Comments received on poems by Ajon4wheels
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
My Own Special Day
sorenbarrett said:
A poem to a sister about sisterly love. Nicely done
December 25th, 2025 21:36
sorenbarrett said:
A poem to a sister about sisterly love. Nicely done
December 25th, 2025 21:36
Merry Christmas
sorenbarrett said:
And a Merry Christmas to you as well a beautiful poem of this time of year
December 24th, 2025 08:48
sorenbarrett said:
And a Merry Christmas to you as well a beautiful poem of this time of year
December 24th, 2025 08:48
My Invisible Agony
sorenbarrett said:
There is a feeling of aloneness in this poem, that no one else can feel your pain, that no one understands, that no one cares, and that one is blown off with a prescription or a phone call. A hard read where there is no feeling of hope and no future reprieve in sight. One must ask how does one avoid depression and bitterness. Very well written
December 21st, 2025 14:25
sorenbarrett said:
There is a feeling of aloneness in this poem, that no one else can feel your pain, that no one understands, that no one cares, and that one is blown off with a prescription or a phone call. A hard read where there is no feeling of hope and no future reprieve in sight. One must ask how does one avoid depression and bitterness. Very well written
December 21st, 2025 14:25
The Glow Of Angel’s Magic
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of hope and faith that in this season angels will receive our thanks and give us those things needed. Well done
December 18th, 2025 08:09
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of hope and faith that in this season angels will receive our thanks and give us those things needed. Well done
December 18th, 2025 08:09
Happy Birthday To My Big Sister
sorenbarrett said:
A very nice birthday greeting and wish in poetic form
December 17th, 2025 08:47
sorenbarrett said:
A very nice birthday greeting and wish in poetic form
December 17th, 2025 08:47
Happy Birthday To My Big Sister
Paul Bell said:
Nice to see sisters appreciating each other, usually they\'re clashing.
Hope it\'s chocolate cake.
December 17th, 2025 07:58
Paul Bell said:
Nice to see sisters appreciating each other, usually they\'re clashing.
Hope it\'s chocolate cake.
December 17th, 2025 07:58
Christmas Endearment
sorenbarrett said:
A most seasonal picture is painted here in words so clear of this time of year. Well done it almost seems like A Christmas Carrol
December 16th, 2025 03:48
sorenbarrett said:
A most seasonal picture is painted here in words so clear of this time of year. Well done it almost seems like A Christmas Carrol
December 16th, 2025 03:48
Blessed By An Angel
Paul Bell said:
Is the time of the year for the angels to shine down.
December 15th, 2025 11:20
Paul Bell said:
Is the time of the year for the angels to shine down.
December 15th, 2025 11:20
Blessed By An Angel
sorenbarrett said:
A very nice thought expressed in this poem that mixes the physical and spiritual. Well done
December 15th, 2025 08:05
sorenbarrett said:
A very nice thought expressed in this poem that mixes the physical and spiritual. Well done
December 15th, 2025 08:05
Christmas Joy And An Abundance Of Love
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of Christmas and its associated joys and trappings. Nicely written
December 10th, 2025 03:52
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of Christmas and its associated joys and trappings. Nicely written
December 10th, 2025 03:52
Wicked Wicked World
sorenbarrett said:
Loss of a love by desertion, death, or any other cause is indeed a cause for sadness and anger. Well done
December 9th, 2025 04:19
sorenbarrett said:
Loss of a love by desertion, death, or any other cause is indeed a cause for sadness and anger. Well done
December 9th, 2025 04:19
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