Comments received on poems by Lorenz
The child of the depths
sorenbarrett said:
Ah what we label childhood dreams when adults are the reality of adolescence and the fantasy of children may be reality ignored. Nicely written
August 21st, 2025 12:22
sorenbarrett said:
Ah what we label childhood dreams when adults are the reality of adolescence and the fantasy of children may be reality ignored. Nicely written
August 21st, 2025 12:22
The poet in hell
sorenbarrett said:
Poets do not belong in the religious and traditional heaven and must be consigned to hell. I too would choose my seat next to theirs. Lovely
August 18th, 2025 14:43
sorenbarrett said:
Poets do not belong in the religious and traditional heaven and must be consigned to hell. I too would choose my seat next to theirs. Lovely
August 18th, 2025 14:43
The poet in hell
Priya Tomar said:
Creativity is cursed by the crowd.
Nicely done, wonderful work.
August 18th, 2025 14:05
Priya Tomar said:
Creativity is cursed by the crowd.
Nicely done, wonderful work.
August 18th, 2025 14:05
The poet in hell
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem is a metaphor for the creative destiny: a poet condemned both by the world and by his own inspiration. An allegory of art as a curse.
August 18th, 2025 11:11
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem is a metaphor for the creative destiny: a poet condemned both by the world and by his own inspiration. An allegory of art as a curse.
August 18th, 2025 11:11
Human condition
Ellen Marsell said:
It is a plunge into the darkness of the human soul. Literary and cultural images are turned into symbols of loss and illusion. This way of connecting the world of myth and fairy tale with the cruelty of reality makes your text deeply eloquent. So powerful and evocative.
August 17th, 2025 14:11
Ellen Marsell said:
It is a plunge into the darkness of the human soul. Literary and cultural images are turned into symbols of loss and illusion. This way of connecting the world of myth and fairy tale with the cruelty of reality makes your text deeply eloquent. So powerful and evocative.
August 17th, 2025 14:11
Human condition
Priya Tomar said:
Surrealist, gothic , mystic
The poem has literary allusions with existantial dread.
It has dark imagery .. like coleridge and Elliot
Nice , a fave !
August 17th, 2025 10:55
Priya Tomar said:
Surrealist, gothic , mystic
The poem has literary allusions with existantial dread.
It has dark imagery .. like coleridge and Elliot
Nice , a fave !
August 17th, 2025 10:55
Human condition
sorenbarrett said:
A poem with several references to literature and the feel of falling down the rabbit hole. A new land with different rules surrealistic
August 17th, 2025 10:18
sorenbarrett said:
A poem with several references to literature and the feel of falling down the rabbit hole. A new land with different rules surrealistic
August 17th, 2025 10:18
Unfinished watercolor
Priya Tomar said:
Again a lyrical piece carrying deep meaning.
Enjoyable read.
August 17th, 2025 05:23
Priya Tomar said:
Again a lyrical piece carrying deep meaning.
Enjoyable read.
August 17th, 2025 05:23
Unfinished watercolor
Sealgair said:
Within this \"unfinishedness\" lies a simple truth: life is beautiful because it is never complete, always leaving space for another brushstroke, another feeling, another meaning.
Impressive!
August 16th, 2025 15:07
Sealgair said:
Within this \"unfinishedness\" lies a simple truth: life is beautiful because it is never complete, always leaving space for another brushstroke, another feeling, another meaning.
Impressive!
August 16th, 2025 15:07
Unfinished watercolor
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem is about the attempt to hold on to a moment that, by its very nature, cannot be held. In its \"unfinished\" form lies its wholeness - just as in music, sometimes the pause sounds louder than the note itself.
August 16th, 2025 12:29
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem is about the attempt to hold on to a moment that, by its very nature, cannot be held. In its \"unfinished\" form lies its wholeness - just as in music, sometimes the pause sounds louder than the note itself.
August 16th, 2025 12:29
Unfinished watercolor
sorenbarrett said:
Images pour out of this poem in a smorgasbord of flavors running down the sides as syrups on an ice-cream parfait. Delightful and delicious.
August 16th, 2025 11:47
sorenbarrett said:
Images pour out of this poem in a smorgasbord of flavors running down the sides as syrups on an ice-cream parfait. Delightful and delicious.
August 16th, 2025 11:47
The great nation
Spencer Wilhelm said:
Wow, beautifullly put. I\'ve been prejudiced against the French for a long time, probably because they\'ve been in steep decline probably since Louis IX...
August 15th, 2025 11:51
Spencer Wilhelm said:
Wow, beautifullly put. I\'ve been prejudiced against the French for a long time, probably because they\'ve been in steep decline probably since Louis IX...
August 15th, 2025 11:51
The great nation
Ellen Marsell said:
A delightful poem. With a gentle smile, you strike at the sacred cows — not destroying them, but giving them a slight nudge so they roll down the hill of history.
August 15th, 2025 11:11
Ellen Marsell said:
A delightful poem. With a gentle smile, you strike at the sacred cows — not destroying them, but giving them a slight nudge so they roll down the hill of history.
August 15th, 2025 11:11
The great nation
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz this poem speaks gallons of thoughts in dripping words. Distilled wonder in poetic style
August 15th, 2025 10:46
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz this poem speaks gallons of thoughts in dripping words. Distilled wonder in poetic style
August 15th, 2025 10:46
The great nation
Priya Tomar said:
Again a lovely poem.
Your poem always carries deep knowledge.
Nice, very nice
August 15th, 2025 10:32
Priya Tomar said:
Again a lovely poem.
Your poem always carries deep knowledge.
Nice, very nice
August 15th, 2025 10:32
Gatineau park
Ellen Marsell said:
Love, like nature, moves in cycles. It can be as bright as summer, as fragile as autumn, and inevitably enter its winter.
August 13th, 2025 11:50
Ellen Marsell said:
Love, like nature, moves in cycles. It can be as bright as summer, as fragile as autumn, and inevitably enter its winter.
August 13th, 2025 11:50
Gatineau park
sorenbarrett said:
The season here seem the seasons of life and the walk through the park the walk through life. A wonderful metaphor well imaged
August 13th, 2025 11:32
sorenbarrett said:
The season here seem the seasons of life and the walk through the park the walk through life. A wonderful metaphor well imaged
August 13th, 2025 11:32
Appointment
Priya Tomar said:
Endless story......
It\'s soft ache wrapped in beauty......
Nice , a fave...
August 11th, 2025 11:28
Priya Tomar said:
Endless story......
It\'s soft ache wrapped in beauty......
Nice , a fave...
August 11th, 2025 11:28
Appointment
sorenbarrett said:
I loved the flow of color through this poem where a woman well could be a relationship that has all the elements mentioned, the very loss of one\'s soul. It all carries through to the end. Nicely put together in a modernistic surreal portrayal. All so well done a fave
August 11th, 2025 10:56
sorenbarrett said:
I loved the flow of color through this poem where a woman well could be a relationship that has all the elements mentioned, the very loss of one\'s soul. It all carries through to the end. Nicely put together in a modernistic surreal portrayal. All so well done a fave
August 11th, 2025 10:56
Appointment
Ellen Marsell said:
There is a sense of deep symbolism and a strong emotional current here — the words sound like the echo of a personal story that was never allowed to reach its conclusion.
August 11th, 2025 10:32
Ellen Marsell said:
There is a sense of deep symbolism and a strong emotional current here — the words sound like the echo of a personal story that was never allowed to reach its conclusion.
August 11th, 2025 10:32
Mister Asperger
sorenbarrett said:
Broom closets are where witches store their brooms this poem bewitched with surreal aspects it feels like a Salvador Dali poem with melting words. Fun read
August 9th, 2025 11:53
sorenbarrett said:
Broom closets are where witches store their brooms this poem bewitched with surreal aspects it feels like a Salvador Dali poem with melting words. Fun read
August 9th, 2025 11:53
Mister Asperger
Ellen Marsell said:
There’s so much fantasy, grotesque, humor, and ruthless honesty here. All of it comes together into a portrait of someone “off the grid” — sealed inside their own world with no entry for outsiders. I really enjoyed this poem — it’s smart, vivid, and deliciously ironic.
August 9th, 2025 11:37
Ellen Marsell said:
There’s so much fantasy, grotesque, humor, and ruthless honesty here. All of it comes together into a portrait of someone “off the grid” — sealed inside their own world with no entry for outsiders. I really enjoyed this poem — it’s smart, vivid, and deliciously ironic.
August 9th, 2025 11:37
Echoes of the elder forest
Ellen Marsell said:
The whole poem feels as if it were written on the breath of autumn, in the rhythm of falling leaves. It\'s the poetry of the last ray of light gliding down the tree trunk before the day fades away.
August 8th, 2025 14:00
Ellen Marsell said:
The whole poem feels as if it were written on the breath of autumn, in the rhythm of falling leaves. It\'s the poetry of the last ray of light gliding down the tree trunk before the day fades away.
August 8th, 2025 14:00
Echoes of the elder forest
sorenbarrett said:
The setting is one of depth and feeling. Despite the location I sense Arthurian legends here and the lady of the lake. It gives the feel of Sir George Frasier\'s recounting of the King of the forest from (The Golden Bough) In this sylvan forest magic and myth mix with history. A lovely write
August 8th, 2025 10:06
sorenbarrett said:
The setting is one of depth and feeling. Despite the location I sense Arthurian legends here and the lady of the lake. It gives the feel of Sir George Frasier\'s recounting of the King of the forest from (The Golden Bough) In this sylvan forest magic and myth mix with history. A lovely write
August 8th, 2025 10:06
Letter to the lost poet
Priya Tomar said:
Wow !
Full of irony and modern metaphors... brilliant writing.
Writing is not healing...... right
August 8th, 2025 02:07
Priya Tomar said:
Wow !
Full of irony and modern metaphors... brilliant writing.
Writing is not healing...... right
August 8th, 2025 02:07
Letter to the lost poet
Ellen Marsell said:
These lines cut deep — full of irony and ruthless truth. A manifesto against falseness, against egocentric whining disguised as art.
A scalpel of truth in poetic form — bravo.
August 7th, 2025 13:31
Ellen Marsell said:
These lines cut deep — full of irony and ruthless truth. A manifesto against falseness, against egocentric whining disguised as art.
A scalpel of truth in poetic form — bravo.
August 7th, 2025 13:31
Letter to the lost poet
sorenbarrett said:
Like drifting though a snowstorm and trying to grab individual flakes to piece together into a larger crystal this poem had me scampering. Nicely written Lorenz
August 7th, 2025 12:50
sorenbarrett said:
Like drifting though a snowstorm and trying to grab individual flakes to piece together into a larger crystal this poem had me scampering. Nicely written Lorenz
August 7th, 2025 12:50
Digital nightmare
Ellen Marsell said:
An epitaph to an entire era that lived through an explosion of rebellion, idealism, and psychedelic freedom — only to awaken in a digital nightmare, where the dreams of the past survive only as shadows. Colorful kaleidoscopes and existential quests have given way to digital algorithms, global advertising, and faceless social media.
The ending is sharp and cold, like a sudden drop into the void. This poem is a farewell to a world that can no longer be returned to.
Brilliantly written.
August 5th, 2025 10:15
Ellen Marsell said:
An epitaph to an entire era that lived through an explosion of rebellion, idealism, and psychedelic freedom — only to awaken in a digital nightmare, where the dreams of the past survive only as shadows. Colorful kaleidoscopes and existential quests have given way to digital algorithms, global advertising, and faceless social media.
The ending is sharp and cold, like a sudden drop into the void. This poem is a farewell to a world that can no longer be returned to.
Brilliantly written.
August 5th, 2025 10:15
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