Comments received on poems by A Boy With Roses
Greenwich Equinox
Draven said:
Beautiful yet haunting and drowning imagery. Nicely written once again xx
February 5th, 2022 17:23
Draven said:
Beautiful yet haunting and drowning imagery. Nicely written once again xx
February 5th, 2022 17:23
An Angel Without Wings
Almost said:
Your poetry is always beautiful. Even this one, very nicely written.
February 4th, 2022 04:07
Almost said:
Your poetry is always beautiful. Even this one, very nicely written.
February 4th, 2022 04:07
An Angel Without Wings
sophin said:
beautiful words, truly. the prose so is so well written and so vivid. great write, blue
February 3rd, 2022 23:33
sophin said:
beautiful words, truly. the prose so is so well written and so vivid. great write, blue
February 3rd, 2022 23:33
Somewhere In A Poem Tonight
Almost said:
Wonderful poem. Beautifully written.
January 30th, 2022 22:16
Almost said:
Wonderful poem. Beautifully written.
January 30th, 2022 22:16
Dreamclouds
jarcher54 said:
I think we\'ve all cried all night over a love that isn\'t gonna work, or can\'t happen, or is unrequited. Love the way you put it, the world is gone in a blink. When your thoughts collapse on themselves and you are oblivious to the rest!
January 29th, 2022 23:25
jarcher54 said:
I think we\'ve all cried all night over a love that isn\'t gonna work, or can\'t happen, or is unrequited. Love the way you put it, the world is gone in a blink. When your thoughts collapse on themselves and you are oblivious to the rest!
January 29th, 2022 23:25
Tortured Love
jarcher54 said:
Our angels, our warriors... a succinct, hard-hitting description... perhaps the two perfect facets of our ideal being, the soul we hope is within us, or the spirit watching over us... angelic and ferocious, gentle yet powerful. When one thinks of the Miltonian battles between the forces of heaven and hell, one pictures warrior-angels. I ramble, but you made me do it!
January 22nd, 2022 01:29
jarcher54 said:
Our angels, our warriors... a succinct, hard-hitting description... perhaps the two perfect facets of our ideal being, the soul we hope is within us, or the spirit watching over us... angelic and ferocious, gentle yet powerful. When one thinks of the Miltonian battles between the forces of heaven and hell, one pictures warrior-angels. I ramble, but you made me do it!
January 22nd, 2022 01:29
Like the Inside of an Orange
sophin said:
stunning prose, blue. \"I was learning to appreciate the magic in mundane beauty, straying from the darkness which propels me into distorted motion, this unthinkable thirst, but it all fell apart. Every so often I hear a car passing by. The room is dark but I\'m sure it\'s morning. The daylight is echoing. This is a test.\" - so beautiful.
January 20th, 2022 22:58
sophin said:
stunning prose, blue. \"I was learning to appreciate the magic in mundane beauty, straying from the darkness which propels me into distorted motion, this unthinkable thirst, but it all fell apart. Every so often I hear a car passing by. The room is dark but I\'m sure it\'s morning. The daylight is echoing. This is a test.\" - so beautiful.
January 20th, 2022 22:58
Earth to Dust
Draven said:
Such rawness in this poem. xx Beautifully written.
January 17th, 2022 02:58
Draven said:
Such rawness in this poem. xx Beautifully written.
January 17th, 2022 02:58
I Don\'t See What You See
L. B. Mek said:
\'You\'re acting like someone I don\'t know
Saying things I don\'t mean, with your haughty smile
My body trembles and I remember why
The sky illuminated on a dark night is more silent
Than my treacherous mind, devouring time \'
January 13th, 2022 04:11
L. B. Mek said:
\'You\'re acting like someone I don\'t know
Saying things I don\'t mean, with your haughty smile
My body trembles and I remember why
The sky illuminated on a dark night is more silent
Than my treacherous mind, devouring time \'
January 13th, 2022 04:11
Guaraná
jarcher54 said:
Lots of choice images here. Your work is often like a puzzle, challenges to the mind and the heart... can hills spill moonlight? Yes, they can, you nailed it! And cries can be an orchestra... and if you say so, butterflies can whisper!
January 12th, 2022 01:06
jarcher54 said:
Lots of choice images here. Your work is often like a puzzle, challenges to the mind and the heart... can hills spill moonlight? Yes, they can, you nailed it! And cries can be an orchestra... and if you say so, butterflies can whisper!
January 12th, 2022 01:06
LIMBS
L. B. Mek said:
\'But our youth, our youth
was wasted
All the drinks we had, *left
thirsty desert\'s behind
All the laughs we had, *faded
in-to clown masks
Now we\'re left
with this undying, bruise
There\'s no light in us, just
a vibrant darkness
Sailing
in these rough *Time\'s
alone
Billowing o\'er clouded hills
Billowing o\'er clouded hills\'
(Brilliant!
I humbly apologise, for my rude suggestions
I meant no disrespect, dear Poet
just overzealously, sharing
how your poignantly immersive poetry
revealed itself, to me)
January 11th, 2022 04:37
L. B. Mek said:
\'But our youth, our youth
was wasted
All the drinks we had, *left
thirsty desert\'s behind
All the laughs we had, *faded
in-to clown masks
Now we\'re left
with this undying, bruise
There\'s no light in us, just
a vibrant darkness
Sailing
in these rough *Time\'s
alone
Billowing o\'er clouded hills
Billowing o\'er clouded hills\'
(Brilliant!
I humbly apologise, for my rude suggestions
I meant no disrespect, dear Poet
just overzealously, sharing
how your poignantly immersive poetry
revealed itself, to me)
January 11th, 2022 04:37
Quiet Observer
Caring dove said:
Really Amazing )) the way you express yourself in this ..,
Liking your words …
January 8th, 2022 18:04
Caring dove said:
Really Amazing )) the way you express yourself in this ..,
Liking your words …
January 8th, 2022 18:04
Unholy Sanctuary
Caring dove said:
Such beautiful words .. especially in the second half of this poem . tho sad .
So creative you are , with your words
January 8th, 2022 17:53
Caring dove said:
Such beautiful words .. especially in the second half of this poem . tho sad .
So creative you are , with your words
January 8th, 2022 17:53
Quiet Observer
Garth Rakumakoe said:
An abstract narrative of intertwining shadows, telling tales bound by pictures of situational phrases to the story of me being jealous, an impulsive rapture in may ways, that spreads with the jittery birds polluting the skies. Each picture portrays a piece of me, two moons from loving you, the heart flow in the brooding night, looking for a warm and gentle embrace, I am the man on the hill, whose cigarette\'s dying weaker... So much is poured into this piece, so much mingling color, that makes it a masterpiece, diamond in the rough kinda stuff, honestly...... It reminds me why I so so much love the abstract and peculiar. A painting worth a thousand gallery walls this! - Impeccable artistic expression, absolutely magnificent! - Well done dear writer!
January 8th, 2022 02:19
Garth Rakumakoe said:
An abstract narrative of intertwining shadows, telling tales bound by pictures of situational phrases to the story of me being jealous, an impulsive rapture in may ways, that spreads with the jittery birds polluting the skies. Each picture portrays a piece of me, two moons from loving you, the heart flow in the brooding night, looking for a warm and gentle embrace, I am the man on the hill, whose cigarette\'s dying weaker... So much is poured into this piece, so much mingling color, that makes it a masterpiece, diamond in the rough kinda stuff, honestly...... It reminds me why I so so much love the abstract and peculiar. A painting worth a thousand gallery walls this! - Impeccable artistic expression, absolutely magnificent! - Well done dear writer!
January 8th, 2022 02:19
Amitriptyline
L. B. Mek said:
\'Where the pictures used to be, saying your name
Saying your name, saying your name
Too high to see my feet, but
needless to say
That was the last time
I truly smiled, seeing your face
Decomposing sunlight sewn into orgasm
The happiness
could never have lasted, it was an island
Floating away into time, worn down
I hear your name
in every puddle when it rains\'
January 5th, 2022 04:43
L. B. Mek said:
\'Where the pictures used to be, saying your name
Saying your name, saying your name
Too high to see my feet, but
needless to say
That was the last time
I truly smiled, seeing your face
Decomposing sunlight sewn into orgasm
The happiness
could never have lasted, it was an island
Floating away into time, worn down
I hear your name
in every puddle when it rains\'
January 5th, 2022 04:43
Your Words Fall Like Stars
Goddess of the Mist said:
Very lovely, deep and thoughtful.
January 5th, 2022 01:33
Goddess of the Mist said:
Very lovely, deep and thoughtful.
January 5th, 2022 01:33
Prerequisite Rhythm
Draven said:
Lovely poem, really well written and totally engaging.
January 2nd, 2022 10:20
Draven said:
Lovely poem, really well written and totally engaging.
January 2nd, 2022 10:20
Prerequisite Rhythm
Caring dove said:
Beautiful poem 🙂🙂 such a great way with words .. again
December 31st, 2021 17:50
Caring dove said:
Beautiful poem 🙂🙂 such a great way with words .. again
December 31st, 2021 17:50
In An Echoing Room
Draven said:
Wonderful imagery and chaos captured here. x
December 30th, 2021 09:36
Draven said:
Wonderful imagery and chaos captured here. x
December 30th, 2021 09:36
Blue-Grey Spells in Treacherous Mist
Caring dove said:
A good writing , Jordan ) it’s difficult when we care and we see someone else hurting in life .
I hope your not feeling too bad today . Not had the best of days .. but maybe tomorrow will be better .
Happy Christmas anyway )
December 25th, 2021 16:22
Caring dove said:
A good writing , Jordan ) it’s difficult when we care and we see someone else hurting in life .
I hope your not feeling too bad today . Not had the best of days .. but maybe tomorrow will be better .
Happy Christmas anyway )
December 25th, 2021 16:22
Skies Asunder
L. B. Mek said:
(please forgive my rudeness, dear Poet
for daring, to mess with your Poetic Genius
but I\'m a fool at my core
and so I couldn\'t resist
to share with you
how your brilliant words, revealed
themselves to me..
and Happy holidays)
\'I see the winter sun
wax in the milky purple, wooded
In a colossal white abyss
A child\'s face staring at me
I see it
slowly changing,
Illuminated pulse wreathe
in the turbulent flood
I am calm, almost numb.\'
\'I am blurry eyed, dancing
in the storm of indifference,
I push myself to remember
the touch of your face
A lifetime ago
when I could hear the cars at night
While you
were asleep, it all came flooding back
The ever lasting sound
of the TV in the background
The cold grey sky
falling
The spray of rain, calling out
my name
In the brume, I seen ghosts
I couldn\'t circumvent
Can\'t avoid
the feeling of dying
I cleave to it, those
blithe moments, in between \'
\'Landlocked, living with you
blue boy
singing ocean songs
Time
is the biggest mountain
Hallucinations
in a morbid desert, rustling leaves
in winter
I kick my feet, tread along
the soaked pavement \'
\'The dark crescent moonlight
fervid, in the white-hot
empyrean
Rapid tides growing
Piercing dolour fluctuating
Flaxen, fulgent beams
frolicking in nightmares
A garden blossomed
in the iris, a city of dreams
Tied to hope
with ribbons, but I\'m powerless
I allude, all the things
I can\'t evade, they see me
Dew in my mouth, lachrymose blood in my hands
I drew a picture of Heaven and seen you like an angel
Lightsome
in the translucent ivory pictures
of tomorrow\'s mind
I splash and rend
I think of myself
in the afterlife
*by your side, once again\'
December 24th, 2021 04:44
L. B. Mek said:
(please forgive my rudeness, dear Poet
for daring, to mess with your Poetic Genius
but I\'m a fool at my core
and so I couldn\'t resist
to share with you
how your brilliant words, revealed
themselves to me..
and Happy holidays)
\'I see the winter sun
wax in the milky purple, wooded
In a colossal white abyss
A child\'s face staring at me
I see it
slowly changing,
Illuminated pulse wreathe
in the turbulent flood
I am calm, almost numb.\'
\'I am blurry eyed, dancing
in the storm of indifference,
I push myself to remember
the touch of your face
A lifetime ago
when I could hear the cars at night
While you
were asleep, it all came flooding back
The ever lasting sound
of the TV in the background
The cold grey sky
falling
The spray of rain, calling out
my name
In the brume, I seen ghosts
I couldn\'t circumvent
Can\'t avoid
the feeling of dying
I cleave to it, those
blithe moments, in between \'
\'Landlocked, living with you
blue boy
singing ocean songs
Time
is the biggest mountain
Hallucinations
in a morbid desert, rustling leaves
in winter
I kick my feet, tread along
the soaked pavement \'
\'The dark crescent moonlight
fervid, in the white-hot
empyrean
Rapid tides growing
Piercing dolour fluctuating
Flaxen, fulgent beams
frolicking in nightmares
A garden blossomed
in the iris, a city of dreams
Tied to hope
with ribbons, but I\'m powerless
I allude, all the things
I can\'t evade, they see me
Dew in my mouth, lachrymose blood in my hands
I drew a picture of Heaven and seen you like an angel
Lightsome
in the translucent ivory pictures
of tomorrow\'s mind
I splash and rend
I think of myself
in the afterlife
*by your side, once again\'
December 24th, 2021 04:44
Skies Asunder
screaming goat. (New and Improved) said:
I can see you worked very hard on this. Good on you! You are the kind of poem writer I want to be someday. Good luck!
December 23rd, 2021 20:52
screaming goat. (New and Improved) said:
I can see you worked very hard on this. Good on you! You are the kind of poem writer I want to be someday. Good luck!
December 23rd, 2021 20:52
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