Comments received on poems by Lorenz
Le roy se meurt
Ellen Marsell said:
Perhaps, being a poet is the only way to leave no gallows behind.
February 9th, 2026 12:59
Ellen Marsell said:
Perhaps, being a poet is the only way to leave no gallows behind.
February 9th, 2026 12:59
Le roy se meurt
sorenbarrett said:
Gothic in nature dark in hue morbid the words cast in shadows it is cold and carries a feeling of decay. Nicely done Lorenz
February 9th, 2026 11:31
sorenbarrett said:
Gothic in nature dark in hue morbid the words cast in shadows it is cold and carries a feeling of decay. Nicely done Lorenz
February 9th, 2026 11:31
The after
Ellen Marsell said:
Death turns out to be the most patient character in the poem.
Well written!
February 8th, 2026 13:11
Ellen Marsell said:
Death turns out to be the most patient character in the poem.
Well written!
February 8th, 2026 13:11
The after
sorenbarrett said:
I am glad to hear that I am just above being gay which sound\'s so joyous. I inquired and they said heaven is a floor up and nirvana is to the right while the Elysium fields is a good walk to the left. Another good read my friend.
February 8th, 2026 12:47
sorenbarrett said:
I am glad to hear that I am just above being gay which sound\'s so joyous. I inquired and they said heaven is a floor up and nirvana is to the right while the Elysium fields is a good walk to the left. Another good read my friend.
February 8th, 2026 12:47
Pisces
sorenbarrett said:
Wading though the grainery of symbolism Maybe John Donne will extend a helping hand. Where Melville failed and the Leviathan emerged victor a siren with stitched lips may be of help. There is much anguish and emotion in this write my friend.
February 6th, 2026 11:42
sorenbarrett said:
Wading though the grainery of symbolism Maybe John Donne will extend a helping hand. Where Melville failed and the Leviathan emerged victor a siren with stitched lips may be of help. There is much anguish and emotion in this write my friend.
February 6th, 2026 11:42
Pisces
Ellen Marsell said:
Everything flows, everything is impermanent; this is the only form of the world accessible to human beings.
February 6th, 2026 11:41
Ellen Marsell said:
Everything flows, everything is impermanent; this is the only form of the world accessible to human beings.
February 6th, 2026 11:41
See you tomorrow
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
Great write Lorenz, see you tomorrow...maybe
February 5th, 2026 12:38
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
Great write Lorenz, see you tomorrow...maybe
February 5th, 2026 12:38
See you tomorrow
Ellen Marsell said:
Tomorrow does not belong to us. We live as if it were promised, but in reality every ‘see you tomorrow’ is an act of faith spoken blindly.
This is a beautiful poem, Lorenz!
February 5th, 2026 12:23
Ellen Marsell said:
Tomorrow does not belong to us. We live as if it were promised, but in reality every ‘see you tomorrow’ is an act of faith spoken blindly.
This is a beautiful poem, Lorenz!
February 5th, 2026 12:23
See you tomorrow
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz a poem of duality that merges into a night of dreams that all melt before they can be sold. Nicely done
February 5th, 2026 11:32
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz a poem of duality that merges into a night of dreams that all melt before they can be sold. Nicely done
February 5th, 2026 11:32
You who enter
Ellen Marsell said:
The text slowly draws you in, like an underground garden. The world here is a carnival of decay: Versailles, gods, poets, the queen, religion. Everything is turned into dark masks, into grotesque figures, into a funeral opera. The gods are neutral, power is soulless, poetry feeds on carrion... Madness is a whole landscape, a living environment. Quite dark.
This is a poem about entering a kind of knowledge that destroys illusions and leaves no way back.
February 4th, 2026 14:27
Ellen Marsell said:
The text slowly draws you in, like an underground garden. The world here is a carnival of decay: Versailles, gods, poets, the queen, religion. Everything is turned into dark masks, into grotesque figures, into a funeral opera. The gods are neutral, power is soulless, poetry feeds on carrion... Madness is a whole landscape, a living environment. Quite dark.
This is a poem about entering a kind of knowledge that destroys illusions and leaves no way back.
February 4th, 2026 14:27
You who enter
sorenbarrett said:
The mad have deeper wisdom that the world can not see or accept only through the mouth of the court jester is it pronounced. Heard only by the dead and the hanged man it is fought by religion where only the serpent has mercy on those that see it. Great write Lorenz
February 4th, 2026 11:17
sorenbarrett said:
The mad have deeper wisdom that the world can not see or accept only through the mouth of the court jester is it pronounced. Heard only by the dead and the hanged man it is fought by religion where only the serpent has mercy on those that see it. Great write Lorenz
February 4th, 2026 11:17
It makes me wonder
Ellen Marsell said:
A subtle, multifaceted poem about the limits of knowledge, beauty, and fate.
February 3rd, 2026 14:21
Ellen Marsell said:
A subtle, multifaceted poem about the limits of knowledge, beauty, and fate.
February 3rd, 2026 14:21
It makes me wonder
sorenbarrett said:
Wonder leads to thought and from there to perception and evaluation and the spark of idea. Creation in the mind. Lovely Lorenz well done
February 3rd, 2026 11:51
sorenbarrett said:
Wonder leads to thought and from there to perception and evaluation and the spark of idea. Creation in the mind. Lovely Lorenz well done
February 3rd, 2026 11:51
It was yesterday
Lorenz said:
But we see that the sewers always end up spewing out their foul contents !
February 2nd, 2026 15:30
Lorenz said:
But we see that the sewers always end up spewing out their foul contents !
February 2nd, 2026 15:30
It was yesterday
Sealgair said:
When justice deserts the throne, power wears the mask of thieves.
Great job!
February 2nd, 2026 15:25
Sealgair said:
When justice deserts the throne, power wears the mask of thieves.
Great job!
February 2nd, 2026 15:25
It was yesterday
Ellen Marsell said:
\"Yesterday\" feels like a lost access code to a world you can no longer return to. Powerful imagery! A very impressive poem!
February 2nd, 2026 13:32
Ellen Marsell said:
\"Yesterday\" feels like a lost access code to a world you can no longer return to. Powerful imagery! A very impressive poem!
February 2nd, 2026 13:32
It was yesterday
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
great write Lorenz, loved it
February 2nd, 2026 04:11
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
great write Lorenz, loved it
February 2nd, 2026 04:11
A pet world
Ellen Marsell said:
An ironic, deeply symbolic poem in which playfulness is combined with profound thought. Beautifully written!
January 31st, 2026 14:17
Ellen Marsell said:
An ironic, deeply symbolic poem in which playfulness is combined with profound thought. Beautifully written!
January 31st, 2026 14:17
A pet world
sorenbarrett said:
Twisted tales or tails result in angry lions or liars. The garden of earthly delights was not what I had in mind for a good time. This poem shook my mind and now the coin slot works again. It is an absolute corker and I\'ll have a second expresso please.
January 31st, 2026 12:14
sorenbarrett said:
Twisted tales or tails result in angry lions or liars. The garden of earthly delights was not what I had in mind for a good time. This poem shook my mind and now the coin slot works again. It is an absolute corker and I\'ll have a second expresso please.
January 31st, 2026 12:14
Waiting
Ellen Marsell said:
Poetry of mature waiting, without illusions and without renouncing feelings.
January 30th, 2026 13:36
Ellen Marsell said:
Poetry of mature waiting, without illusions and without renouncing feelings.
January 30th, 2026 13:36
Waiting
sorenbarrett said:
There is a pause in the circus atmosphere where nothing seems certain only that something is coming. A wonderful surrealistic poem.
January 30th, 2026 12:20
sorenbarrett said:
There is a pause in the circus atmosphere where nothing seems certain only that something is coming. A wonderful surrealistic poem.
January 30th, 2026 12:20
Megapolar blues
Ellen Marsell said:
Here we encounter a poetics of tectonic plates: sentences collide like continents, giving birth to tension. It is a seismograph of an era’s mind. The text records catastrophe.
January 29th, 2026 14:12
Ellen Marsell said:
Here we encounter a poetics of tectonic plates: sentences collide like continents, giving birth to tension. It is a seismograph of an era’s mind. The text records catastrophe.
January 29th, 2026 14:12
Megapolar blues
sorenbarrett said:
Colors from blue, black, white, grey, green, bloody (red) colors of decay. The very mention of rotten. Such word play as well Lorenz leaves this a fave
January 29th, 2026 14:03
sorenbarrett said:
Colors from blue, black, white, grey, green, bloody (red) colors of decay. The very mention of rotten. Such word play as well Lorenz leaves this a fave
January 29th, 2026 14:03
My daily madness
Ellen Marsell said:
An unusual poem that feels like an inner monologue under pressure, when the mind is working at its limit but still keeping control. There’s fatigue, there’s irony, and an intellectual distance. Well written!
January 28th, 2026 13:44
Ellen Marsell said:
An unusual poem that feels like an inner monologue under pressure, when the mind is working at its limit but still keeping control. There’s fatigue, there’s irony, and an intellectual distance. Well written!
January 28th, 2026 13:44
My daily madness
sorenbarrett said:
Mayhem no doubt a derivative of May hymn a sacred right of spring the rebirth of the Phoenix that suicided in flames. A most interesting write Lorenz where dr. Kevorkian should be cited if not receive a medal of honor. Well done
January 28th, 2026 12:05
sorenbarrett said:
Mayhem no doubt a derivative of May hymn a sacred right of spring the rebirth of the Phoenix that suicided in flames. A most interesting write Lorenz where dr. Kevorkian should be cited if not receive a medal of honor. Well done
January 28th, 2026 12:05
The gardens of Babylon
sorenbarrett said:
On clay tablets copper is sold a deal poorly made. In Gobekli Tepe people gathered to celebrate gods of sun. A wonderful write or maybe rite Lorenz
January 27th, 2026 13:12
sorenbarrett said:
On clay tablets copper is sold a deal poorly made. In Gobekli Tepe people gathered to celebrate gods of sun. A wonderful write or maybe rite Lorenz
January 27th, 2026 13:12
The gardens of Babylon
Ellen Marsell said:
A secret inner garden, where poetry is still alive, where desire and memory do not submit to history. A beautiful poem.
January 27th, 2026 12:37
Ellen Marsell said:
A secret inner garden, where poetry is still alive, where desire and memory do not submit to history. A beautiful poem.
January 27th, 2026 12:37
A flight to New York
sorenbarrett said:
New York becomes Minnesota in a craps shoot where two bullets give snake eyes and two sixes ride box cars. Surreal Lorenz and the mayor says you need to surrender your gun.
January 26th, 2026 13:52
sorenbarrett said:
New York becomes Minnesota in a craps shoot where two bullets give snake eyes and two sixes ride box cars. Surreal Lorenz and the mayor says you need to surrender your gun.
January 26th, 2026 13:52
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