Comments received on poems by A Boy With Roses
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
Echoing and Haunted
L. B. Mek said:
\'In the grip of seizure, echoing and haunted
I recognise your love in mirrors, lost in sands
Turning tables when your eyes light up blue
Love, me, you, me and you
Separated by fears, lakes of endless tears \'
December 21st, 2021 04:51
L. B. Mek said:
\'In the grip of seizure, echoing and haunted
I recognise your love in mirrors, lost in sands
Turning tables when your eyes light up blue
Love, me, you, me and you
Separated by fears, lakes of endless tears \'
December 21st, 2021 04:51
Nightfall Stardust
L. B. Mek said:
\'Reading letters in candlelight
by a fiery place
Casting spells in cloudy mirrors
Looking through windows
into fraudulent realty
I hear the rain,
the night\'s music flowing
Divinity in the mind\'s prison burgeoning in hollow pits
My unshaven face, puppy eyes, red blemishes
Days without showering in this depressive gloom
Insane statues
with winter in our bodies, content hands
When we\'re stimulated
and not thinking about the future
Visions like Chromecast unearthed in our ruins
I submit to desire, everyone does
Like moths to light, controlled by impulse\'
December 16th, 2021 05:13
L. B. Mek said:
\'Reading letters in candlelight
by a fiery place
Casting spells in cloudy mirrors
Looking through windows
into fraudulent realty
I hear the rain,
the night\'s music flowing
Divinity in the mind\'s prison burgeoning in hollow pits
My unshaven face, puppy eyes, red blemishes
Days without showering in this depressive gloom
Insane statues
with winter in our bodies, content hands
When we\'re stimulated
and not thinking about the future
Visions like Chromecast unearthed in our ruins
I submit to desire, everyone does
Like moths to light, controlled by impulse\'
December 16th, 2021 05:13
Nightfall Stardust
Caring dove said:
Sometimes life feels like more pain than joy … doesn’t it , it really shouldn’t be that way , makes no sense to me
I like your choice of words in this 🙂
December 16th, 2021 01:17
Caring dove said:
Sometimes life feels like more pain than joy … doesn’t it , it really shouldn’t be that way , makes no sense to me
I like your choice of words in this 🙂
December 16th, 2021 01:17
Laying in Your Arms
Caring dove said:
So much emotion and feeling in this .
Great expression ))
December 14th, 2021 16:42
Caring dove said:
So much emotion and feeling in this .
Great expression ))
December 14th, 2021 16:42
Long Walks in the Rain
woundedheart said:
I take no notice of the cars, they leave like fathers . Very powerful metaphor showing a deeper meaning towards the pain within your poem
December 10th, 2021 03:38
woundedheart said:
I take no notice of the cars, they leave like fathers . Very powerful metaphor showing a deeper meaning towards the pain within your poem
December 10th, 2021 03:38
Long Walks in the Rain
C E Thomas said:
\"Yes; yes, yes.\"
Good work. I felt emotions I can\'t quite put my finger on, but they seem deeply rooted in the human experience. Keep it up, my friend
December 9th, 2021 21:57
C E Thomas said:
\"Yes; yes, yes.\"
Good work. I felt emotions I can\'t quite put my finger on, but they seem deeply rooted in the human experience. Keep it up, my friend
December 9th, 2021 21:57
My Tears Flow Like Rivers
woundedheart said:
Bitter sweet write but very nicely penned
December 9th, 2021 03:53
woundedheart said:
Bitter sweet write but very nicely penned
December 9th, 2021 03:53
My Tears Flow Like Rivers
jarcher54 said:
The boy who never got to love is kind of your anthem. Short and sweet. Nice work.
December 9th, 2021 02:36
jarcher54 said:
The boy who never got to love is kind of your anthem. Short and sweet. Nice work.
December 9th, 2021 02:36
Roadkill Hatecrime
Draven said:
Heartwrenching... writing full of feeling here. xx
December 7th, 2021 17:47
Draven said:
Heartwrenching... writing full of feeling here. xx
December 7th, 2021 17:47
Wild Waters
A Boy With Roses said:
Thank you for your kind words. When I write, I tend to listen to music the most. Poetic words and sounds coexisting are so therapeutic, like the best medicine for the soul. Maybe it subconsciously affects my writing.
December 4th, 2021 19:58
A Boy With Roses said:
Thank you for your kind words. When I write, I tend to listen to music the most. Poetic words and sounds coexisting are so therapeutic, like the best medicine for the soul. Maybe it subconsciously affects my writing.
December 4th, 2021 19:58
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