Comments received on poems by Lorenz
Alien blues
Ellen Marsell said:
A poem of rare cosmic melancholy. A restrained, profound existential blues of silence and alienation.
December 23rd, 2025 13:12
Ellen Marsell said:
A poem of rare cosmic melancholy. A restrained, profound existential blues of silence and alienation.
December 23rd, 2025 13:12
Alien blues
sorenbarrett said:
Alien politeness has to be better than human kindness. Plastic sins are disposable new ones to be purchased on Amazon. Nicely done
December 23rd, 2025 12:27
sorenbarrett said:
Alien politeness has to be better than human kindness. Plastic sins are disposable new ones to be purchased on Amazon. Nicely done
December 23rd, 2025 12:27
Masked ball
sorenbarrett said:
Who is real when all wear masks? Is a face demasked more real that all the masks around us? Darkness passes and so does light which is the truth of a full day? A spectacular write of existential proportions that is deeper than the skin below the mask. Where do we bury our bones? A fave
December 21st, 2025 13:35
sorenbarrett said:
Who is real when all wear masks? Is a face demasked more real that all the masks around us? Darkness passes and so does light which is the truth of a full day? A spectacular write of existential proportions that is deeper than the skin below the mask. Where do we bury our bones? A fave
December 21st, 2025 13:35
Masked ball
Ellen Marsell said:
So the masked ball is not a celebration at all, but a moral system where hypocrisy disguises itself as care. Well written, Lorenz.
December 21st, 2025 13:22
Ellen Marsell said:
So the masked ball is not a celebration at all, but a moral system where hypocrisy disguises itself as care. Well written, Lorenz.
December 21st, 2025 13:22
The child king
sorenbarrett said:
This write seems like the little price graduated to king after Lewis Carrol took over the book. i think that the mad hatter was changed for the fox and the snake and sheep were invited to the tea party. Loved the read
December 19th, 2025 14:51
sorenbarrett said:
This write seems like the little price graduated to king after Lewis Carrol took over the book. i think that the mad hatter was changed for the fox and the snake and sheep were invited to the tea party. Loved the read
December 19th, 2025 14:51
The child king
Ellen Marsell said:
When power lacks inner restraint, play becomes an instrument of destruction.
December 19th, 2025 13:39
Ellen Marsell said:
When power lacks inner restraint, play becomes an instrument of destruction.
December 19th, 2025 13:39
Just one look
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem captures Nomi’s fate: the fate of a being who appeared too pure, too alien, too absolute for the human world. His voice is a rupture in the acoustics of reality. That is why the poem is filled with cosmos, ice, planets, and catastrophes; language searches for a scale commensurate with his presence and finds no earthly measure.
December 17th, 2025 13:32
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem captures Nomi’s fate: the fate of a being who appeared too pure, too alien, too absolute for the human world. His voice is a rupture in the acoustics of reality. That is why the poem is filled with cosmos, ice, planets, and catastrophes; language searches for a scale commensurate with his presence and finds no earthly measure.
December 17th, 2025 13:32
Just one look
sorenbarrett said:
This poem fits the man and the little prince would be proud. The mask of pain and synthesized operatic rock would shake the universe for sure. Very nicely written for those that understand the style for others a cubist slash of colors on canvas. It screams in a countertenor baritone voice. Klaus would smile a fave
December 17th, 2025 12:10
sorenbarrett said:
This poem fits the man and the little prince would be proud. The mask of pain and synthesized operatic rock would shake the universe for sure. Very nicely written for those that understand the style for others a cubist slash of colors on canvas. It screams in a countertenor baritone voice. Klaus would smile a fave
December 17th, 2025 12:10
The old radio
Ellen Marsell said:
A quiet yet strikingly precise nostalgia for a lost way of trusting reality. A beautiful piece of writing!
December 16th, 2025 11:10
Ellen Marsell said:
A quiet yet strikingly precise nostalgia for a lost way of trusting reality. A beautiful piece of writing!
December 16th, 2025 11:10
The old radio
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz this caught my attention because as a young child I too went up the third story attic of my grandfather and there was an old tube floor radio that stood as tall as me and I was fascinated with it being already a very old antique in 1959. We all want to be Peter Pan and never grow up I suppose now that I have lost my shadow I would rather just fade away. A good write my friend.
December 15th, 2025 12:03
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz this caught my attention because as a young child I too went up the third story attic of my grandfather and there was an old tube floor radio that stood as tall as me and I was fascinated with it being already a very old antique in 1959. We all want to be Peter Pan and never grow up I suppose now that I have lost my shadow I would rather just fade away. A good write my friend.
December 15th, 2025 12:03
Arawak
Sealgair said:
You have written a poem about a world that has been stripped of its voice.
December 13th, 2025 13:36
Sealgair said:
You have written a poem about a world that has been stripped of its voice.
December 13th, 2025 13:36
Arawak
Ellen Marsell said:
Naivety does not appear as a flaw; rather, it reveals itself as a form of wisdom, one that has no need to justify its right to exist through violence or fear. Even the volcano, ancient and potentially destructive, has slept for so long that children can laugh at it. Danger exists, but it does not rule; it is woven into the order of things. The turning point comes beyond the visible horizon, where another way of thinking takes shape, one that sees itself as the only truth and therefore has no need for dialogue. An excellent poem.
December 13th, 2025 12:45
Ellen Marsell said:
Naivety does not appear as a flaw; rather, it reveals itself as a form of wisdom, one that has no need to justify its right to exist through violence or fear. Even the volcano, ancient and potentially destructive, has slept for so long that children can laugh at it. Danger exists, but it does not rule; it is woven into the order of things. The turning point comes beyond the visible horizon, where another way of thinking takes shape, one that sees itself as the only truth and therefore has no need for dialogue. An excellent poem.
December 13th, 2025 12:45
Arawak
sorenbarrett said:
To begin with a true people and end with an empty fable is the beauty of the phone. A lovely write Lorenz
December 13th, 2025 12:03
sorenbarrett said:
To begin with a true people and end with an empty fable is the beauty of the phone. A lovely write Lorenz
December 13th, 2025 12:03
Nowhere land
sorenbarrett said:
Salvador Dali in words, bent surrealism on a stick is what I say
December 12th, 2025 14:05
sorenbarrett said:
Salvador Dali in words, bent surrealism on a stick is what I say
December 12th, 2025 14:05
Nowhere land
Ellen Marsell said:
It reminds me of Kierkegaard, but written in the voice of Bukowski who has gone through university.
December 12th, 2025 13:39
Ellen Marsell said:
It reminds me of Kierkegaard, but written in the voice of Bukowski who has gone through university.
December 12th, 2025 13:39
Acting career
sorenbarrett said:
Both in red suits, the one with the white beard gets his toys from the one with the horns a very surrealistic, wright. Well fine Lorenz
December 10th, 2025 13:43
sorenbarrett said:
Both in red suits, the one with the white beard gets his toys from the one with the horns a very surrealistic, wright. Well fine Lorenz
December 10th, 2025 13:43
Acting career
Ellen Marsell said:
A powerful poem! It contains that harsh truth that is usually hidden beneath the industry’s glossy surface.
December 10th, 2025 13:11
Ellen Marsell said:
A powerful poem! It contains that harsh truth that is usually hidden beneath the industry’s glossy surface.
December 10th, 2025 13:11
The people of the steppes
Priya Tomar said:
Life is not a straight path .
Nice poem about longing and journey of life .
December 10th, 2025 03:28
Priya Tomar said:
Life is not a straight path .
Nice poem about longing and journey of life .
December 10th, 2025 03:28
The people of the steppes
sorenbarrett said:
This has such a longing to it it seems a search and journey that travels far looking for a personal holy grail. Well done Lorenz
December 9th, 2025 14:13
sorenbarrett said:
This has such a longing to it it seems a search and journey that travels far looking for a personal holy grail. Well done Lorenz
December 9th, 2025 14:13
The people of the steppes
Ellen Marsell said:
Simple words come together to form a vast, imagistic epic. Impressive!
December 9th, 2025 13:49
Ellen Marsell said:
Simple words come together to form a vast, imagistic epic. Impressive!
December 9th, 2025 13:49
The night of times
sorenbarrett said:
Where is Lao Tzu and Bodhidharma\'s lost shoe he had to climb the mountain with only one. A great poem
December 8th, 2025 12:39
sorenbarrett said:
Where is Lao Tzu and Bodhidharma\'s lost shoe he had to climb the mountain with only one. A great poem
December 8th, 2025 12:39
The night of times
Ellen Marsell said:
Lorenz, this poem is built on the Buddhist cosmology of states of consciousness, not merely on abstract metaphors. Wonderfully written.
December 8th, 2025 12:35
Ellen Marsell said:
Lorenz, this poem is built on the Buddhist cosmology of states of consciousness, not merely on abstract metaphors. Wonderfully written.
December 8th, 2025 12:35
Bay area blues
Ellen Marsell said:
The past never disappears; it turns into a resonance that shapes our perception of the present. Your poem moves within that resonance. It is beautiful, memorable, and profound.
December 7th, 2025 13:46
Ellen Marsell said:
The past never disappears; it turns into a resonance that shapes our perception of the present. Your poem moves within that resonance. It is beautiful, memorable, and profound.
December 7th, 2025 13:46
Bay area blues
sorenbarrett said:
So many songs so many memories haunt these shores. Death but a change and I don\'t want to give up those tunes. A lovely walk down memory lane.
December 7th, 2025 13:22
sorenbarrett said:
So many songs so many memories haunt these shores. Death but a change and I don\'t want to give up those tunes. A lovely walk down memory lane.
December 7th, 2025 13:22
Journey into the revealed
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem is about primordial meaning, about returning to the origin of being in the cosmos and in the human.
December 6th, 2025 13:45
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem is about primordial meaning, about returning to the origin of being in the cosmos and in the human.
December 6th, 2025 13:45
Journey into the revealed
sorenbarrett said:
A creation in entropy and unity in dissolution. All opposites are one and everything is divided. A gestalt in a cosmic puzzle. Well done Lorenz
December 6th, 2025 11:35
sorenbarrett said:
A creation in entropy and unity in dissolution. All opposites are one and everything is divided. A gestalt in a cosmic puzzle. Well done Lorenz
December 6th, 2025 11:35
Wordless story
Ellen Marsell said:
The combination of childlike sincerity and adult irony creates a vivid duality. This tension makes the text fluid and allows both emotional depth and intellectual distance to emerge. Beautifully written!
December 5th, 2025 11:22
Ellen Marsell said:
The combination of childlike sincerity and adult irony creates a vivid duality. This tension makes the text fluid and allows both emotional depth and intellectual distance to emerge. Beautifully written!
December 5th, 2025 11:22
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