Comments received on poems by Lorenz
black desire
Ellen Marsell said:
Feverish confession of desire and torment, where love is both worship and war. The poem pulses with untamed emotion, its imagery oscillating between tenderness and brutality. Dark, mesmerizing...
March 17th, 2025 11:03
Ellen Marsell said:
Feverish confession of desire and torment, where love is both worship and war. The poem pulses with untamed emotion, its imagery oscillating between tenderness and brutality. Dark, mesmerizing...
March 17th, 2025 11:03
black desire
sorenbarrett said:
Darkly erotic and sensuous in nightly tones this poem holds black magic at its core yet casts its spell over images of seduction and lust. Well worded it seems to come from a shadowy realm. Haunting
March 17th, 2025 08:56
sorenbarrett said:
Darkly erotic and sensuous in nightly tones this poem holds black magic at its core yet casts its spell over images of seduction and lust. Well worded it seems to come from a shadowy realm. Haunting
March 17th, 2025 08:56
The time
Ellen Marsell said:
If time is an illusion, then it depends only on us whether we can make something beautiful out of it.
March 16th, 2025 13:08
Ellen Marsell said:
If time is an illusion, then it depends only on us whether we can make something beautiful out of it.
March 16th, 2025 13:08
The time
sorenbarrett said:
Here are thoughts of a beyond and paradox that makes life. Very nicely stated
March 16th, 2025 12:38
sorenbarrett said:
Here are thoughts of a beyond and paradox that makes life. Very nicely stated
March 16th, 2025 12:38
The other
Sealgair said:
The poem moves like a hall of mirrors, reflecting doubt, creation and confinement.
March 15th, 2025 17:00
Sealgair said:
The poem moves like a hall of mirrors, reflecting doubt, creation and confinement.
March 15th, 2025 17:00
The other
Ellen Marsell said:
Your poem is a metaphysical wandering through the prism of the Other, that enigmatic double. It questions the fragile boundary between the \"self\" and its reflection. Philosophical and deeply mysterious.
March 15th, 2025 11:25
Ellen Marsell said:
Your poem is a metaphysical wandering through the prism of the Other, that enigmatic double. It questions the fragile boundary between the \"self\" and its reflection. Philosophical and deeply mysterious.
March 15th, 2025 11:25
The other
sorenbarrett said:
Philosophical and existential this poem is filled with metaphor and vivid imagery that is somewhat dark but promises enlightenment. Lovely
March 15th, 2025 07:46
sorenbarrett said:
Philosophical and existential this poem is filled with metaphor and vivid imagery that is somewhat dark but promises enlightenment. Lovely
March 15th, 2025 07:46
What would I be without you ?
Ellen Marsell said:
The light you seek is always within you.
An exquisite poem filled with strong poetic imagery, rich language and lyricism.... A favorite.
March 14th, 2025 11:17
Ellen Marsell said:
The light you seek is always within you.
An exquisite poem filled with strong poetic imagery, rich language and lyricism.... A favorite.
March 14th, 2025 11:17
What would I be without you ?
sorenbarrett said:
Angel or demon we need both sides. A most interesting write of the duality of a woman
March 14th, 2025 10:57
sorenbarrett said:
Angel or demon we need both sides. A most interesting write of the duality of a woman
March 14th, 2025 10:57
I write
Sealgair said:
The poem speaks with the voice of a prophet. There is both defiance and surrender here— the final act of testimony before inevitable fading. A ruthless piece.
I like it!
March 13th, 2025 16:37
Sealgair said:
The poem speaks with the voice of a prophet. There is both defiance and surrender here— the final act of testimony before inevitable fading. A ruthless piece.
I like it!
March 13th, 2025 16:37
I write
Ellen Marsell said:
These lines feel like a storm, a tide that pulls the wreckage of history to the shore of the present. It\'s an impressive piece.
March 13th, 2025 16:08
Ellen Marsell said:
These lines feel like a storm, a tide that pulls the wreckage of history to the shore of the present. It\'s an impressive piece.
March 13th, 2025 16:08
I write
sorenbarrett said:
Obscurity, darkness and a very gothic feel to this poem. It has a sense of gloom and foreboding. Nicely written
March 13th, 2025 15:49
sorenbarrett said:
Obscurity, darkness and a very gothic feel to this poem. It has a sense of gloom and foreboding. Nicely written
March 13th, 2025 15:49
Lost home
Ellen Marsell said:
A cold wind drifts through these lines, carrying the scent of old regrets and unanswered prayers.
March 12th, 2025 14:07
Ellen Marsell said:
A cold wind drifts through these lines, carrying the scent of old regrets and unanswered prayers.
March 12th, 2025 14:07
Lost home
sorenbarrett said:
All things are not as they seem. This poem offers so many metaphors it is like a house of mirrors where one reflection begets another. A wonderful cascade of images.
March 12th, 2025 11:59
sorenbarrett said:
All things are not as they seem. This poem offers so many metaphors it is like a house of mirrors where one reflection begets another. A wonderful cascade of images.
March 12th, 2025 11:59
The fifth horseman
Ellen Marsell said:
The \"fifth horseman\" - an entity beyond form, yet deeply felt - moves through this piece like a spectral force, unmaking reality with quiet inevitability.
March 11th, 2025 13:33
Ellen Marsell said:
The \"fifth horseman\" - an entity beyond form, yet deeply felt - moves through this piece like a spectral force, unmaking reality with quiet inevitability.
March 11th, 2025 13:33
The fifth horseman
sorenbarrett said:
A grim picture of the disease and in metaphor it rides its horse over the brains of those that are in the way. Well done with great symbolism
March 11th, 2025 12:14
sorenbarrett said:
A grim picture of the disease and in metaphor it rides its horse over the brains of those that are in the way. Well done with great symbolism
March 11th, 2025 12:14
I was born
Sealgair said:
A poet-philosopher, a magician of words, spinning dreams into riddles and truth into illusion. The devil tips his hat, the wind hums in approval, and forgotten toys whisper their envy.
Bravo!
March 10th, 2025 14:24
Sealgair said:
A poet-philosopher, a magician of words, spinning dreams into riddles and truth into illusion. The devil tips his hat, the wind hums in approval, and forgotten toys whisper their envy.
Bravo!
March 10th, 2025 14:24
The Buddha\'s awakening
Mutley Ravishes said:
Have you let your hair grow a little longer these days?!
March 9th, 2025 18:57
Mutley Ravishes said:
Have you let your hair grow a little longer these days?!
March 9th, 2025 18:57
The Buddha\'s awakening
Ellen Marsell said:
A clever and humorous take on wisdom and modern life.
March 9th, 2025 16:32
Ellen Marsell said:
A clever and humorous take on wisdom and modern life.
March 9th, 2025 16:32
I was born
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem is like a confession wrapped in poetry. The images are rich, bizarre, sometimes true. There’s something of the traveler, the storyteller, the old soul who refuses to settle into the mold of time.
Amazing work!
March 9th, 2025 15:14
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem is like a confession wrapped in poetry. The images are rich, bizarre, sometimes true. There’s something of the traveler, the storyteller, the old soul who refuses to settle into the mold of time.
Amazing work!
March 9th, 2025 15:14
The Buddha\'s awakening
sorenbarrett said:
One can not take anything too seriously even religion. A fun read.
March 9th, 2025 12:04
sorenbarrett said:
One can not take anything too seriously even religion. A fun read.
March 9th, 2025 12:04
I was born
sorenbarrett said:
It is the fool that speaks wisdom in the king\'s court. The only one listened to because he can speak his will being only a fool. Great write
March 8th, 2025 15:15
sorenbarrett said:
It is the fool that speaks wisdom in the king\'s court. The only one listened to because he can speak his will being only a fool. Great write
March 8th, 2025 15:15
What remains ?
Sealgair said:
\"What remains ?\" speaks with the voice of a man who has lived, loved, and seen the tides of time wash away what once seemed unshakable. There’s a rugged honesty in these lines, a refusal to romanticize the past too much, even as it lingers like the scent of salt on the wind.
A beautifully written piece - insightful, unflinching and profound.
March 7th, 2025 16:39
Sealgair said:
\"What remains ?\" speaks with the voice of a man who has lived, loved, and seen the tides of time wash away what once seemed unshakable. There’s a rugged honesty in these lines, a refusal to romanticize the past too much, even as it lingers like the scent of salt on the wind.
A beautifully written piece - insightful, unflinching and profound.
March 7th, 2025 16:39
What remains ?
sorenbarrett said:
Dark and a sense of loneliness with lack of hope. A poem full of sadness. Well written
March 7th, 2025 12:01
sorenbarrett said:
Dark and a sense of loneliness with lack of hope. A poem full of sadness. Well written
March 7th, 2025 12:01
You\'re not alone !
Ellen Marsell said:
An amazing poem – a true anthem of vibrant energy and unity. There is a special emotional pulse here and an incredible sense of presence. Very vivid and powerful!
March 5th, 2025 12:35
Ellen Marsell said:
An amazing poem – a true anthem of vibrant energy and unity. There is a special emotional pulse here and an incredible sense of presence. Very vivid and powerful!
March 5th, 2025 12:35
You\'re not alone !
Lorenz said:
A tribute to the illustrious F.C Liverpool dear Soren ! But you\'ve captured the essence of the text !
March 5th, 2025 11:49
Lorenz said:
A tribute to the illustrious F.C Liverpool dear Soren ! But you\'ve captured the essence of the text !
March 5th, 2025 11:49
You\'re not alone !
sorenbarrett said:
The setting created for this poem is well thought out. The darkness imagined (night) and the sound (rumble) sets the scene. Darkness alone, rumble not alone. Although we are actually all alone in that no one can enter our soul we are a part of all around us and never alone. We are never alone. A lovely message of comfort.
March 5th, 2025 11:34
sorenbarrett said:
The setting created for this poem is well thought out. The darkness imagined (night) and the sound (rumble) sets the scene. Darkness alone, rumble not alone. Although we are actually all alone in that no one can enter our soul we are a part of all around us and never alone. We are never alone. A lovely message of comfort.
March 5th, 2025 11:34
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