Comments received on poems by nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)
OF DYING VERSE
orchidee said:
Good write N. And now a poem starting: O for a bus, a thousand buses even; but we\'ve not seen even one!\' lol.
July 28th, 2026 10:02
orchidee said:
Good write N. And now a poem starting: O for a bus, a thousand buses even; but we\'ve not seen even one!\' lol.
July 28th, 2026 10:02
OF DYING VERSE
Thomas W Case said:
This poem feels timeless, like an echo carried through centuries, filled with reverence and quiet sorrow. There’s a beautiful gravity in your words that gives the piece a lasting, almost sacred presence.
July 28th, 2026 08:22
Thomas W Case said:
This poem feels timeless, like an echo carried through centuries, filled with reverence and quiet sorrow. There’s a beautiful gravity in your words that gives the piece a lasting, almost sacred presence.
July 28th, 2026 08:22
OF DYING VERSE
Thomas W Case said:
This poem carries a solemn, almost mythic tone, with strong imagery that gives a sense of history, loss, and the fading of once-powerful voices. I especially admire the atmosphere you create—there’s a haunting beauty here that lingers, and it could become even more powerful with a slightly clearer emotional thread for the reader to follow.
July 28th, 2026 08:21
Thomas W Case said:
This poem carries a solemn, almost mythic tone, with strong imagery that gives a sense of history, loss, and the fading of once-powerful voices. I especially admire the atmosphere you create—there’s a haunting beauty here that lingers, and it could become even more powerful with a slightly clearer emotional thread for the reader to follow.
July 28th, 2026 08:21
OF DYING VERSE
sorenbarrett said:
Indeed poetry is found in scripture, nature, life itself. A lovely write my friend
July 28th, 2026 04:25
sorenbarrett said:
Indeed poetry is found in scripture, nature, life itself. A lovely write my friend
July 28th, 2026 04:25
THE OLD MAN WHO COLLECTED BOTTLES
Goldfinch60 said:
We each have our own passions that will never die within us Norman.
Andy
July 28th, 2026 01:45
Goldfinch60 said:
We each have our own passions that will never die within us Norman.
Andy
July 28th, 2026 01:45
THE OLD MAN WHO COLLECTED BOTTLES
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, this really moved me. His illness may be claiming his body, but it has not diminished the enthusiasm that lights him from within. One heck of a touching poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 27th, 2026 09:05
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, this really moved me. His illness may be claiming his body, but it has not diminished the enthusiasm that lights him from within. One heck of a touching poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 27th, 2026 09:05
THE OLD MAN WHO COLLECTED BOTTLES
orchidee said:
A sensitive write N.
Meanwhile - so you had enough time to clear up the litter, and bottles, waiting for that bus?! lol.
July 27th, 2026 08:15
orchidee said:
A sensitive write N.
Meanwhile - so you had enough time to clear up the litter, and bottles, waiting for that bus?! lol.
July 27th, 2026 08:15
THE OLD MAN WHO COLLECTED BOTTLES
arqios said:
A person\'s deepest passion (as poetry is in this site) can outlast their bodily deterioration. When acquainting ourselves with them we journey along the investment of their time, effort, talent and thus they are perpetuated in their life work/occupation. 🙏🕊️
July 27th, 2026 05:19
arqios said:
A person\'s deepest passion (as poetry is in this site) can outlast their bodily deterioration. When acquainting ourselves with them we journey along the investment of their time, effort, talent and thus they are perpetuated in their life work/occupation. 🙏🕊️
July 27th, 2026 05:19
THE OLD MAN WHO COLLECTED BOTTLES
sorenbarrett said:
This poem created quite an image in the mind. The metaphor has layers with fragile glass and a man with cancer vintage bottles and a vintage man. The parallel is unavoidably visible. Nicely done
July 27th, 2026 04:30
sorenbarrett said:
This poem created quite an image in the mind. The metaphor has layers with fragile glass and a man with cancer vintage bottles and a vintage man. The parallel is unavoidably visible. Nicely done
July 27th, 2026 04:30
BLACK IRON
Dan Williams said:
Relating seriously to \"twisted soul\", and very familiar with a \"special form of loneliness\" Thanks for this.
July 27th, 2026 01:43
Dan Williams said:
Relating seriously to \"twisted soul\", and very familiar with a \"special form of loneliness\" Thanks for this.
July 27th, 2026 01:43
BLACK IRON
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, what one heck of a poignant poem. You make this room feel almost painfully alive, bearing silent witness as an aging man faces grief, isolation, and the terrible question of whether he still wishes to remain. Deeply moving, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 26th, 2026 18:13
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, what one heck of a poignant poem. You make this room feel almost painfully alive, bearing silent witness as an aging man faces grief, isolation, and the terrible question of whether he still wishes to remain. Deeply moving, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 26th, 2026 18:13
BLACK IRON
Friendship said:
Well written. The poet reflects on the coldness of their environment, both physically and emotionally, suggesting a deep sense of isolation and despair.
July 26th, 2026 12:08
Friendship said:
Well written. The poet reflects on the coldness of their environment, both physically and emotionally, suggesting a deep sense of isolation and despair.
July 26th, 2026 12:08
BLACK IRON
orchidee said:
Good write N. Is this about someone becoming lonely at that bus stop? How long is the queue? lol.
July 26th, 2026 11:52
orchidee said:
Good write N. Is this about someone becoming lonely at that bus stop? How long is the queue? lol.
July 26th, 2026 11:52
BLACK IRON
Thomas W Case said:
He begs the dead hearth like it might still answer, hands clutching rust and memory while the room exhales nothing back. The loneliness here isn’t loud—it’s the kind that settles in the bones and waits, patient as ash, for the last bit of warmth to forget his name.
July 26th, 2026 08:14
Thomas W Case said:
He begs the dead hearth like it might still answer, hands clutching rust and memory while the room exhales nothing back. The loneliness here isn’t loud—it’s the kind that settles in the bones and waits, patient as ash, for the last bit of warmth to forget his name.
July 26th, 2026 08:14
BLACK IRON
arqios said:
A slow extinguishing, the quiet room, the failing body, and the fire losing its last warmth and light all bound together. Most moving truth of life. 🙏🕊️
July 26th, 2026 07:28
arqios said:
A slow extinguishing, the quiet room, the failing body, and the fire losing its last warmth and light all bound together. Most moving truth of life. 🙏🕊️
July 26th, 2026 07:28
BLACK IRON
sorenbarrett said:
What a wonderful metaphor. I remember well at my grandfather\'s house the fireplace and the cast-iron poker, coal shuttle and iron coal stove in the kitchen.
\" Without a kiss
Its cold indifference
Empathy aloof
As smoke which left
Via chimneys shute.\"
These lines hit me hardest. How true and graphic. Nicely done my friend
July 26th, 2026 03:45
sorenbarrett said:
What a wonderful metaphor. I remember well at my grandfather\'s house the fireplace and the cast-iron poker, coal shuttle and iron coal stove in the kitchen.
\" Without a kiss
Its cold indifference
Empathy aloof
As smoke which left
Via chimneys shute.\"
These lines hit me hardest. How true and graphic. Nicely done my friend
July 26th, 2026 03:45
ALL DOORS CLOSED
Paul Bell said:
Tough one.
Losing a child must be the greatest test of faith.
Glad I\'m not religious.
July 25th, 2026 10:15
Paul Bell said:
Tough one.
Losing a child must be the greatest test of faith.
Glad I\'m not religious.
July 25th, 2026 10:15
THE MISTS OF MAAM
orchidee said:
A fine write N. How are the buses in Ireland? lol.
Oh no, a bus service is soon to be withdrawn near our area. No difference? It never arrived anyway? lol.
July 25th, 2026 09:57
orchidee said:
A fine write N. How are the buses in Ireland? lol.
Oh no, a bus service is soon to be withdrawn near our area. No difference? It never arrived anyway? lol.
July 25th, 2026 09:57
THE MISTS OF MAAM
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, this is absolutely beautiful...peaceful, atmospheric, and filled with love for the Irish landscape. Wonderful poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 25th, 2026 09:19
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Norman, this is absolutely beautiful...peaceful, atmospheric, and filled with love for the Irish landscape. Wonderful poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 25th, 2026 09:19
THE MISTS OF MAAM
arqios said:
Now that is surely to be added to the places to visit bucket list. 🕊️🙏
July 25th, 2026 07:47
arqios said:
Now that is surely to be added to the places to visit bucket list. 🕊️🙏
July 25th, 2026 07:47
THE MISTS OF MAAM
sorenbarrett said:
How beautiful, natural nature is and how though it changes it remains unlike some relationships that come and go and are as ethereal as a mist. Well written my friend with most beautiful imagery
July 25th, 2026 04:29
sorenbarrett said:
How beautiful, natural nature is and how though it changes it remains unlike some relationships that come and go and are as ethereal as a mist. Well written my friend with most beautiful imagery
July 25th, 2026 04:29
A DOZEN RED
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words of love for somebody who has p[assed away Norman. may all be well.
Andy
July 25th, 2026 01:48
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words of love for somebody who has p[assed away Norman. may all be well.
Andy
July 25th, 2026 01:48
A DOZEN RED
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully painful poem, Norman! Its restraint and emotional honesty honor the complicated reality of grieving someone with whom much remained unresolved. I have known that mixture myself...and you capture its lingering ache with tremendous sensitivity. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 24th, 2026 09:30
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully painful poem, Norman! Its restraint and emotional honesty honor the complicated reality of grieving someone with whom much remained unresolved. I have known that mixture myself...and you capture its lingering ache with tremendous sensitivity. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 24th, 2026 09:30
A DOZEN RED
arqios said:
One day it will be our turn to receive such respects. In a way we can envy Tom Sawyer at his own funeral for obvious reasons 🙏🏻🕊️
July 24th, 2026 06:14
arqios said:
One day it will be our turn to receive such respects. In a way we can envy Tom Sawyer at his own funeral for obvious reasons 🙏🏻🕊️
July 24th, 2026 06:14
A DOZEN RED
sorenbarrett said:
There is sadness and mourning in this write that is filled with memories and nostalgia as well. It has a dark mood well written Norman
July 24th, 2026 04:19
sorenbarrett said:
There is sadness and mourning in this write that is filled with memories and nostalgia as well. It has a dark mood well written Norman
July 24th, 2026 04:19
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