Comments received on poems by nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)
THE SLENDER ROPES
sorenbarrett said:
I can identify with this poem set so well in short rhyming verse and with good flow. A fave
May 29th, 2026 04:45
sorenbarrett said:
I can identify with this poem set so well in short rhyming verse and with good flow. A fave
May 29th, 2026 04:45
STILL AT PLAY
Goldfinch60 said:
Those were the days Norman when kids played together all day. The sound of a child\'s laugh is still wonderful to hear.
Andy
May 29th, 2026 01:18
Goldfinch60 said:
Those were the days Norman when kids played together all day. The sound of a child\'s laugh is still wonderful to hear.
Andy
May 29th, 2026 01:18
STILL AT PLAY
arqios said:
At play are the best of my childhood memories. Thanks for sharing, a Fave🕊️🙏
May 28th, 2026 20:39
arqios said:
At play are the best of my childhood memories. Thanks for sharing, a Fave🕊️🙏
May 28th, 2026 20:39
STILL AT PLAY
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, “Five more minutes please” instantly transported me back. Such a simple phrase, yet it carries an entire childhood inside it…play, freedom, reluctance to come home, and the feeling that the day might never end. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 28th, 2026 20:36
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, “Five more minutes please” instantly transported me back. Such a simple phrase, yet it carries an entire childhood inside it…play, freedom, reluctance to come home, and the feeling that the day might never end. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 28th, 2026 20:36
STILL AT PLAY
Lorenz said:
Well behaved-children will be allowed to watch the final !
May 28th, 2026 11:43
Lorenz said:
Well behaved-children will be allowed to watch the final !
May 28th, 2026 11:43
STILL AT PLAY
orchidee said:
A fine write N. So you had time for a full game of football, 90 minutes, with the people in that queue, while waiting for that bus. lol. Have they changed the route and not telling us?!
May 28th, 2026 10:48
orchidee said:
A fine write N. So you had time for a full game of football, 90 minutes, with the people in that queue, while waiting for that bus. lol. Have they changed the route and not telling us?!
May 28th, 2026 10:48
STILL AT PLAY
sorenbarrett said:
This poem echoes of childhood and its freedom of expression in play and games. Nicely written Norman
May 28th, 2026 03:57
sorenbarrett said:
This poem echoes of childhood and its freedom of expression in play and games. Nicely written Norman
May 28th, 2026 03:57
LIFES DECREE
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words, I see those bruises as shadows in the days of our lives Norman.
Andy
May 28th, 2026 01:24
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words, I see those bruises as shadows in the days of our lives Norman.
Andy
May 28th, 2026 01:24
LIFES DECREE
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, “Its granite breath” is such a fantastic phrase. It gives the cobbled road an ancient, living presence...as though the landscape itself carries memory and endurance inside it. That image stayed with me throughout the rest of the poem. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 27th, 2026 21:50
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, “Its granite breath” is such a fantastic phrase. It gives the cobbled road an ancient, living presence...as though the landscape itself carries memory and endurance inside it. That image stayed with me throughout the rest of the poem. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 27th, 2026 21:50
LIFES DECREE
sorenbarrett said:
I love this poem and its cadence with marching flavor to it. It ends in rhyme that solidifies the finality of it. Well worded it gives a feel of earthiness. Nicely done Norman and a fave
May 27th, 2026 04:33
sorenbarrett said:
I love this poem and its cadence with marching flavor to it. It ends in rhyme that solidifies the finality of it. Well worded it gives a feel of earthiness. Nicely done Norman and a fave
May 27th, 2026 04:33
THE LAST REFLECTION
Goldfinch60 said:
The artists home is within your mind Norman and will always be there.
Andy
May 27th, 2026 01:42
Goldfinch60 said:
The artists home is within your mind Norman and will always be there.
Andy
May 27th, 2026 01:42
THE LAST REFLECTION
Katie B. said:
Excellent write, Norman! I enjoyed reading your work.
May 26th, 2026 14:21
Katie B. said:
Excellent write, Norman! I enjoyed reading your work.
May 26th, 2026 14:21
THE LAST REFLECTION
orchidee said:
Yes, and you saw your reflection in the bus shelter window while waiting for that bus! lol.
May 26th, 2026 10:01
orchidee said:
Yes, and you saw your reflection in the bus shelter window while waiting for that bus! lol.
May 26th, 2026 10:01
THE LAST REFLECTION
arqios said:
Not in gold and not in silver but treasures of soul that none can pilfer! 🙏🕊️
May 26th, 2026 06:16
arqios said:
Not in gold and not in silver but treasures of soul that none can pilfer! 🙏🕊️
May 26th, 2026 06:16
THE LAST REFLECTION
sorenbarrett said:
They always told me that art and particularly poetry is a pauper\'s job and that no poet ever died rich. Well written Norman
May 26th, 2026 03:18
sorenbarrett said:
They always told me that art and particularly poetry is a pauper\'s job and that no poet ever died rich. Well written Norman
May 26th, 2026 03:18
WINGED MESSENGER
Goldfinch60 said:
Each of our brightness\'s are within us Norman.
Andy
May 26th, 2026 01:43
Goldfinch60 said:
Each of our brightness\'s are within us Norman.
Andy
May 26th, 2026 01:43
WINGED MESSENGER
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, wow…this is one hauntingly beautiful piece, my friend. The poem moves like a vision…part prophecy, part dream, part meditation beneath the stars. I especially love how the wing imagery carries through the poem, giving it this sense of ascent despite the shadows and bloodlust woven underneath. There’s real mystery and atmosphere here. Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 25th, 2026 15:29
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, wow…this is one hauntingly beautiful piece, my friend. The poem moves like a vision…part prophecy, part dream, part meditation beneath the stars. I especially love how the wing imagery carries through the poem, giving it this sense of ascent despite the shadows and bloodlust woven underneath. There’s real mystery and atmosphere here. Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 25th, 2026 15:29
WINGED MESSENGER
arqios said:
Makes me think of the Muse with wings that restores and revives. It brings an encouragement toward authentic expression while preserving the deeper mysteries of the self. A Fave! 🙏🕊️
May 25th, 2026 06:27
arqios said:
Makes me think of the Muse with wings that restores and revives. It brings an encouragement toward authentic expression while preserving the deeper mysteries of the self. A Fave! 🙏🕊️
May 25th, 2026 06:27
WINGED MESSENGER
David Wakeling said:
A wonderful poem with amazingly bright and positive advice that will lead to a better life. An enjoyable read
May 25th, 2026 05:42
David Wakeling said:
A wonderful poem with amazingly bright and positive advice that will lead to a better life. An enjoyable read
May 25th, 2026 05:42
WINGED MESSENGER
sorenbarrett said:
Some great rhyme and images created in this write. Nicely done
May 25th, 2026 04:19
sorenbarrett said:
Some great rhyme and images created in this write. Nicely done
May 25th, 2026 04:19
SPOKEN FROM LIPS
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this reminded me of those relationships or moments that slowly dissolve not through explosion, but through distance and time…where the grief comes less from anger and more from realizing you can no longer fully grasp what once felt eternal. The softness of the language makes that ache hit even harder. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 24th, 2026 12:15
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this reminded me of those relationships or moments that slowly dissolve not through explosion, but through distance and time…where the grief comes less from anger and more from realizing you can no longer fully grasp what once felt eternal. The softness of the language makes that ache hit even harder. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
May 24th, 2026 12:15
SPOKEN FROM LIPS
arqios said:
This poem makes me reflect on how love and meaningful experiences fade over time into memories, whispers, and words. It seems to suggest that emotions once deeply felt can become distant and impossible to fully recover. That may then symbolize the loss of deeper meaning within people, societies, or generations as time passes.
May 24th, 2026 06:58
arqios said:
This poem makes me reflect on how love and meaningful experiences fade over time into memories, whispers, and words. It seems to suggest that emotions once deeply felt can become distant and impossible to fully recover. That may then symbolize the loss of deeper meaning within people, societies, or generations as time passes.
May 24th, 2026 06:58
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