Comments received on poems by sorenbarrett
Nuts
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Reading this felt like sitting in a late-night debate where the lines between sense and madness blur. You pull it off brilliantly, my friend. A fave! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 26th, 2025 09:05
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Reading this felt like sitting in a late-night debate where the lines between sense and madness blur. You pull it off brilliantly, my friend. A fave! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 26th, 2025 09:05
Night images
Tom Dylan said:
Wonderful words, Soren. You really paint the picture. Nicely done.
September 26th, 2025 04:25
Tom Dylan said:
Wonderful words, Soren. You really paint the picture. Nicely done.
September 26th, 2025 04:25
Nuts
Lorenz said:
Who decides who will be good or evil ?
Neither god nor the devil...
September 26th, 2025 03:33
Lorenz said:
Who decides who will be good or evil ?
Neither god nor the devil...
September 26th, 2025 03:33
Night images
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words soren leading to a place of complete composure.
Andy
September 26th, 2025 01:26
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words soren leading to a place of complete composure.
Andy
September 26th, 2025 01:26
Night images
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Soren, this piece floats between dream and shadow…the rainbow shards, the tunnels of the mind, time sifting into eternity. It’s haunting, layered, and beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 25th, 2025 16:25
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Soren, this piece floats between dream and shadow…the rainbow shards, the tunnels of the mind, time sifting into eternity. It’s haunting, layered, and beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 25th, 2025 16:25
Night images
Friendship said:
This poem explores the interplay between time, dreams, and perception. It delves into the experience of altered states of consciousness, where reality blurs into dreams, and the passage of time becomes fluid. The imagery evokes a sense of introspection and transformation, suggesting that the mind’s journey through darkness and dreams can reveal hidden truths.
September 25th, 2025 08:34
Friendship said:
This poem explores the interplay between time, dreams, and perception. It delves into the experience of altered states of consciousness, where reality blurs into dreams, and the passage of time becomes fluid. The imagery evokes a sense of introspection and transformation, suggesting that the mind’s journey through darkness and dreams can reveal hidden truths.
September 25th, 2025 08:34
Night images
arqios said:
Your poem feels like a meditation on the strange alchemy of night; how silence, memory, and dream reshape the mind into something both fragile and infinite.
September 25th, 2025 07:25
arqios said:
Your poem feels like a meditation on the strange alchemy of night; how silence, memory, and dream reshape the mind into something both fragile and infinite.
September 25th, 2025 07:25
Ghosts
Tom Dylan said:
A fine, thought-provoking piece with some great imagery. Nicely done.
September 25th, 2025 02:25
Tom Dylan said:
A fine, thought-provoking piece with some great imagery. Nicely done.
September 25th, 2025 02:25
Degrees
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
Wow love this one.. beautifully written.
September 24th, 2025 17:21
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
Wow love this one.. beautifully written.
September 24th, 2025 17:21
Degrees
Friendship said:
The poem “Degrees” explores the nuances of perception and the ambiguity of definitions in human behavior and experiences. It challenges the reader to consider the fluidity of concepts such as emotions, actions, and states of being, suggesting that many things exist on a spectrum rather than in binary categories.
September 24th, 2025 13:55
Friendship said:
The poem “Degrees” explores the nuances of perception and the ambiguity of definitions in human behavior and experiences. It challenges the reader to consider the fluidity of concepts such as emotions, actions, and states of being, suggesting that many things exist on a spectrum rather than in binary categories.
September 24th, 2025 13:55
Degrees
orchidee said:
A hair\'s breadth between normality and insanity? I cross the line (or that hair\'s breadth) each day, married to KP! heehee. It\'s only Fido that keeps me sane. lol
September 24th, 2025 10:33
orchidee said:
A hair\'s breadth between normality and insanity? I cross the line (or that hair\'s breadth) each day, married to KP! heehee. It\'s only Fido that keeps me sane. lol
September 24th, 2025 10:33
Degrees
Lorenz said:
\" A psychopath lovingly petting a dog ? \'\' This sentence intrigues me because it resonates with my text of today !
September 24th, 2025 09:17
Lorenz said:
\" A psychopath lovingly petting a dog ? \'\' This sentence intrigues me because it resonates with my text of today !
September 24th, 2025 09:17
Degrees
Keyara S Trotman said:
To infinity and beyond!!!! My dear Soren 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🥂✨
September 24th, 2025 07:35
Keyara S Trotman said:
To infinity and beyond!!!! My dear Soren 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🥂✨
September 24th, 2025 07:35
Degrees
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Soren, this spins with sharp tension…the questions stack until they blur, and you’re left holding the edge of it all. Stark and thought-provoking. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 24th, 2025 07:18
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Soren, this spins with sharp tension…the questions stack until they blur, and you’re left holding the edge of it all. Stark and thought-provoking. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 24th, 2025 07:18
Degrees
Paul Bell said:
As bob said, the times they are a changing.
Two seconds is a glance, 5 seconds is leering the judge informed him, jailing him for ten years.
When did the world go mad.
September 24th, 2025 04:44
Paul Bell said:
As bob said, the times they are a changing.
Two seconds is a glance, 5 seconds is leering the judge informed him, jailing him for ten years.
When did the world go mad.
September 24th, 2025 04:44
Ghosts
Goldfinch60 said:
Changes come in many ways soren and we can see them all.
Andy
September 24th, 2025 01:41
Goldfinch60 said:
Changes come in many ways soren and we can see them all.
Andy
September 24th, 2025 01:41
Ghosts
Paul Bell said:
This reminds me of the guy who lived at the bottom of my street. His garden was like a flower show, his pride and joy.
Then he died, and in time the weeds enveloped the garden, eventually killing it too.
He left his mark, cos I can still see it.
September 23rd, 2025 14:13
Paul Bell said:
This reminds me of the guy who lived at the bottom of my street. His garden was like a flower show, his pride and joy.
Then he died, and in time the weeds enveloped the garden, eventually killing it too.
He left his mark, cos I can still see it.
September 23rd, 2025 14:13
Ghosts
Teddy.15 said:
And what a way to bring in the autumn, wow, wonderful dear sorrenbarret 🌹
September 23rd, 2025 13:15
Teddy.15 said:
And what a way to bring in the autumn, wow, wonderful dear sorrenbarret 🌹
September 23rd, 2025 13:15
Ghosts
Friendship said:
Well written. This poem, \"Ghosts,\" explores the transient nature of existence, highlighting how moments, like smoke and shadows, come and go, leaving behind a cycle of growth and change. It reflects on the inevitability of time\'s passage and the way new beginnings arise from decay.
September 23rd, 2025 07:51
Friendship said:
Well written. This poem, \"Ghosts,\" explores the transient nature of existence, highlighting how moments, like smoke and shadows, come and go, leaving behind a cycle of growth and change. It reflects on the inevitability of time\'s passage and the way new beginnings arise from decay.
September 23rd, 2025 07:51
Ghosts
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Ghosts we are, indeed. Like wisps of clouds remnants...here one moment, then scattered like rain in the ground, buried, absorbed...forgotten. What about history? Eventually even that will be forgotten one day when humanity ceases to exist. Nothing lasts forever, not even memory. Thus, in some ways, we are ghosts now, haunting our abodes and other lives for a time...only to be gone. At least, that is what I get out of this short, but brilliantly metaphorical poem. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 23rd, 2025 07:46
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Ghosts we are, indeed. Like wisps of clouds remnants...here one moment, then scattered like rain in the ground, buried, absorbed...forgotten. What about history? Eventually even that will be forgotten one day when humanity ceases to exist. Nothing lasts forever, not even memory. Thus, in some ways, we are ghosts now, haunting our abodes and other lives for a time...only to be gone. At least, that is what I get out of this short, but brilliantly metaphorical poem. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 23rd, 2025 07:46
Ghosts
arqios said:
I may be misreading this, but I love the last line; about leaving no scar or no mark. That is how it feels somehow much like our digital presence and footprints. But that is just the wayward way of my imagination. Of course, there is so much more to this poem, I\'m afraid that this comment had not done any justice to it.🙏🕊️
September 23rd, 2025 05:49
arqios said:
I may be misreading this, but I love the last line; about leaving no scar or no mark. That is how it feels somehow much like our digital presence and footprints. But that is just the wayward way of my imagination. Of course, there is so much more to this poem, I\'m afraid that this comment had not done any justice to it.🙏🕊️
September 23rd, 2025 05:49
Greater love hath no man
Tom Dylan said:
A fine write, Soren, that flows wonderfully.
September 23rd, 2025 02:50
Tom Dylan said:
A fine write, Soren, that flows wonderfully.
September 23rd, 2025 02:50
Heaven\'s rain
Goldfinch60 said:
So true soren, some things that happen in life are just inexplicable.
Andy
September 23rd, 2025 01:19
Goldfinch60 said:
So true soren, some things that happen in life are just inexplicable.
Andy
September 23rd, 2025 01:19
Heaven\'s rain
Dan Williams said:
\"A drop of sky caught by the eye\". . . just wonderful in its simple wisdom. More good work from you.
September 22nd, 2025 23:15
Dan Williams said:
\"A drop of sky caught by the eye\". . . just wonderful in its simple wisdom. More good work from you.
September 22nd, 2025 23:15
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