Comments received on poems by Neville



Spring Cleaned
NafisaSB said:

A lovely way to bring in the fresh new season. Enjoyed the readπŸ‘ŒπŸ’…

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

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

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

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

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! πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

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

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

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

Fickle Mirrors
NafisaSB said:

A fact of life one has to accept whether you like it or not πŸ€”πŸ˜”

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! πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

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

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

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

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

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

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. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

July 24th, 2026 09:26

Fickle Mirrors
arqios said:

And the light that dances with the mirror can go aloof πŸͺž πŸ’ƒ πŸ•Ί πŸͺ© πŸ’‘πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

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

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

Fickle Mirrors
orchidee said:

That you in that mirror? It was still me, the last time I looked. lol.

July 24th, 2026 01:58

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Cheeky Missy said:

...because despite your superb metaphor, August is the beginning of autumn. This is gorgeous. I do so love it. Thank you very much for sharing.

July 21st, 2026 10:50

A Taste of Freedom
NafisaSB said:

Powerful imagery and a statement that should make one sit up and think what we are coming to

July 21st, 2026 06:57

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Neville, this hit me hard…two people bound together yet slowly drained by everything they cannot reach. Quietly devastating, my friend. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

July 19th, 2026 20:22

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Doggerel Dave said:

I think I must leave this to a metaphorical interpretation here, Neville most ably commented upon above. For myself, I can only suggest that autumn may come as a relief from your summer just as I will experience spring shortly with more than a little trepidation.

July 19th, 2026 16:33

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Friendship said:

well written

July 19th, 2026 12:43

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
orchidee said:

Good write and good wishes N.
Meanwhile - but we have not had all of summer yet! lol.

July 19th, 2026 10:08

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
sorenbarrett said:

A beautiful piece my friend where the emptiness and decay seen in Autumn may be taken merely as a cycle of nature that comes and goes as mentioned in the line \"I’ve got that lead in my limbs again\" Yet there is a finality of deterioration in the poem as if age is taking its toll. In this process one suffers with those one travels with in this life. \"On empty\" and there seems to be a longing for union that is somehow denied. A lovely write my friend.

July 19th, 2026 06:31

Why Time is Such an Able Thief
arqios said:

Your poem holds that quiet ache of two people running on empty together, capturing how time steals not with violence but with the slow, autumnal weight that settles into the limbs and the longing between them. So relatable dear Neville. πŸ™πŸ•ŠοΈ

July 19th, 2026 05:24

A Taste of Freedom
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Yay!!!! Thank you to the Tsar of All Administrators for kicking the publishing gremlin out! Seriously, glad it got resolved and rock on Julian! Also, good to know if this

As for your poem, Neville, this is one powerful piece. I love how you begin with something as ordinary as gulls circling overhead, only to slowly reveal the deeper reality beneath the scene. That final image leaves freedom feeling both precious and painfully costly. Wonderful write, my friend. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

July 14th, 2026 19:12

Page 1 of 37012345678910»...Last »


« Return to the profile of Neville