Comments received on poems by Neville
The Damndest of Curses
Doggerel Dave said:
I understand, can identify, but I almost wish you hadn’t reminded me…
Nevertheless,
Thanks Neville.
August 22nd, 2026 02:37
Doggerel Dave said:
I understand, can identify, but I almost wish you hadn’t reminded me…
Nevertheless,
Thanks Neville.
August 22nd, 2026 02:37
The Damndest of Curses
arqios said:
Holding on to something precious after it has already begun slipping away reminds me of packed sand held tightly that it escapes through the gaps of the grasping hand. Such a strong poem here, N. 👍🏻🕊️😊
August 21st, 2026 20:17
arqios said:
Holding on to something precious after it has already begun slipping away reminds me of packed sand held tightly that it escapes through the gaps of the grasping hand. Such a strong poem here, N. 👍🏻🕊️😊
August 21st, 2026 20:17
The Damndest of Curses
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Damn, Neville...this carries such quiet desperation. The effort to preserve something precious only after it has begun slipping away is painfully human. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 21st, 2026 16:51
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Damn, Neville...this carries such quiet desperation. The effort to preserve something precious only after it has begun slipping away is painfully human. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 21st, 2026 16:51
The Damndest of Curses
sorenbarrett said:
Neville this is wonderful the use of a run on sentence tying it to the next thought and the next works so well. I love the idea of memory loss causing the loss of all beautiful memories and its poetry. A fave
August 21st, 2026 12:39
sorenbarrett said:
Neville this is wonderful the use of a run on sentence tying it to the next thought and the next works so well. I love the idea of memory loss causing the loss of all beautiful memories and its poetry. A fave
August 21st, 2026 12:39
See Viewed
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, what caught me most is that balance between pose and ease. She feels completely aware of the picture she’s making without ever seeming stiff or manufactured. Nicely done, Neville. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 13th, 2026 19:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, what caught me most is that balance between pose and ease. She feels completely aware of the picture she’s making without ever seeming stiff or manufactured. Nicely done, Neville. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 13th, 2026 19:55
See Viewed
sorenbarrett said:
A perfect picture a snapshot in words. Nicely formed Neville
August 13th, 2026 13:03
sorenbarrett said:
A perfect picture a snapshot in words. Nicely formed Neville
August 13th, 2026 13:03
Sometimes She Just Cries
Golnarmoinamini.Standbypoet said:
Truth in a simply yet beautifully emerged
August 12th, 2026 14:29
Golnarmoinamini.Standbypoet said:
Truth in a simply yet beautifully emerged
August 12th, 2026 14:29
Spring Cleaned
NafisaSB said:
A lovely way to bring in the fresh new season. Enjoyed the read👌💅
August 9th, 2026 13:33
NafisaSB said:
A lovely way to bring in the fresh new season. Enjoyed the read👌💅
August 9th, 2026 13:33
Fickle Mirrors
MendedFences27 said:
Mirrors are the only thing in the world that always tell the truth. As much as we wish there was a way to make them lie, they will not. Why can\'t we put a fiver in some slot somewhere and they show us as we were on our wedding day. But sadly, no.... They insist on truth. They\'re like a loudmouth Mother-in-Law, you wish they would just leave. So now, I just ignore them, passive resistance, or fear of facing truth. I consider them as non-humans, because they never listen when I point out their errors of judgement. I tell them that what they are showing is incorrect and that I know better. They won\'t take the criticism and change so I mostly ignore them. Somehow though, I feel they will have the last laugh. I thought about calling for a total ban on the damn things, but then I realized I would never be able to tie my tie without one. So let\'s face it.....Or not. They win.
You have summed up the whole dilemma in your astutely aware poem. I guess we could say you have held mirrors up to a mirror. Loved it - Phil A
August 7th, 2026 21:35
MendedFences27 said:
Mirrors are the only thing in the world that always tell the truth. As much as we wish there was a way to make them lie, they will not. Why can\'t we put a fiver in some slot somewhere and they show us as we were on our wedding day. But sadly, no.... They insist on truth. They\'re like a loudmouth Mother-in-Law, you wish they would just leave. So now, I just ignore them, passive resistance, or fear of facing truth. I consider them as non-humans, because they never listen when I point out their errors of judgement. I tell them that what they are showing is incorrect and that I know better. They won\'t take the criticism and change so I mostly ignore them. Somehow though, I feel they will have the last laugh. I thought about calling for a total ban on the damn things, but then I realized I would never be able to tie my tie without one. So let\'s face it.....Or not. They win.
You have summed up the whole dilemma in your astutely aware poem. I guess we could say you have held mirrors up to a mirror. Loved it - Phil A
August 7th, 2026 21:35
Thrown Away Things
MendedFences27 said:
Sometimes in the morning light
we realize what we did last night
then in the clear of the day
we make our fast getaway
Though hearts become merely things
we cling to what freedom brings
Thrown away in self-defense
we chalk it up experience.
I read this as a lament upon a morning after, where we regret our own actions. It\'s true that in retrospect we rue what happened; but justify it as preservation of own independence. Later in life we come to ponder the affair and wonder what might have been. We recognize then that we might have broken a heart and/or thrown away an opportunity for happiness. Either way, all is said and done and we are where we are. i found great wisdom in your poem and loved the way it ended ina \"fast getaway.\" - Phil A.
August 4th, 2026 22:05
MendedFences27 said:
Sometimes in the morning light
we realize what we did last night
then in the clear of the day
we make our fast getaway
Though hearts become merely things
we cling to what freedom brings
Thrown away in self-defense
we chalk it up experience.
I read this as a lament upon a morning after, where we regret our own actions. It\'s true that in retrospect we rue what happened; but justify it as preservation of own independence. Later in life we come to ponder the affair and wonder what might have been. We recognize then that we might have broken a heart and/or thrown away an opportunity for happiness. Either way, all is said and done and we are where we are. i found great wisdom in your poem and loved the way it ended ina \"fast getaway.\" - Phil A.
August 4th, 2026 22:05
Thrown Away Things
Cheeky Missy said:
The classic fling in so many words, and THIS time from HIS perspective...why, oh WHY do I now see 007 conjured up from--?! Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a damning poignancy. Oh James! But I\'ll never stop loving you.
August 4th, 2026 10:11
Cheeky Missy said:
The classic fling in so many words, and THIS time from HIS perspective...why, oh WHY do I now see 007 conjured up from--?! Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a damning poignancy. Oh James! But I\'ll never stop loving you.
August 4th, 2026 10:11
Thrown Away Things
Friendship said:
Nicely written . Your poem contemplates the futility of holding onto certain ambitions and material possessions, comparing them to obsolete items such as Filofaxes, Betamaxes, and eight-tracks. It seems to convey a sense of resignation to the impermanence of life and the inevitability of change.
August 4th, 2026 09:17
Friendship said:
Nicely written . Your poem contemplates the futility of holding onto certain ambitions and material possessions, comparing them to obsolete items such as Filofaxes, Betamaxes, and eight-tracks. It seems to convey a sense of resignation to the impermanence of life and the inevitability of change.
August 4th, 2026 09:17
Thrown Away Things
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Neville, what a thoughtful and quietly cutting piece. I know the need to follow possibility despite suspecting where it leads...and your procession of yesterday’s prized possessions captures the cold disposability beneath it all. One heck of a write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 4th, 2026 08:46
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Neville, what a thoughtful and quietly cutting piece. I know the need to follow possibility despite suspecting where it leads...and your procession of yesterday’s prized possessions captures the cold disposability beneath it all. One heck of a write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 4th, 2026 08:46
Thrown Away Things
sorenbarrett said:
And such are relationships often a flash in the pan but we take the chance anyway if only for a throw away toy. A lovely write my friend
August 4th, 2026 08:35
sorenbarrett said:
And such are relationships often a flash in the pan but we take the chance anyway if only for a throw away toy. A lovely write my friend
August 4th, 2026 08:35
Spring Cleaned
Doggerel Dave said:
Can I hire the large team which achieved all that, Neville? Not long before spring arrives here, so your richly descriptive ad really caught my attention.😊
July 30th, 2026 17:11
Doggerel Dave said:
Can I hire the large team which achieved all that, Neville? Not long before spring arrives here, so your richly descriptive ad really caught my attention.😊
July 30th, 2026 17:11
Spring Cleaned
Poetic Dan said:
What a beautiful mind you have my friend and it can definitely help when doing the daily mundane adulting
July 30th, 2026 11:33
Poetic Dan said:
What a beautiful mind you have my friend and it can definitely help when doing the daily mundane adulting
July 30th, 2026 11:33
Fickle Mirrors
NafisaSB said:
A fact of life one has to accept whether you like it or not 🤔😔
July 29th, 2026 05:56
NafisaSB said:
A fact of life one has to accept whether you like it or not 🤔😔
July 29th, 2026 05:56
Spring Cleaned
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is one heck of a charming poem! The house feels scrubbed, aired, and awakened, yet its history remains present in every carefully observed detail. The playful closing touch is perfect. Wonderful write, Neville! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 28th, 2026 20:52
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is one heck of a charming poem! The house feels scrubbed, aired, and awakened, yet its history remains present in every carefully observed detail. The playful closing touch is perfect. Wonderful write, Neville! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 28th, 2026 20:52
Spring Cleaned
Friendship said:
Well written. Your poem captures the essence of spring cleaning as a metaphor for not only physical tidying but also emotional and spiritual cleansing. You painted the imagery of a clean and fresh home, the scent of flowers, and the act of preparing for the new season, all of which evoke feelings of warmth, nostalgia, and a sense of home. Lovely done, my friend.
July 28th, 2026 18:23
Friendship said:
Well written. Your poem captures the essence of spring cleaning as a metaphor for not only physical tidying but also emotional and spiritual cleansing. You painted the imagery of a clean and fresh home, the scent of flowers, and the act of preparing for the new season, all of which evoke feelings of warmth, nostalgia, and a sense of home. Lovely done, my friend.
July 28th, 2026 18:23
Spring Cleaned
Cheeky Missy said:
Dat so, eh? What a very charming piece fit to grace the walls and pages of everywhere with its lilting descriptions of that fair season of courtship. Lovely and so beautifully rendered with a wealth of delightful imagery and a sweetly haunting poignancy I can\'t pin down. Thank you for sharing.
July 28th, 2026 16:49
Cheeky Missy said:
Dat so, eh? What a very charming piece fit to grace the walls and pages of everywhere with its lilting descriptions of that fair season of courtship. Lovely and so beautifully rendered with a wealth of delightful imagery and a sweetly haunting poignancy I can\'t pin down. Thank you for sharing.
July 28th, 2026 16:49
Spring Cleaned
arqios said:
A poem celebrating the ritual of spring cleaning, but beneath the surface of this simple scene it’s really about renewal, memory, and the quiet magic of domestic life.
July 28th, 2026 16:08
arqios said:
A poem celebrating the ritual of spring cleaning, but beneath the surface of this simple scene it’s really about renewal, memory, and the quiet magic of domestic life.
July 28th, 2026 16:08
Spring Cleaned
sorenbarrett said:
I remember the days that spring cleaning was the thing. No longer a custom today. Accumulated trash fills the rooms of young and old. And it applies in metaphor as well with accumulated trash in the mind that would best be cleaned but is kept and horded. Interesting that in a throw away society we keep so much junk. Well written my friend
July 28th, 2026 04:19
sorenbarrett said:
I remember the days that spring cleaning was the thing. No longer a custom today. Accumulated trash fills the rooms of young and old. And it applies in metaphor as well with accumulated trash in the mind that would best be cleaned but is kept and horded. Interesting that in a throw away society we keep so much junk. Well written my friend
July 28th, 2026 04:19
Fickle Mirrors
Cheeky Missy said:
Come, come, come. My own parents never seemed at a lack, my late father extolling my late mother as vivacious to the last. You\'re surely teasing, our peers are not so likely to linger on the street corners as hitherto? And my brother who lately kicked the bucket told me mirrors lie. So there. Then what? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a killer poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
July 24th, 2026 19:10
Cheeky Missy said:
Come, come, come. My own parents never seemed at a lack, my late father extolling my late mother as vivacious to the last. You\'re surely teasing, our peers are not so likely to linger on the street corners as hitherto? And my brother who lately kicked the bucket told me mirrors lie. So there. Then what? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a killer poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
July 24th, 2026 19:10
Fickle Mirrors
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully vulnerable piece, Neville! The movement from youthful affection into uneasy estrangement captures one of aging’s quieter cruelties. I feel more of that distance myself these days...though I remain convinced the bathroom lighting is partly responsible! Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 24th, 2026 09:26
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully vulnerable piece, Neville! The movement from youthful affection into uneasy estrangement captures one of aging’s quieter cruelties. I feel more of that distance myself these days...though I remain convinced the bathroom lighting is partly responsible! Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 24th, 2026 09:26
Fickle Mirrors
arqios said:
And the light that dances with the mirror can go aloof 🪞 💃 🕺 🪩 💡🙏🏻🕊️
July 24th, 2026 06:19
arqios said:
And the light that dances with the mirror can go aloof 🪞 💃 🕺 🪩 💡🙏🏻🕊️
July 24th, 2026 06:19
Fickle Mirrors
sorenbarrett said:
There is a power of identification in this poem Neville. Like the painting in Dorian Gray our image changes in mirrors and we do not like the reflection often hiding from it. Nicely written my friend.
July 24th, 2026 04:14
sorenbarrett said:
There is a power of identification in this poem Neville. Like the painting in Dorian Gray our image changes in mirrors and we do not like the reflection often hiding from it. Nicely written my friend.
July 24th, 2026 04:14
Fickle Mirrors
Doggerel Dave said:
I know precisely what you mean, Neville, but there\'s not much I feel the need to add right now...😢
July 24th, 2026 02:46
Doggerel Dave said:
I know precisely what you mean, Neville, but there\'s not much I feel the need to add right now...😢
July 24th, 2026 02:46
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