'s life is only pain one needs an angel to carry you above and beyond it. A sad poem of reaching for hope.
January 22nd, 2026 07:58
sorenbarrett said:
When one\'s life is only pain one needs an angel to carry you above and beyond it. A sad poem of reaching for hope.
January 22nd, 2026 07:58
Our Lost Souls
sorenbarrett said:
It is difficult to suffer loss and even more so when it is unexpected and one has no chance to say goodbye
January 20th, 2026 04:17
sorenbarrett said:
It is difficult to suffer loss and even more so when it is unexpected and one has no chance to say goodbye
January 20th, 2026 04:17
A Precious Choice
sorenbarrett said:
Fantasy figures heavy in romance and beliefs this poem presents them both. Well done
January 18th, 2026 06:01
sorenbarrett said:
Fantasy figures heavy in romance and beliefs this poem presents them both. Well done
January 18th, 2026 06:01
My Invisible Agony
xTattooingPaperx said:
It\'s so hard waking up every day knowing this is as good as it gets. I won\'t be cliche and say keep your head up because honestly that makes it worse when people say it to me. Just know you truly aren\'t alone, and bravo for the guts to write this.
January 17th, 2026 21:51
xTattooingPaperx said:
It\'s so hard waking up every day knowing this is as good as it gets. I won\'t be cliche and say keep your head up because honestly that makes it worse when people say it to me. Just know you truly aren\'t alone, and bravo for the guts to write this.
January 17th, 2026 21:51
A Seat Beside God’s Golden Throne
sorenbarrett said:
We look to healings and blessings from those we believe in. In this poem this comes from above. Nicely done
January 17th, 2026 10:29
sorenbarrett said:
We look to healings and blessings from those we believe in. In this poem this comes from above. Nicely done
January 17th, 2026 10:29
His Inner Powers
sorenbarrett said:
There is a sense of helplessness in this write a feeling of predestination and with religious echoes. Nicely written
January 16th, 2026 06:55
sorenbarrett said:
There is a sense of helplessness in this write a feeling of predestination and with religious echoes. Nicely written
January 16th, 2026 06:55
The Devil’s Lair
sorenbarrett said:
Vivid images of violence, gore, pain come through in this dark presentation of religious metaphor. It is angelic and demonic in its dualism. Nicely done
January 15th, 2026 04:45
sorenbarrett said:
Vivid images of violence, gore, pain come through in this dark presentation of religious metaphor. It is angelic and demonic in its dualism. Nicely done
January 15th, 2026 04:45
My Flight From Death
The Gladden Scribbles said:
Reading this, I feel like you weren’t just writing—you were reaching. There’s a rawness here that doesn’t try to be polite or composed; it cries out exactly as it is. The way you place yourself on the ground while the one you love rises into the “blue sky” hurts deeply, because it captures that cruel distance grief creates: one soul lifted, the other collapsing inward.
Your imagery is intense, even overwhelming, and that feels intentional to me. This isn’t a gentle sorrow; it’s panic, rupture, the kind of loss that makes the body scream before the mind can form sense. I hear desperation in every plea—to follow, to be held, to be saved—and it makes the poem feel like a prayer said with shaking hands.
What struck me most is how faith and anguish wrestle each other here. Angels, demons, God, death—they’re not abstract ideas; they’re active forces pulling at you. Even in the darkest lines, you’re still asking for light, still believing something can reach down and stop the fall. That hope, fragile as it is, gives the poem its pulse.
This reads like someone standing at the edge and choosing to speak instead of disappearing. That honesty takes courage. Your pain is loud here, but so is your longing to be held, to be answered, to be carried. And that makes this verse stay with me long after the last line.
January 14th, 2026 09:33
The Gladden Scribbles said:
Reading this, I feel like you weren’t just writing—you were reaching. There’s a rawness here that doesn’t try to be polite or composed; it cries out exactly as it is. The way you place yourself on the ground while the one you love rises into the “blue sky” hurts deeply, because it captures that cruel distance grief creates: one soul lifted, the other collapsing inward.
Your imagery is intense, even overwhelming, and that feels intentional to me. This isn’t a gentle sorrow; it’s panic, rupture, the kind of loss that makes the body scream before the mind can form sense. I hear desperation in every plea—to follow, to be held, to be saved—and it makes the poem feel like a prayer said with shaking hands.
What struck me most is how faith and anguish wrestle each other here. Angels, demons, God, death—they’re not abstract ideas; they’re active forces pulling at you. Even in the darkest lines, you’re still asking for light, still believing something can reach down and stop the fall. That hope, fragile as it is, gives the poem its pulse.
This reads like someone standing at the edge and choosing to speak instead of disappearing. That honesty takes courage. Your pain is loud here, but so is your longing to be held, to be answered, to be carried. And that makes this verse stay with me long after the last line.
January 14th, 2026 09:33
My Flight From Death
sorenbarrett said:
The plea of one in pain for help be it from supernatural forces to free them from the suffering of the world. Heart felt and well written
January 14th, 2026 05:00
sorenbarrett said:
The plea of one in pain for help be it from supernatural forces to free them from the suffering of the world. Heart felt and well written
January 14th, 2026 05:00
The Apocalypse Of Our Angels
sorenbarrett said:
A nice revelation of a belief in angels that form a part of one\'s life and a reliance on them for help. Well done
January 13th, 2026 07:42
sorenbarrett said:
A nice revelation of a belief in angels that form a part of one\'s life and a reliance on them for help. Well done
January 13th, 2026 07:42
Only In My Dreams
The Gladden Scribbles said:
Strangely, what stayed with me first wasn’t the pain itself, but the insistence on smiling through it. That contrast—agony pressing in while a forced brightness tries to hold the line—gives this verse its raw nerve. The body here feels like an unruly territory, spasms turning it into something hostile, yet the mind keeps reaching for language, almost as if poetry is the last safe posture left.
I’m struck by how honest the exhaustion is: the fear of medication, the dread of tomorrow’s soreness, the quiet resolve to “power through.” Nothing is romanticized. And then, right when the verse could collapse entirely into isolation, your sister enters—not as a miracle cure, but as presence. That steadiness, that shared space, becomes its own kind of relief, even if only temporary.
The ending feels especially tender to me: kindness imagined as something edible, something that could nourish and heal, even if it exists only in dreams for now. There’s a fragile hope there, bruised but breathing. This reads like someone writing from inside the storm, not after it—and that immediacy makes the verse ache and glow at the same time.
I should also say I’m quite new on this site, still finding my footing. Whenever you have the time, feel free to slide into my profile and read a few of my pieces—I’d genuinely love that.
January 11th, 2026 09:51
The Gladden Scribbles said:
Strangely, what stayed with me first wasn’t the pain itself, but the insistence on smiling through it. That contrast—agony pressing in while a forced brightness tries to hold the line—gives this verse its raw nerve. The body here feels like an unruly territory, spasms turning it into something hostile, yet the mind keeps reaching for language, almost as if poetry is the last safe posture left.
I’m struck by how honest the exhaustion is: the fear of medication, the dread of tomorrow’s soreness, the quiet resolve to “power through.” Nothing is romanticized. And then, right when the verse could collapse entirely into isolation, your sister enters—not as a miracle cure, but as presence. That steadiness, that shared space, becomes its own kind of relief, even if only temporary.
The ending feels especially tender to me: kindness imagined as something edible, something that could nourish and heal, even if it exists only in dreams for now. There’s a fragile hope there, bruised but breathing. This reads like someone writing from inside the storm, not after it—and that immediacy makes the verse ache and glow at the same time.
I should also say I’m quite new on this site, still finding my footing. Whenever you have the time, feel free to slide into my profile and read a few of my pieces—I’d genuinely love that.
January 11th, 2026 09:51
Only In My Dreams
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of pain and suffering and gritting one\'s teeth to get through it. Well written
January 11th, 2026 06:53
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of pain and suffering and gritting one\'s teeth to get through it. Well written
January 11th, 2026 06:53
With Those Bright Aqua Eyes
sorenbarrett said:
So easy to fall for the attractive or rather is it that when fallen for someone our mind enhances their beauty. Either way this write focuses on beauty of the desired. Nicely done
January 10th, 2026 04:24
sorenbarrett said:
So easy to fall for the attractive or rather is it that when fallen for someone our mind enhances their beauty. Either way this write focuses on beauty of the desired. Nicely done
January 10th, 2026 04:24
Angel’s Magical Dust
sorenbarrett said:
To those that believe in angels and their power this poem represents a a plea for help and belief in their power. Nicely done
January 8th, 2026 05:05
sorenbarrett said:
To those that believe in angels and their power this poem represents a a plea for help and belief in their power. Nicely done
January 8th, 2026 05:05
Not As Two But As One
sorenbarrett said:
A poem where one looks to their angels to save them from depression. Well worded
January 7th, 2026 03:56
sorenbarrett said:
A poem where one looks to their angels to save them from depression. Well worded
January 7th, 2026 03:56
Without My Soulmate
sorenbarrett said:
Suffering and pain at feeling left behind and alone comes through in this poem. There is a pleading in its words. Sad
January 4th, 2026 12:40
sorenbarrett said:
Suffering and pain at feeling left behind and alone comes through in this poem. There is a pleading in its words. Sad
January 4th, 2026 12:40
Without My Soulmate
Friendship said:
I must admit that this writing is quite intriguing, although somewhat perplexing, and I\'m uncertain about how to retract. Yet it was interesting, good read.
January 4th, 2026 10:18
Friendship said:
I must admit that this writing is quite intriguing, although somewhat perplexing, and I\'m uncertain about how to retract. Yet it was interesting, good read.
January 4th, 2026 10:18
Act Your Shoe Size
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS said:
Curiously, today is my birthday, and the poem couldn’t have come at a better time.
January 3rd, 2026 08:24
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS said:
Curiously, today is my birthday, and the poem couldn’t have come at a better time.
January 3rd, 2026 08:24
Act Your Shoe Size
sorenbarrett said:
A fun read that reveals a child like innocence. Lovely
January 3rd, 2026 07:30
sorenbarrett said:
A fun read that reveals a child like innocence. Lovely
January 3rd, 2026 07:30
The Insanity Of Our Minds
Katie B. said:
Bold, intriguing read. well written.
December 31st, 2025 02:13
Katie B. said:
Bold, intriguing read. well written.
December 31st, 2025 02:13
Our Belief In Angels
sorenbarrett said:
We all rely upon our beliefs what ever they are. Here it is an angel and when such relieves the pain and gives one hope then so much the better. A poem well written
December 29th, 2025 04:30
sorenbarrett said:
We all rely upon our beliefs what ever they are. Here it is an angel and when such relieves the pain and gives one hope then so much the better. A poem well written
December 29th, 2025 04:30
Our Belief In Angels
Katie B. said:
Lovely. Well done. Pleasant read. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing!
December 29th, 2025 01:32
Katie B. said:
Lovely. Well done. Pleasant read. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing!
December 29th, 2025 01:32
A Poisonous Heartbreak
sorenbarrett said:
I hear loss and pain in this poem that cries out for reunion. It is sad when loss is the primary focus in a world that contains so much more. Nicely done
December 27th, 2025 08:42
sorenbarrett said:
I hear loss and pain in this poem that cries out for reunion. It is sad when loss is the primary focus in a world that contains so much more. Nicely done
December 27th, 2025 08:42
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