Comments received on poems by Lorenz
Letter to the lost poet
sorenbarrett said:
Like drifting though a snowstorm and trying to grab individual flakes to piece together into a larger crystal this poem had me scampering. Nicely written Lorenz
August 7th, 2025 12:50
sorenbarrett said:
Like drifting though a snowstorm and trying to grab individual flakes to piece together into a larger crystal this poem had me scampering. Nicely written Lorenz
August 7th, 2025 12:50
Digital nightmare
Ellen Marsell said:
An epitaph to an entire era that lived through an explosion of rebellion, idealism, and psychedelic freedom — only to awaken in a digital nightmare, where the dreams of the past survive only as shadows. Colorful kaleidoscopes and existential quests have given way to digital algorithms, global advertising, and faceless social media.
The ending is sharp and cold, like a sudden drop into the void. This poem is a farewell to a world that can no longer be returned to.
Brilliantly written.
August 5th, 2025 10:15
Ellen Marsell said:
An epitaph to an entire era that lived through an explosion of rebellion, idealism, and psychedelic freedom — only to awaken in a digital nightmare, where the dreams of the past survive only as shadows. Colorful kaleidoscopes and existential quests have given way to digital algorithms, global advertising, and faceless social media.
The ending is sharp and cold, like a sudden drop into the void. This poem is a farewell to a world that can no longer be returned to.
Brilliantly written.
August 5th, 2025 10:15
Digital nightmare
Lorenz said:
What form will take the next societal nightmare ? I\'ll tell you more about that later !
August 5th, 2025 08:18
Lorenz said:
What form will take the next societal nightmare ? I\'ll tell you more about that later !
August 5th, 2025 08:18
Digital nightmare
sorenbarrett said:
Images of the past float and filter through this poem of nostalgia burning on fires of the present. The smell of melting vinal records turns to odorless digital autotune where society is now pitch corrected. A lovely write of the past now buried under disposable consumer trash. Loved it
August 5th, 2025 08:14
sorenbarrett said:
Images of the past float and filter through this poem of nostalgia burning on fires of the present. The smell of melting vinal records turns to odorless digital autotune where society is now pitch corrected. A lovely write of the past now buried under disposable consumer trash. Loved it
August 5th, 2025 08:14
Lucid vertigo
Sealgair said:
This poem gently pulls you in - like falling into a dream you half remember. Quietly powerful, with images that linger.
August 4th, 2025 13:46
Sealgair said:
This poem gently pulls you in - like falling into a dream you half remember. Quietly powerful, with images that linger.
August 4th, 2025 13:46
Lucid vertigo
Ellen Marsell said:
\"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.\"
In this poem, the inner gaze awakens something beyond chronology and personal biography — an eternal memory echoing through the centuries.
August 4th, 2025 09:27
Ellen Marsell said:
\"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.\"
In this poem, the inner gaze awakens something beyond chronology and personal biography — an eternal memory echoing through the centuries.
August 4th, 2025 09:27
Lucid vertigo
sorenbarrett said:
Here I hear doubts and ponderings over a future not certain leaving a void. Nicely written Lorenz
August 4th, 2025 06:49
sorenbarrett said:
Here I hear doubts and ponderings over a future not certain leaving a void. Nicely written Lorenz
August 4th, 2025 06:49
Poem at low tide
Sealgair said:
I really liked the imagery - very precise, very vivid details. Everything feels lived through and deeply reflected upon.
Beautiful and powerful
August 2nd, 2025 13:20
Sealgair said:
I really liked the imagery - very precise, very vivid details. Everything feels lived through and deeply reflected upon.
Beautiful and powerful
August 2nd, 2025 13:20
Poem at low tide
Ellen Marsell said:
Such a beautiful and touching piece. It carries a sense of maturity and quiet wisdom — the kind only life can teach. I truly enjoyed reading it.
August 2nd, 2025 10:53
Ellen Marsell said:
Such a beautiful and touching piece. It carries a sense of maturity and quiet wisdom — the kind only life can teach. I truly enjoyed reading it.
August 2nd, 2025 10:53
Poem at low tide
sorenbarrett said:
Dysphoric and yet not sad this poem paints a gray picture that is somber. Nicely done
August 2nd, 2025 04:57
sorenbarrett said:
Dysphoric and yet not sad this poem paints a gray picture that is somber. Nicely done
August 2nd, 2025 04:57
Kafka
Ellen Marsell said:
Dark poetry about life, madness, death, and the illusion of meaning, embodied in images inspired by Franz Kafka and his world.
You weave philosophy, surrealism, and sharp poetic intuition into a single burning thread of thought.
Wonderfully written!
July 31st, 2025 05:53
Ellen Marsell said:
Dark poetry about life, madness, death, and the illusion of meaning, embodied in images inspired by Franz Kafka and his world.
You weave philosophy, surrealism, and sharp poetic intuition into a single burning thread of thought.
Wonderfully written!
July 31st, 2025 05:53
Kafka
sorenbarrett said:
Some most interesting combinations here that paint a modern Hieronymus Bosch Garden of Earthly Delights. Very nicely done
July 31st, 2025 04:05
sorenbarrett said:
Some most interesting combinations here that paint a modern Hieronymus Bosch Garden of Earthly Delights. Very nicely done
July 31st, 2025 04:05
Hobson\'s choice
Priya Tomar said:
A flight feels less about travel more about inner escape.....
Last line caught my eyes....
Brilliant creation.
July 29th, 2025 23:26
Priya Tomar said:
A flight feels less about travel more about inner escape.....
Last line caught my eyes....
Brilliant creation.
July 29th, 2025 23:26
Hobson\'s choice
Sealgair said:
The world teems with symbols and shadows, yet all is fleeting. Choice is but an illusion.
Brilliant work!
July 29th, 2025 13:37
Sealgair said:
The world teems with symbols and shadows, yet all is fleeting. Choice is but an illusion.
Brilliant work!
July 29th, 2025 13:37
Hobson\'s choice
sorenbarrett said:
Flying by instruments can be a test of faith and only works as long as the instruments are reliable and you have a good map. Nicely done
July 29th, 2025 11:59
sorenbarrett said:
Flying by instruments can be a test of faith and only works as long as the instruments are reliable and you have a good map. Nicely done
July 29th, 2025 11:59
Hobson\'s choice
Ellen Marsell said:
We think we are steering fate, but more often we simply surrender to its mystique.
July 29th, 2025 09:52
Ellen Marsell said:
We think we are steering fate, but more often we simply surrender to its mystique.
July 29th, 2025 09:52
Jump into the afterdeath
Ellen Marsell said:
Noir aesthetics, postmodern play with imagery, and poetic intensity — in this poem, they intertwine into dark yet mesmerizing lines.
July 29th, 2025 04:22
Ellen Marsell said:
Noir aesthetics, postmodern play with imagery, and poetic intensity — in this poem, they intertwine into dark yet mesmerizing lines.
July 29th, 2025 04:22
The poet\'s soul
NafisaSB said:
deep musings that demand an answer that will reveal itself only at the end
inspired poem
July 29th, 2025 00:52
NafisaSB said:
deep musings that demand an answer that will reveal itself only at the end
inspired poem
July 29th, 2025 00:52
Jump into the afterdeath
Lorenz said:
A descent into the mental night between urban nightmare and poetic thanatos .
July 28th, 2025 19:47
Lorenz said:
A descent into the mental night between urban nightmare and poetic thanatos .
July 28th, 2025 19:47
Jump into the afterdeath
sorenbarrett said:
Dark and noir it plays like a black and white movie. A death ritual maybe. Nicely written
July 28th, 2025 15:10
sorenbarrett said:
Dark and noir it plays like a black and white movie. A death ritual maybe. Nicely written
July 28th, 2025 15:10
The poet\'s soul
Ellen Marsell said:
Your poetry blends pain and irony. And this poem — a black pearl — strikes with its subtlety and depth.
July 27th, 2025 13:17
Ellen Marsell said:
Your poetry blends pain and irony. And this poem — a black pearl — strikes with its subtlety and depth.
July 27th, 2025 13:17
The poet\'s soul
sorenbarrett said:
It is dark even black at places this poem speaks in symbols and metaphor and speaks of death and maybe in that sense change. Well written Lorenz
July 27th, 2025 11:02
sorenbarrett said:
It is dark even black at places this poem speaks in symbols and metaphor and speaks of death and maybe in that sense change. Well written Lorenz
July 27th, 2025 11:02
The poet\'s soul
Justina said:
Moved by the dramatic tension in the dialogue section
July 27th, 2025 10:41
Justina said:
Moved by the dramatic tension in the dialogue section
July 27th, 2025 10:41
History
Ellen Marsell said:
History as a being - tired, tragic, searching for a place to rest from its own burden. An impressive piece.
July 26th, 2025 11:06
Ellen Marsell said:
History as a being - tired, tragic, searching for a place to rest from its own burden. An impressive piece.
July 26th, 2025 11:06
History
sorenbarrett said:
I have always loved history and as I grew older became disenchanted finding that it is a changing picture that was first written by the conqueror from their point of view and distorted through the years by each dynasty that had their own needs, often the original no longer available. Or it was assembled from pieces of pottery and chard bones by the surmises of archeologists as a jigsaw puzzle missing pieces and with some that don\'t fit. No longer the romantic thing it once was I see it as swimming in murky waters poorly defined some say it is a behemoth, others a mermaid. Maybe it is just an old submerged log. The poem is beautiful and so well worded it is a fave
July 26th, 2025 04:42
sorenbarrett said:
I have always loved history and as I grew older became disenchanted finding that it is a changing picture that was first written by the conqueror from their point of view and distorted through the years by each dynasty that had their own needs, often the original no longer available. Or it was assembled from pieces of pottery and chard bones by the surmises of archeologists as a jigsaw puzzle missing pieces and with some that don\'t fit. No longer the romantic thing it once was I see it as swimming in murky waters poorly defined some say it is a behemoth, others a mermaid. Maybe it is just an old submerged log. The poem is beautiful and so well worded it is a fave
July 26th, 2025 04:42
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