Comments received on poems by Lorenz
My cosmic inspiration
sorenbarrett said:
We come and go though space and love and with the latter there is stronger gravity and sometimes black holes. Nicely said
October 30th, 2025 12:34
sorenbarrett said:
We come and go though space and love and with the latter there is stronger gravity and sometimes black holes. Nicely said
October 30th, 2025 12:34
My cosmic inspiration
Ellen Marsell said:
Love and inspiration do not belong to us — they only visit for a while.
October 30th, 2025 11:54
Ellen Marsell said:
Love and inspiration do not belong to us — they only visit for a while.
October 30th, 2025 11:54
Absence
Ellen Marsell said:
A poetic experience of existence in a world beyond emotion, infused with a slow, noble acceptance of the inevitable.
An exquisitely melancholic poem of rare depth!
October 29th, 2025 13:29
Ellen Marsell said:
A poetic experience of existence in a world beyond emotion, infused with a slow, noble acceptance of the inevitable.
An exquisitely melancholic poem of rare depth!
October 29th, 2025 13:29
Absence
sorenbarrett said:
Dust in the wind behind a running clock and only the jailer has a key. Another surreal adventure Lorenz.
October 29th, 2025 12:17
sorenbarrett said:
Dust in the wind behind a running clock and only the jailer has a key. Another surreal adventure Lorenz.
October 29th, 2025 12:17
The sands of time
NafisaSB said:
the sands of time fall down only one way, and there is no escaping that basic truth
some serious thinking here...
October 29th, 2025 08:00
NafisaSB said:
the sands of time fall down only one way, and there is no escaping that basic truth
some serious thinking here...
October 29th, 2025 08:00
Madame la Mort
Ellen Marsell said:
A magnificent, mature poem.
Despite the cold humor, the text sounds deeply human - with a touch of melancholy, irony, and philosophy.
The ending is magnificent - the metaphor of life as a game of dice.
It seems as if everything is ruled by chance, yet in the end, she always wins.
Not out of malice, not out of desire - simply because that is the nature of existence.
October 28th, 2025 12:12
Ellen Marsell said:
A magnificent, mature poem.
Despite the cold humor, the text sounds deeply human - with a touch of melancholy, irony, and philosophy.
The ending is magnificent - the metaphor of life as a game of dice.
It seems as if everything is ruled by chance, yet in the end, she always wins.
Not out of malice, not out of desire - simply because that is the nature of existence.
October 28th, 2025 12:12
Madame la Mort
sorenbarrett said:
Loaded dice always help. Lady death is quite a titile. Nicely done Lorenz
October 28th, 2025 12:07
sorenbarrett said:
Loaded dice always help. Lady death is quite a titile. Nicely done Lorenz
October 28th, 2025 12:07
Ethereal beauty
Ellen Marsell said:
Love that cannot be fulfilled becomes the driving force of creation.
Thus art is born - from the impossibility of being together, from longing transformed into music.
October 27th, 2025 14:30
Ellen Marsell said:
Love that cannot be fulfilled becomes the driving force of creation.
Thus art is born - from the impossibility of being together, from longing transformed into music.
October 27th, 2025 14:30
Ethereal beauty
sorenbarrett said:
And with double mirror you return to what you were the question becomes what would you see if incased in a spherical mirror. An image rich write that twists the brain around each corner.
October 27th, 2025 14:02
sorenbarrett said:
And with double mirror you return to what you were the question becomes what would you see if incased in a spherical mirror. An image rich write that twists the brain around each corner.
October 27th, 2025 14:02
Digital nirvana
Ellen Marsell said:
We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us. A powerful and impressive poem.
October 25th, 2025 14:53
Ellen Marsell said:
We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us. A powerful and impressive poem.
October 25th, 2025 14:53
Digital nirvana
sorenbarrett said:
Maybe AI is the answer. Do technology and dreams sleep and dream? Maybe the universe in its interconnected atomic structure dreams too. If so are we mear figments of its dream? A mind provoking write Lorenz
October 25th, 2025 12:04
sorenbarrett said:
Maybe AI is the answer. Do technology and dreams sleep and dream? Maybe the universe in its interconnected atomic structure dreams too. If so are we mear figments of its dream? A mind provoking write Lorenz
October 25th, 2025 12:04
The sands of time
Friendship said:
The poem revolves around the existential struggle of the individual in a world that feels trapped in the past and burdened by the weight of memories and experiences. The subject matter includes themes of death, the passage of time, the search for meaning, and a critique of philosophical constructs that attempt to define or confine human experience.
October 24th, 2025 17:05
Friendship said:
The poem revolves around the existential struggle of the individual in a world that feels trapped in the past and burdened by the weight of memories and experiences. The subject matter includes themes of death, the passage of time, the search for meaning, and a critique of philosophical constructs that attempt to define or confine human experience.
October 24th, 2025 17:05
The sands of time
sorenbarrett said:
A dyslexic speaks truth with a twisted tongue. An upside down hourglass is but the same when turned over, what does it do for plumbing problems? Freud arm wrestling Jung stuck in mortal combat the archetype gains ground but sex comes from behind. Ford was a Nazi in better times and Engles left Marx on is car.
October 24th, 2025 11:04
sorenbarrett said:
A dyslexic speaks truth with a twisted tongue. An upside down hourglass is but the same when turned over, what does it do for plumbing problems? Freud arm wrestling Jung stuck in mortal combat the archetype gains ground but sex comes from behind. Ford was a Nazi in better times and Engles left Marx on is car.
October 24th, 2025 11:04
The sands of time
Priya Tomar said:
Meditation on mortality and memory .
Nice !
October 24th, 2025 11:00
Priya Tomar said:
Meditation on mortality and memory .
Nice !
October 24th, 2025 11:00
My farewell letter
Lorenz said:
Ochre and rust
settle on our words in blues
but don\'t believe what I say .
October 24th, 2025 03:42
Lorenz said:
Ochre and rust
settle on our words in blues
but don\'t believe what I say .
October 24th, 2025 03:42
My farewell letter
NafisaSB said:
a blue verse - i like the way the lament is done with dignity and style...enjoyed reading it
October 24th, 2025 01:18
NafisaSB said:
a blue verse - i like the way the lament is done with dignity and style...enjoyed reading it
October 24th, 2025 01:18
Central station
Paul Bell said:
At some point, they all passed through the station of despair.
Some may have asked, where does the death go, and the conductor laughed, even I don\'t know.
October 23rd, 2025 14:14
Paul Bell said:
At some point, they all passed through the station of despair.
Some may have asked, where does the death go, and the conductor laughed, even I don\'t know.
October 23rd, 2025 14:14
Central station
sorenbarrett said:
Have you ever mixed up two jigsaw puzzles then taken out half the pieces. A game of eight ball without the eight ball or pool and a billiards table. A wild read.
October 23rd, 2025 12:25
sorenbarrett said:
Have you ever mixed up two jigsaw puzzles then taken out half the pieces. A game of eight ball without the eight ball or pool and a billiards table. A wild read.
October 23rd, 2025 12:25
Central station
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
thoroughly enjoyed this, bravo
October 23rd, 2025 11:17
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
thoroughly enjoyed this, bravo
October 23rd, 2025 11:17
Central station
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem feels like a ghost train that doesn’t follow a schedule, but moves along the tracks of hopelessness.
It smells of wet asphalt, night coffee, cheap rum, and that special kind of sadness that lives somewhere between cynicism and compassion.
Once again, you write like a noir director and an underground philosopher, dear Lorenz.
October 23rd, 2025 11:13
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem feels like a ghost train that doesn’t follow a schedule, but moves along the tracks of hopelessness.
It smells of wet asphalt, night coffee, cheap rum, and that special kind of sadness that lives somewhere between cynicism and compassion.
Once again, you write like a noir director and an underground philosopher, dear Lorenz.
October 23rd, 2025 11:13
The curl of time
Priya Tomar said:
Wonderful !
It blends sin , sacrament and sensuality .
Clever use of irony .
October 23rd, 2025 00:29
Priya Tomar said:
Wonderful !
It blends sin , sacrament and sensuality .
Clever use of irony .
October 23rd, 2025 00:29
The curl of time
Sealgair said:
The world devours itself and vanishes into the curl of time...
Reading this felt like sipping madness too delicious to be sober.
October 22nd, 2025 14:21
Sealgair said:
The world devours itself and vanishes into the curl of time...
Reading this felt like sipping madness too delicious to be sober.
October 22nd, 2025 14:21
The curl of time
sorenbarrett said:
Loved the mix god to bad what a great line and play on word and spelling. Nicely done
October 22nd, 2025 12:17
sorenbarrett said:
Loved the mix god to bad what a great line and play on word and spelling. Nicely done
October 22nd, 2025 12:17
The curl of time
Ellen Marsell said:
Funny and dark, philosophical and mad. Poetry about meaninglessness — as a form of supreme liberation. I love it. Madly.
October 22nd, 2025 11:28
Ellen Marsell said:
Funny and dark, philosophical and mad. Poetry about meaninglessness — as a form of supreme liberation. I love it. Madly.
October 22nd, 2025 11:28
Im Café der Inspiration
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
Great write Lorenz
October 22nd, 2025 06:22
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
Great write Lorenz
October 22nd, 2025 06:22
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