Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind
an old woman called Kay (for Teddy)
RSM0812 said:
Prob smelled pretty fricken bad eh
February 17th, 2026 00:16
RSM0812 said:
Prob smelled pretty fricken bad eh
February 17th, 2026 00:16
Loved Ones Remain Forever
Teddy.15 said:
Exquisite poetry every line,
in death shall all remember
the manic halls where walked not once
but twice the fog of mammals
confined in doom, each hanging like a Lord
Love this stanza so much.
Always my teacher forever my dear friend. 🌹
February 9th, 2026 03:58
Teddy.15 said:
Exquisite poetry every line,
in death shall all remember
the manic halls where walked not once
but twice the fog of mammals
confined in doom, each hanging like a Lord
Love this stanza so much.
Always my teacher forever my dear friend. 🌹
February 9th, 2026 03:58
Loved Ones Remain Forever
sorenbarrett said:
Melvin this carries with it a feeling of gloom and the air of death. The mood about the same as the one that I\'ll post tomorrow. An enigmatic poem of lost wandering. Well done my friend
February 8th, 2026 12:50
sorenbarrett said:
Melvin this carries with it a feeling of gloom and the air of death. The mood about the same as the one that I\'ll post tomorrow. An enigmatic poem of lost wandering. Well done my friend
February 8th, 2026 12:50
an old woman called Kay (for Teddy)
Thomas W Case said:
chaos wrapped in rhyme.
Love that you didn’t hold back on the… explosive details.
February 3rd, 2026 07:49
Thomas W Case said:
chaos wrapped in rhyme.
Love that you didn’t hold back on the… explosive details.
February 3rd, 2026 07:49
an old woman called Kay (for Teddy)
Tristan Robert Lange said:
LOL! I guess we could say that poor old Kay was one to avoid that day! Great limerick, my friend! 🤣
January 28th, 2026 16:11
Tristan Robert Lange said:
LOL! I guess we could say that poor old Kay was one to avoid that day! Great limerick, my friend! 🤣
January 28th, 2026 16:11
an old woman called Kay (for Teddy)
Teddy.15 said:
There once was a dog with the flu
Who coughed all over dear sue
She covered it\'s mouth
as her bra went south
they both ended up in the loo
Ha ha I\'m the worst at Limerick but I do love them.
January 28th, 2026 15:57
Teddy.15 said:
There once was a dog with the flu
Who coughed all over dear sue
She covered it\'s mouth
as her bra went south
they both ended up in the loo
Ha ha I\'m the worst at Limerick but I do love them.
January 28th, 2026 15:57
an old woman called Kay (for Teddy)
Teddy.15 said:
LOL obviously you are a natural, chuckling here I think Kay needs a bed for the night! 🤣 🤣 A wonderful Limerick indeed. Melvin the great! 💜
January 28th, 2026 15:49
Teddy.15 said:
LOL obviously you are a natural, chuckling here I think Kay needs a bed for the night! 🤣 🤣 A wonderful Limerick indeed. Melvin the great! 💜
January 28th, 2026 15:49
an old woman called Kay (for Teddy)
sorenbarrett said:
A great limerick that is a gas. Loved it
January 28th, 2026 12:50
sorenbarrett said:
A great limerick that is a gas. Loved it
January 28th, 2026 12:50
And a Pot Belly Laugh
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this is dense, unsettling, and fiercely embodied. Land, water, faith, and flesh are braided until none can be separated without damage. The poem doesn’t explain its vision…it performs it. Powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 28th, 2026 10:50
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this is dense, unsettling, and fiercely embodied. Land, water, faith, and flesh are braided until none can be separated without damage. The poem doesn’t explain its vision…it performs it. Powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 28th, 2026 10:50
And a Pot Belly Laugh
Teddy.15 said:
I feel a strong sense of using our lives to live whilst we can. A great London saying I will always keep is (you\'re a longtime dead) maybe we should focus on the beauty instead of the negative. Melvin my dear friend, you got me reflecting. Poetic and beautiful. 🌹
January 28th, 2026 03:15
Teddy.15 said:
I feel a strong sense of using our lives to live whilst we can. A great London saying I will always keep is (you\'re a longtime dead) maybe we should focus on the beauty instead of the negative. Melvin my dear friend, you got me reflecting. Poetic and beautiful. 🌹
January 28th, 2026 03:15
And a Pot Belly Laugh
sorenbarrett said:
With many biblical images this poem speaks as a revelation and warning to those that will hear. Nicely crafted Melvin
January 27th, 2026 17:23
sorenbarrett said:
With many biblical images this poem speaks as a revelation and warning to those that will hear. Nicely crafted Melvin
January 27th, 2026 17:23
Under A Net Of Kisses
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this feels immersive…like being pulled under and held there by sound and sensation. The poem moves in waves, not lines, and it carries a strange, hypnotic calm even when the imagery turns raw. Compelling work, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 27th, 2026 08:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this feels immersive…like being pulled under and held there by sound and sensation. The poem moves in waves, not lines, and it carries a strange, hypnotic calm even when the imagery turns raw. Compelling work, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 27th, 2026 08:55
Under A Net Of Kisses
Thomas W Case said:
This drifts like smoke over warm skin—wild, unafraid, and tenderly dangerous.
Your words swim, shimmer, and bite all at once; gritty, alive, and strangely kind.
January 27th, 2026 08:53
Thomas W Case said:
This drifts like smoke over warm skin—wild, unafraid, and tenderly dangerous.
Your words swim, shimmer, and bite all at once; gritty, alive, and strangely kind.
January 27th, 2026 08:53
Under A Net Of Kisses
Friendship said:
Nicely said. Your poem explores themes of love, connection, and the passage of time, juxtaposed with the natural world. It presents a romanticized vision of intimacy and the transient nature of experiences, suggesting that love is both a refuge and a complex, sometimes overwhelming force.
January 26th, 2026 15:23
Friendship said:
Nicely said. Your poem explores themes of love, connection, and the passage of time, juxtaposed with the natural world. It presents a romanticized vision of intimacy and the transient nature of experiences, suggesting that love is both a refuge and a complex, sometimes overwhelming force.
January 26th, 2026 15:23
Under A Net Of Kisses
sorenbarrett said:
Here minnows devorar the scraps fallen to crevices and the wind caresses mounted waves. This poem raises erotic and falls in pulsing rhythms. Nicely done Melvin
January 26th, 2026 14:01
sorenbarrett said:
Here minnows devorar the scraps fallen to crevices and the wind caresses mounted waves. This poem raises erotic and falls in pulsing rhythms. Nicely done Melvin
January 26th, 2026 14:01
The World Is All But One Mile High
Teddy.15 said:
Wow, I\'ve missed your beautiful lines so much. Gushing here. 🌹
January 25th, 2026 12:09
Teddy.15 said:
Wow, I\'ve missed your beautiful lines so much. Gushing here. 🌹
January 25th, 2026 12:09
The World Is All But One Mile High
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this poem unfolds like a grim procession. Nature, memory, and modernity collapse into a single pantomime where harm masquerades as order. The closing image is chilling…sleep enforced, not earned. A stark, uncompromising piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 25th, 2026 11:20
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this poem unfolds like a grim procession. Nature, memory, and modernity collapse into a single pantomime where harm masquerades as order. The closing image is chilling…sleep enforced, not earned. A stark, uncompromising piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 25th, 2026 11:20
Honey and Cigarettes
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this poem moves like a fevered liturgy. Images of devotion, decay, and patience blur into something deeply human and uneasy. The repetition, the sensory weight, the quiet plea beneath it all…it creates a powerful, lingering presence. A compelling piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 25th, 2026 10:15
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this poem moves like a fevered liturgy. Images of devotion, decay, and patience blur into something deeply human and uneasy. The repetition, the sensory weight, the quiet plea beneath it all…it creates a powerful, lingering presence. A compelling piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 25th, 2026 10:15
The World Is All But One Mile High
sorenbarrett said:
A disintegrating world whether by man\'s hand or that of time it is bleak and dark and shows no promise of renewal. Destroyed for man it remains but a cinder a burnt out clinker in the oven of time. Very dark Melvin but all too true
January 25th, 2026 08:24
sorenbarrett said:
A disintegrating world whether by man\'s hand or that of time it is bleak and dark and shows no promise of renewal. Destroyed for man it remains but a cinder a burnt out clinker in the oven of time. Very dark Melvin but all too true
January 25th, 2026 08:24
The World Is All But One Mile High
Friendship said:
A sorrowful and dark poem. Your poem presents a surreal and dystopian vision of the world, exploring themes of loss, childhood innocence, and existential despair. It conveys a sense of entrapment in a reality where nature is juxtaposed with human-made structures and societal constraints. The imagery suggests a world that has lost its vitality and connection to its origins, resulting in a bleak existence marked by silence and despair.
January 25th, 2026 08:06
Friendship said:
A sorrowful and dark poem. Your poem presents a surreal and dystopian vision of the world, exploring themes of loss, childhood innocence, and existential despair. It conveys a sense of entrapment in a reality where nature is juxtaposed with human-made structures and societal constraints. The imagery suggests a world that has lost its vitality and connection to its origins, resulting in a bleak existence marked by silence and despair.
January 25th, 2026 08:06
Honey and Cigarettes
sorenbarrett said:
Old men counting fingers stained with nicotine and glue, what have they been up to? High on that model glue again this does seem a fever dream yet most prophesies do. Modern scripture with that new god between the ceiling and the sky, must be those fumes again. Turn on the ceiling fan. Wow Melvin you have done it to me. Checking the clock its 2:00 AM. Good one my friend
January 24th, 2026 18:05
sorenbarrett said:
Old men counting fingers stained with nicotine and glue, what have they been up to? High on that model glue again this does seem a fever dream yet most prophesies do. Modern scripture with that new god between the ceiling and the sky, must be those fumes again. Turn on the ceiling fan. Wow Melvin you have done it to me. Checking the clock its 2:00 AM. Good one my friend
January 24th, 2026 18:05
Honey and Cigarettes
aDarkerMind said:
very kind words and understanding.....
such comments are deeply appreciated.
thank you very much.
January 24th, 2026 17:51
aDarkerMind said:
very kind words and understanding.....
such comments are deeply appreciated.
thank you very much.
January 24th, 2026 17:51
Honey and Cigarettes
Friendship said:
You had me thinking. Well done. Your poem \"Honey and Cigarettes\" revolves around the juxtaposition of life and death, hope and despair, and the human experience intertwined with the mundane and the profound. The imagery suggests a struggle between spiritual yearning and the harsh realities of existence, as seen through the lens of prayer, loss, and the cyclical nature of life. There is a sense of longing for connection and understanding amid chaos and coldness, underscored by the recurring motif of “2 am,” symbolizing a time of introspection, uncertainty, and vulnerability.
January 24th, 2026 17:47
Friendship said:
You had me thinking. Well done. Your poem \"Honey and Cigarettes\" revolves around the juxtaposition of life and death, hope and despair, and the human experience intertwined with the mundane and the profound. The imagery suggests a struggle between spiritual yearning and the harsh realities of existence, as seen through the lens of prayer, loss, and the cyclical nature of life. There is a sense of longing for connection and understanding amid chaos and coldness, underscored by the recurring motif of “2 am,” symbolizing a time of introspection, uncertainty, and vulnerability.
January 24th, 2026 17:47
Somewhere Inside
Teddy.15 said:
My dear Melvin, first of all I love your title, your imagery is some of the best I\'ve seen in your poetry,. Under the bridge? that reminded me of my friend who had a liquid test run through her body and it was radioactive, a test for the big C, so we couldn\'t see her for a few days. My gut tells me this one is very dark, how poetically talented you are as always, inspiring and emotionally connected to your readers always🌹
January 24th, 2026 03:46
Teddy.15 said:
My dear Melvin, first of all I love your title, your imagery is some of the best I\'ve seen in your poetry,. Under the bridge? that reminded me of my friend who had a liquid test run through her body and it was radioactive, a test for the big C, so we couldn\'t see her for a few days. My gut tells me this one is very dark, how poetically talented you are as always, inspiring and emotionally connected to your readers always🌹
January 24th, 2026 03:46
Somewhere Inside
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, the refrain of “cold as beer in a never ending song” anchors the chaos beautifully. It gives the whole piece a weary pulse that keeps returning. Well done, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 23rd, 2026 17:33
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, the refrain of “cold as beer in a never ending song” anchors the chaos beautifully. It gives the whole piece a weary pulse that keeps returning. Well done, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 23rd, 2026 17:33
Somewhere Inside
sorenbarrett said:
Melvin such a write here vivid images that revolt and with grit and grime it vomits its message for all to see. A lovely write
January 23rd, 2026 13:47
sorenbarrett said:
Melvin such a write here vivid images that revolt and with grit and grime it vomits its message for all to see. A lovely write
January 23rd, 2026 13:47
Where Hides My Fallen Autumn Leaves
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this reads like a ruminative chant where memory, desire, culture, and absurdity collide. It’s chaotic but intentional, curious without apology, and held together by a voice that trusts its own momentum. Strange, provocative, and compelling. Which translates to...I absolutely love it! Well done, my friend, as always! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 11th, 2026 09:20
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Melvin, this reads like a ruminative chant where memory, desire, culture, and absurdity collide. It’s chaotic but intentional, curious without apology, and held together by a voice that trusts its own momentum. Strange, provocative, and compelling. Which translates to...I absolutely love it! Well done, my friend, as always! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 11th, 2026 09:20
Where Hides My Fallen Autumn Leaves
Thomas W Case said:
Your mind runs wild and untamed, a forest of thought where nothing polite survives. I felt the autumn leaves fall right onto my chest.
January 11th, 2026 08:54
Thomas W Case said:
Your mind runs wild and untamed, a forest of thought where nothing polite survives. I felt the autumn leaves fall right onto my chest.
January 11th, 2026 08:54
Where Hides My Fallen Autumn Leaves
sorenbarrett said:
A poetic eco friendly mishmash recycle crafted write that tickles the fancy on a morning ramble. Well done
January 11th, 2026 03:57
sorenbarrett said:
A poetic eco friendly mishmash recycle crafted write that tickles the fancy on a morning ramble. Well done
January 11th, 2026 03:57
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