Comments received on poems by Paul Bell



Brad & Sally
arqios said:

Politics at the intersection, no lights, flashing lights... strobing, connipting... tough, awkward navigation.

May 31st, 2026 17:40

Brad & Sally
sorenbarrett said:

I\'ve been cited for running several red lights before and yellow is the same as green for me. It\'s those stop signs that have me worried when I\'m half way through the intersection and notice a cop watching. Usually it is the speeding violations that they complain about the most and watch out for the accidents caused by a blown tire they result in life long penalties. A wonderful fun read Paul and a fave

May 31st, 2026 11:53

Brad & Sally
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Paul, you got me with this one. 🤣 The absurdity just keeps escalating, and somehow it never loses its footing. What starts as a ridiculous conversation about fashion and traffic lights turns into a full-blown battle of stubbornness and bruised egos. Thoroughly entertaining, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

May 31st, 2026 11:17

Brad & Sally
antra.coree said:

Amazing

May 31st, 2026 07:57

Changing Days
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Paul, I love how this feels both apocalyptic and deeply personal. The poem moves through addicts, outcasts, hospitals, bridges, and death with the logic of a dream…or perhaps a nightmare. It lingers long after the last line. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

May 28th, 2026 20:46

Changing Days
Teddy.15 said:

Wow Paul this is a superb poem, I got an adrenaline rush and your last lines, brilliantly done my friend. 🌹

May 28th, 2026 14:50

Changing Days
sorenbarrett said:

Life is a race without rules and winner takes all. Well written

May 28th, 2026 08:19

The Jesus Girl
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Paul, this carries a sincere emotional weight from beginning to end. The repeated contrast between the Jesus girl’s unwavering compassion and the soldier boy’s inner torment gives the poem a strong rhythm and sense of movement toward healing. “Flashbacks / That make him blind” and “Thoughts of death already ceased” both land hard in very different ways...one showing the depth of suffering, the other the relief that finally follows. Touching and heartfelt piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

May 27th, 2026 10:08

Onions
NafisaSB said:

a satirical expose on war and its effects/after effects...

May 27th, 2026 01:05

The Jesus Girl
orchidee said:

Good write PB.

May 26th, 2026 14:14

The Jesus Girl
sorenbarrett said:

This poem presents the dichotomy of left and right in their views. Living in the time of the Viet Nam war this reminded me of the two mentalities that split the nation the hippie culture and free love and the war mentality and cold war where communism was the number one foe the idea of group sharing was anathema. The bouncing back and forth between one stanza of one side and the next of the other emphasizes the difference. Happily the poem ends on a peaceful note of conversion. Well written

May 26th, 2026 05:21

Onions
David Wakeling said:

Wow an amazing tale.Grabs you from the beginning.So much to unpack here.Enjoyable read

May 21st, 2026 19:30

Onions
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Paul, what an incredible balancing act this is. The dark humor, military routine, grief, denial, and psychological unraveling all weave together so naturally that the reader almost doesn’t realize how deep in the wound they are until later. Sergeant Johnston’s presence throughout the piece becomes haunting in retrospect, and the onion metaphor ends up far more profound than it first appears. Equal parts funny, tragic, and painfully human. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

May 20th, 2026 13:29

Onions
Friendship said:

Great story. You should write a book.

May 20th, 2026 07:55

Onions
arqios said:

Who woulda known the humble onion makes for an interesting life journey or part of it 🤩🕊️🙏🏻🧅

May 20th, 2026 06:02

Onions
sorenbarrett said:

A wonderful write of satire on war and its proceedings. The conversation highlights what is important to the men that put their life on the line far from the aims of war itself. It is personal and almost intimate in its conversation. Nicely written it seems real yet at the same time so satirical of the death and destruction surrounding it. A lovely write Paul

May 20th, 2026 05:17

Onions
Teddy.15 said:

British old school humour, this was a fun read but it has a serious backbone deep down. 🌹

May 20th, 2026 04:40

Lost In Souls
🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽 said:

A strange couple eh, they seem to be ambidextrous, sometimes passionate sometimes not about each other. Kudos for a sensational poem!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too

May 19th, 2026 12:21

Lost In Souls
Friendship said:

Romance story, Your poem \"Lost In Souls\" revolves around the complexities of relationships, particularly the emotional and physical disconnect that can exist between intimate partners. The poet explores themes of love, longing, betrayal, and the duality of connection and separation. You painted a picture of how individuals can be deeply intertwined yet remain fundamentally distant, emphasizing the paradox of intimacy amid emotional estrangement. Nicely written, Paul

May 14th, 2026 13:59

Lost In Souls
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Paul, I really felt the imbalance running through this…the longing for deeper connection while both people keep missing each other emotionally. The poem carries that ache clearly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

May 14th, 2026 11:30

Lost In Souls
sorenbarrett said:

An interwoven metaphor of words and actions in this poem\'s seductive sex between verbs and nouns where adjectives come and go fogging adverbs memories. Well done Paul very creative

May 14th, 2026 07:56

The Tree
Thomas W Case said:

Feels like a dark spiral of thought circling tighter and tighter, where perception and reality start to blur in an uneasy echo.
There’s a grim, unsettling rhythm in it—like the mind repeating a certainty until it becomes something the world is forced to listen to.

May 12th, 2026 08:40

The Tree
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Paul, this is deeply unsettling in a very effective way. The repeated refrain becomes almost ritualistic as the poem circles closer and closer toward tragedy. And the final variation…“It wasn’t even the strongest.”…lands with heartbreaking weight after everything before it. Powerful and memorable piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

May 11th, 2026 19:38

The Tree
Doggerel Dave said:

I was pushed towards a conclusion expertly, though you needn\'t have made so much effort; I was definitely going anyway after the first few lines . The intro led to a tight conclusion.

May 11th, 2026 17:59

The Tree
Friendship said:

Beautifully written, Paul, your poem presents a scene where an old woman and her disabled dog encounter a tree, which symbolizes resilience amidst the fragility of life. The imagery evokes a sense of helplessness and acceptance as the characters confront their limitations and the inevitability of death.

May 11th, 2026 12:02

The Tree
sorenbarrett said:

I love this Paul so creative and powerful it wends its way to the inevitable end with alterations just as life itself and with such a finish. This is poetry A definite fave

May 11th, 2026 10:09

Wrong Day
Thomas W Case said:

Feels like a barstool joke that kept spiraling until it tripped over its own lies.
There’s a chaotic charm in it—funny on the surface, but you can feel the mess catching up underneath.

May 10th, 2026 07:31

Crimson Blue
Mirela said:

I like the way you used the colour-metaphor crimson blue, beautiful tension.

May 10th, 2026 02:35

Wrong Day
Teddy.15 said:

I reckon you should dump them for Friday and Monday? lol 🤣🌹

May 9th, 2026 00:50

Wrong Day
Doggerel Dave said:

I\'m grateful it is only on a weekly basis. What if it were on a monthly schedule with all them birds flying in and those odd months.. Someone will miss out in February, Captain.

May 8th, 2026 19:26

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