Comments received on poems by Lorenz
Beyond Pluto
Ellen Marsell said:
This text is full of extreme tension at the level of imagery, language and symbolism. It does not simply tell a story, it creates a space where you find yourself inside a cosmogonic and intimate act at the same time.
February 19th, 2026 13:18
Ellen Marsell said:
This text is full of extreme tension at the level of imagery, language and symbolism. It does not simply tell a story, it creates a space where you find yourself inside a cosmogonic and intimate act at the same time.
February 19th, 2026 13:18
Beyond Pluto
sorenbarrett said:
It is a reptilian cosmos where the ouroboros swallows its tail. Nicely surreal
February 19th, 2026 12:15
sorenbarrett said:
It is a reptilian cosmos where the ouroboros swallows its tail. Nicely surreal
February 19th, 2026 12:15
From Brugges to Ghent
Ellen Marsell said:
The world may be immense,
yet the soul dwells within the reach of a few bells,
a handful of fields,
and a ribbon of rain over the canal.
February 18th, 2026 12:54
Ellen Marsell said:
The world may be immense,
yet the soul dwells within the reach of a few bells,
a handful of fields,
and a ribbon of rain over the canal.
February 18th, 2026 12:54
From Brugges to Ghent
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
another fine write and a fave
February 18th, 2026 12:09
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
another fine write and a fave
February 18th, 2026 12:09
From Brugges to Ghent
sorenbarrett said:
Home all that we know not heaven or hell here is enough but we love the tales. Born from water buried in dirt we long to live on green pastures.
February 18th, 2026 11:52
sorenbarrett said:
Home all that we know not heaven or hell here is enough but we love the tales. Born from water buried in dirt we long to live on green pastures.
February 18th, 2026 11:52
The song of all possibilities
Ellen Marsell said:
A cosmically ironic poem about a fragmented self. It resembles a mirror that reflects a constellation and knows that the lines between the stars are traced by imagination.
February 17th, 2026 12:42
Ellen Marsell said:
A cosmically ironic poem about a fragmented self. It resembles a mirror that reflects a constellation and knows that the lines between the stars are traced by imagination.
February 17th, 2026 12:42
The song of all possibilities
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of technology where a TV in a coffin will be the next option available. Nice Lorenz
February 17th, 2026 11:49
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of technology where a TV in a coffin will be the next option available. Nice Lorenz
February 17th, 2026 11:49
The curvature of time
sorenbarrett said:
Surreal and beautiful I picture a bowling ball placed on a cellophane fabric of time stretching it to the breaking point where the density of a black hole swallows it and no light escapes. Nicely done i recognize some of those tunes
February 16th, 2026 13:28
sorenbarrett said:
Surreal and beautiful I picture a bowling ball placed on a cellophane fabric of time stretching it to the breaking point where the density of a black hole swallows it and no light escapes. Nicely done i recognize some of those tunes
February 16th, 2026 13:28
The curvature of time
Ellen Marsell said:
It feels like a poem composed by pure inner resonance 🎸 - it plays out like a psychedelic track. Brilliant!
February 16th, 2026 11:43
Ellen Marsell said:
It feels like a poem composed by pure inner resonance 🎸 - it plays out like a psychedelic track. Brilliant!
February 16th, 2026 11:43
enchanting spells
Ellen Marsell said:
Love exists in a delicate balance between expression and silence. It is music played at the edge of audibility. A very subtle, atmospheric text.
February 15th, 2026 12:15
Ellen Marsell said:
Love exists in a delicate balance between expression and silence. It is music played at the edge of audibility. A very subtle, atmospheric text.
February 15th, 2026 12:15
enchanting spells
sorenbarrett said:
I love this one Lorenz the phrase \"To call love by its name is to make it lie .\" means to me don\'t call it love until you are married to it for too many call passion love and calling one woman another\'s name bargains for trouble. A great write and a fave
February 15th, 2026 11:47
sorenbarrett said:
I love this one Lorenz the phrase \"To call love by its name is to make it lie .\" means to me don\'t call it love until you are married to it for too many call passion love and calling one woman another\'s name bargains for trouble. A great write and a fave
February 15th, 2026 11:47
The ballade of the hanged men
Ellen Marsell said:
This is a radically anti-romantic text. It shatters the illusion of a “beautiful death.”
Your poem compels the living to feel their own mortality. Magnificent work!
February 15th, 2026 11:31
Ellen Marsell said:
This is a radically anti-romantic text. It shatters the illusion of a “beautiful death.”
Your poem compels the living to feel their own mortality. Magnificent work!
February 15th, 2026 11:31
The ballade of the hanged men
sorenbarrett said:
Intriguing you have left the language just modern enough to understand. Old English I can\'t understand and middle English I understand fair. A most interesting topic hanged men to most grizzly but to others it is patience and wisdom gained by it. Surrender and pause before taking action. Progress requires letting go of control. Good write my friend
February 14th, 2026 16:25
sorenbarrett said:
Intriguing you have left the language just modern enough to understand. Old English I can\'t understand and middle English I understand fair. A most interesting topic hanged men to most grizzly but to others it is patience and wisdom gained by it. Surrender and pause before taking action. Progress requires letting go of control. Good write my friend
February 14th, 2026 16:25
Elegy for a misplaced life
Ellen Marsell said:
In this text, the gaze reflects endlessly, like in the mirrors of an old parlor. A poem meant for deep reflection. I like it.
February 12th, 2026 13:21
Ellen Marsell said:
In this text, the gaze reflects endlessly, like in the mirrors of an old parlor. A poem meant for deep reflection. I like it.
February 12th, 2026 13:21
Elegy for a misplaced life
sorenbarrett said:
I find infinite ,meaning in nothing. Take that as you will. Good write Lorenz
February 12th, 2026 11:56
sorenbarrett said:
I find infinite ,meaning in nothing. Take that as you will. Good write Lorenz
February 12th, 2026 11:56
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
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