Comments received on poems by Lorenz
Eurydice
Ellen Marsell said:
Sometimes you have to “lose” your Eurydice in order to stop being a prisoner of your own desire.
November 24th, 2025 12:50
Ellen Marsell said:
Sometimes you have to “lose” your Eurydice in order to stop being a prisoner of your own desire.
November 24th, 2025 12:50
Eastern bad trip
Ellen Marsell said:
A poetic wandering that reveals the fragility of time, the solitude of the traveler, and the haunting beauty of dreams swallowed by History.
November 23rd, 2025 12:42
Ellen Marsell said:
A poetic wandering that reveals the fragility of time, the solitude of the traveler, and the haunting beauty of dreams swallowed by History.
November 23rd, 2025 12:42
Eastern bad trip
sorenbarrett said:
Dead memories fill the city and past battlefields of love only in old paintings photographs of the past. Here philosophy pervades and even it is dead. There is no nourishment from a closed cafe that only ladles soup for the needy, even drugs will not quell the need so the dance is rejected but the conductor remains
November 23rd, 2025 12:32
sorenbarrett said:
Dead memories fill the city and past battlefields of love only in old paintings photographs of the past. Here philosophy pervades and even it is dead. There is no nourishment from a closed cafe that only ladles soup for the needy, even drugs will not quell the need so the dance is rejected but the conductor remains
November 23rd, 2025 12:32
Celestial mane
sorenbarrett said:
The body comes from dirt but where does consciousness of being come from? Some say neural connections, if so how many are needed. Some say a message transmitted to the body receiver, if so who is sending it and why? Some say it is evolutionary communication. Cosmic or terrestrial it comes and goes and as you say when will it return.
November 22nd, 2025 14:33
sorenbarrett said:
The body comes from dirt but where does consciousness of being come from? Some say neural connections, if so how many are needed. Some say a message transmitted to the body receiver, if so who is sending it and why? Some say it is evolutionary communication. Cosmic or terrestrial it comes and goes and as you say when will it return.
November 22nd, 2025 14:33
Celestial mane
Ellen Marsell said:
A deep text, filled with cosmic mysticism.
November 22nd, 2025 13:10
Ellen Marsell said:
A deep text, filled with cosmic mysticism.
November 22nd, 2025 13:10
Destiny
Friendship said:
Your poem \"I am destiny\" examines the intricate relationship between individuals and the concept of destiny, portraying it as an impartial force that supersedes human emotions, judgments, and moral dichotomies. The poem posits that destiny is an inescapable aspect of life, inextricably linked with love, suffering, and the diverse experiences that define existence. This poem serves to prompt readers to reevaluate their understanding of destiny and acknowledge its presence in their lives, ultimately fostering acceptance of life\'s complexities and uncertainties. It aims to cultivate a sense of serenity regarding the inevitability of fate and the beauty of individual experiences within that framework.
November 21st, 2025 17:25
Friendship said:
Your poem \"I am destiny\" examines the intricate relationship between individuals and the concept of destiny, portraying it as an impartial force that supersedes human emotions, judgments, and moral dichotomies. The poem posits that destiny is an inescapable aspect of life, inextricably linked with love, suffering, and the diverse experiences that define existence. This poem serves to prompt readers to reevaluate their understanding of destiny and acknowledge its presence in their lives, ultimately fostering acceptance of life\'s complexities and uncertainties. It aims to cultivate a sense of serenity regarding the inevitability of fate and the beauty of individual experiences within that framework.
November 21st, 2025 17:25
Destiny
Ellen Marsell said:
We are not prisoners of destiny - we are its material, its voice, its reflection in a mirror that changes along with us. A person discovers their true nature only when faced with what cannot be changed.
A strong and beautiful piece!
November 21st, 2025 15:41
Ellen Marsell said:
We are not prisoners of destiny - we are its material, its voice, its reflection in a mirror that changes along with us. A person discovers their true nature only when faced with what cannot be changed.
A strong and beautiful piece!
November 21st, 2025 15:41
Destiny
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz the issue of human values is raised here and who is to say our values are right or even justified. Thought provoking
November 21st, 2025 14:25
sorenbarrett said:
Lorenz the issue of human values is raised here and who is to say our values are right or even justified. Thought provoking
November 21st, 2025 14:25
It\'s snowing on yesterday
Ellen Marsell said:
In a remarkable way, this text is built around moods, almost like a piece of jazz improvisation. Its emotional, “metaphysical distortion” of reality makes the images come alive. I definitely enjoyed reading it.
November 20th, 2025 12:39
Ellen Marsell said:
In a remarkable way, this text is built around moods, almost like a piece of jazz improvisation. Its emotional, “metaphysical distortion” of reality makes the images come alive. I definitely enjoyed reading it.
November 20th, 2025 12:39
It\'s snowing on yesterday
sorenbarrett said:
A collage of images and some of the past in the present. So many people bring the past into the present which is usually cold water to what ever is in the present. Nice Lorenz
November 20th, 2025 11:58
sorenbarrett said:
A collage of images and some of the past in the present. So many people bring the past into the present which is usually cold water to what ever is in the present. Nice Lorenz
November 20th, 2025 11:58
The running girl
sorenbarrett said:
Fantasies fly reality crawls on the ground and buries itself in the sand. The waters wash all away.
November 17th, 2025 12:53
sorenbarrett said:
Fantasies fly reality crawls on the ground and buries itself in the sand. The waters wash all away.
November 17th, 2025 12:53
The running girl
Ellen Marsell said:
True encounters happen unexpectedly.
Poetry can capture those fleeting moments and grant them a kind of eternal life.
A gentle, melancholic poem. I like it.
November 17th, 2025 12:31
Ellen Marsell said:
True encounters happen unexpectedly.
Poetry can capture those fleeting moments and grant them a kind of eternal life.
A gentle, melancholic poem. I like it.
November 17th, 2025 12:31
Alemanic melancholy
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem feels like a bitter and precise diagonal cut through modernity. The satire, the metaphors, the cultural allusions - everything strikes directly at a deep inner nerve.
November 15th, 2025 14:13
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem feels like a bitter and precise diagonal cut through modernity. The satire, the metaphors, the cultural allusions - everything strikes directly at a deep inner nerve.
November 15th, 2025 14:13
Alemanic melancholy
sorenbarrett said:
Siegfried\'s Rhine journey is one answer but I prefer the Pilgrim\'s chorus.
November 15th, 2025 13:07
sorenbarrett said:
Siegfried\'s Rhine journey is one answer but I prefer the Pilgrim\'s chorus.
November 15th, 2025 13:07
Beatrice
Ellen Marsell said:
It feels like a letter written by someone wandering through the ruins of their own soul, touching the stones with their fingers, recognizing them, and smiling with sadness. There is remorse here, and tenderness, and that quiet acceptance that comes only after a great inner shipwreck. A very delicate, touching poem with profound psychological depth.
November 14th, 2025 14:51
Ellen Marsell said:
It feels like a letter written by someone wandering through the ruins of their own soul, touching the stones with their fingers, recognizing them, and smiling with sadness. There is remorse here, and tenderness, and that quiet acceptance that comes only after a great inner shipwreck. A very delicate, touching poem with profound psychological depth.
November 14th, 2025 14:51
Beatrice
sorenbarrett said:
(wireless thightrope walker ,
trying to escape a webless spider ...) A great set of lines. The surreal nature of this poem is most enthralling.
November 14th, 2025 12:35
sorenbarrett said:
(wireless thightrope walker ,
trying to escape a webless spider ...) A great set of lines. The surreal nature of this poem is most enthralling.
November 14th, 2025 12:35
Dry guillotine
NinjaGirl said:
Very truthful poem, I find the morality of most to be so corrupted
November 13th, 2025 14:22
NinjaGirl said:
Very truthful poem, I find the morality of most to be so corrupted
November 13th, 2025 14:22
Dry guillotine
sorenbarrett said:
Rebellion rules everywhere but where it should. Anger is a precursor to tears of shame, Lepers do have beautiful people if you look on the inside. A good read
November 13th, 2025 13:54
sorenbarrett said:
Rebellion rules everywhere but where it should. Anger is a precursor to tears of shame, Lepers do have beautiful people if you look on the inside. A good read
November 13th, 2025 13:54
Dry guillotine
Ellen Marsell said:
The human within us can survive only through the ability to feel pain and to see the truth within it.
A deeply moving poem, Lorenz.
November 13th, 2025 13:23
Ellen Marsell said:
The human within us can survive only through the ability to feel pain and to see the truth within it.
A deeply moving poem, Lorenz.
November 13th, 2025 13:23
Bipolar metaverse
Ellen Marsell said:
Genius and madness are the two wings of the same being.
November 12th, 2025 13:40
Ellen Marsell said:
Genius and madness are the two wings of the same being.
November 12th, 2025 13:40
Bipolar metaverse
sorenbarrett said:
To be a true artist one must be mad for no normal person can see the depths of beauty. One must suffer to express the exquisite. A lovely write Lorenz
November 12th, 2025 12:07
sorenbarrett said:
To be a true artist one must be mad for no normal person can see the depths of beauty. One must suffer to express the exquisite. A lovely write Lorenz
November 12th, 2025 12:07
@.Organ
sorenbarrett said:
Ah the organ, penis or pianist I take it a god at any rate and leader of the party. Part of political machinery in which one is a cog. Another surrealistic write and well done Lorenz.
November 11th, 2025 14:55
sorenbarrett said:
Ah the organ, penis or pianist I take it a god at any rate and leader of the party. Part of political machinery in which one is a cog. Another surrealistic write and well done Lorenz.
November 11th, 2025 14:55
@.Organ
Ellen Marsell said:
There is a prophet’s irony running through the text, foretelling an age to come.
A strikingly precise and coldly beautiful vision of a civilization that elevates its own submission to the rank of religion.
November 11th, 2025 13:37
Ellen Marsell said:
There is a prophet’s irony running through the text, foretelling an age to come.
A strikingly precise and coldly beautiful vision of a civilization that elevates its own submission to the rank of religion.
November 11th, 2025 13:37
Sweet urban depression
NafisaSB said:
is it still depression, or do i see a ray of hope at the end?
November 10th, 2025 23:39
NafisaSB said:
is it still depression, or do i see a ray of hope at the end?
November 10th, 2025 23:39
The black sun of melancholy
Ellen Marsell said:
A twilight dressed in verse.
A magnetic atmosphere where melancholy turns into matter, cosmology, and the very space of poetic experience.
Profoundly philosophical and beautifully written.
November 10th, 2025 13:07
Ellen Marsell said:
A twilight dressed in verse.
A magnetic atmosphere where melancholy turns into matter, cosmology, and the very space of poetic experience.
Profoundly philosophical and beautifully written.
November 10th, 2025 13:07
The black sun of melancholy
sorenbarrett said:
It is amazing how this poem begins with a sense of metaphorical reality that dissolves into the mists of surreal and cryptic images barely intelligible. There is a stream of logic to the illogical a drift from reality (whatever that may be) to free floating associations with no key, locked in the mind of the creator. It is very nicely crafted. A fave
November 10th, 2025 11:56
sorenbarrett said:
It is amazing how this poem begins with a sense of metaphorical reality that dissolves into the mists of surreal and cryptic images barely intelligible. There is a stream of logic to the illogical a drift from reality (whatever that may be) to free floating associations with no key, locked in the mind of the creator. It is very nicely crafted. A fave
November 10th, 2025 11:56
The black sun of melancholy
NafisaSB said:
A haunting and lyrical poem. Loved it
November 10th, 2025 11:43
NafisaSB said:
A haunting and lyrical poem. Loved it
November 10th, 2025 11:43
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