Comments received on poems by Lorenz
Lethal poetry
Ellen Marsell said:
A very powerful allusion to poetry as a fatal woman. She is not an abstract muse like in the works of the ancient poets - she is a fateful lover. In her image intertwine seduction, danger, and the inevitability of destiny. Brilliantly written!
August 29th, 2025 10:55
Ellen Marsell said:
A very powerful allusion to poetry as a fatal woman. She is not an abstract muse like in the works of the ancient poets - she is a fateful lover. In her image intertwine seduction, danger, and the inevitability of destiny. Brilliantly written!
August 29th, 2025 10:55
The rose of time
Ellen Marsell said:
Against the backdrop of changing generations and senseless conflicts, the roses go on blooming - a symbol of peace and wisdom. The contrast between destruction and beauty makes your poem profound and deeply moving.
August 28th, 2025 13:56
Ellen Marsell said:
Against the backdrop of changing generations and senseless conflicts, the roses go on blooming - a symbol of peace and wisdom. The contrast between destruction and beauty makes your poem profound and deeply moving.
August 28th, 2025 13:56
The rose of time
Lorenz said:
A political message beneath the sweetness of summer roses !
August 28th, 2025 11:09
Lorenz said:
A political message beneath the sweetness of summer roses !
August 28th, 2025 11:09
The rose of time
sorenbarrett said:
And the band played waltzing Matilda and where have all the flowers gone long time passing, In peace sons bury their fathers, in times of war fathers bury their sons. Bob Dylan painted it well in Masters of War. A vivid and heartfelt poem Lorenz
August 28th, 2025 10:52
sorenbarrett said:
And the band played waltzing Matilda and where have all the flowers gone long time passing, In peace sons bury their fathers, in times of war fathers bury their sons. Bob Dylan painted it well in Masters of War. A vivid and heartfelt poem Lorenz
August 28th, 2025 10:52
Double game
Ellen Marsell said:
Two faces of one soul, gazing at each other through the mist of oblivion and memory. One rejects, the other draws, yet together they are the breath of eternity.
August 27th, 2025 15:21
Ellen Marsell said:
Two faces of one soul, gazing at each other through the mist of oblivion and memory. One rejects, the other draws, yet together they are the breath of eternity.
August 27th, 2025 15:21
Double game
sorenbarrett said:
A faithful double game indeed with so many oppositions included as well as incongruencies. Nicely done Lorenz
August 27th, 2025 10:48
sorenbarrett said:
A faithful double game indeed with so many oppositions included as well as incongruencies. Nicely done Lorenz
August 27th, 2025 10:48
The house of the unsaid
Sealgair said:
A powerful text. It feels like a psychological monologue, where the metaphor of the house turns into a metaphor of the soul, and the \"unsaid\" becomes that inner depth which seeks an outlet.That’s how I see it…
August 27th, 2025 04:50
Sealgair said:
A powerful text. It feels like a psychological monologue, where the metaphor of the house turns into a metaphor of the soul, and the \"unsaid\" becomes that inner depth which seeks an outlet.That’s how I see it…
August 27th, 2025 04:50
Chaos symphony
Sealgair said:
The text sounds like a clap of thunder breaking into the darkness, or like a strange, dark song of liberation.
Darkly mesmerizing.
August 27th, 2025 04:33
Sealgair said:
The text sounds like a clap of thunder breaking into the darkness, or like a strange, dark song of liberation.
Darkly mesmerizing.
August 27th, 2025 04:33
The child of the depths
NafisaSB said:
a child\'s imagination always flies into the realms of fantasy and creates beautiful tales ..well described
August 27th, 2025 00:24
NafisaSB said:
a child\'s imagination always flies into the realms of fantasy and creates beautiful tales ..well described
August 27th, 2025 00:24
Chaos symphony
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem is close to the spirit of prophetic poetry and full of apocalyptic energy. A black mass, where echoes of Nietzsche and Artaud can be heard.
August 26th, 2025 13:42
Ellen Marsell said:
The poem is close to the spirit of prophetic poetry and full of apocalyptic energy. A black mass, where echoes of Nietzsche and Artaud can be heard.
August 26th, 2025 13:42
Chaos symphony
sorenbarrett said:
Dark and death oriented this poem speaks from the shadows. A religion of a sort. Well spoken
August 26th, 2025 11:13
sorenbarrett said:
Dark and death oriented this poem speaks from the shadows. A religion of a sort. Well spoken
August 26th, 2025 11:13
The house of the unsaid
sorenbarrett said:
This tickles the brain in places that can not be itched or scratched only the edges. A provocative write Lorenz
August 25th, 2025 15:00
sorenbarrett said:
This tickles the brain in places that can not be itched or scratched only the edges. A provocative write Lorenz
August 25th, 2025 15:00
The house of the unsaid
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem speaks of separation - of breaking away from a toxic inheritance, of the truth that one can only truly become oneself by destroying what was imposed. It reads like a psychological map of the soul, a confession before oneself.
August 25th, 2025 14:18
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem speaks of separation - of breaking away from a toxic inheritance, of the truth that one can only truly become oneself by destroying what was imposed. It reads like a psychological map of the soul, a confession before oneself.
August 25th, 2025 14:18
Enlightenment flowers
Ellen Marsell said:
It is a kind of mystical diary of humanity. Within it resonate archetypes, religions, and philosophies, yet everything converges into one: life is a game, and only by accepting it as such do we attain that ‘dark clarity’ which you call enlightenment.
August 23rd, 2025 13:12
Ellen Marsell said:
It is a kind of mystical diary of humanity. Within it resonate archetypes, religions, and philosophies, yet everything converges into one: life is a game, and only by accepting it as such do we attain that ‘dark clarity’ which you call enlightenment.
August 23rd, 2025 13:12
Enlightenment flowers
Priya Tomar said:
We are in endless cycle of birth and death.
Wonderful creation ! Magnum opus !
The image is evocative....
Nothing belong to us, everything is ours .... wow !!!
August 23rd, 2025 12:01
Priya Tomar said:
We are in endless cycle of birth and death.
Wonderful creation ! Magnum opus !
The image is evocative....
Nothing belong to us, everything is ours .... wow !!!
August 23rd, 2025 12:01
Enlightenment flowers
sorenbarrett said:
This poem takes several turns and ends abruptly in obscure enlightenment. Well done
August 23rd, 2025 11:15
sorenbarrett said:
This poem takes several turns and ends abruptly in obscure enlightenment. Well done
August 23rd, 2025 11:15
The child of the depths
Lorenz said:
Deep metaphor of the unconscious and mirror of destiny .Cosmic puzzle dimension .
August 23rd, 2025 00:12
Lorenz said:
Deep metaphor of the unconscious and mirror of destiny .Cosmic puzzle dimension .
August 23rd, 2025 00:12
The child of the depths
Priya Tomar said:
So lovely, so deep...
Wow !! Wonderful !
August 22nd, 2025 22:58
Priya Tomar said:
So lovely, so deep...
Wow !! Wonderful !
August 22nd, 2025 22:58
The child of the depths
Ellen Marsell said:
A beautiful, candid yet tender confession of a soul that grew out of water and refused to dry itself under the ‘golden’ sun of external reason. And if one must choose a light, then better the moon’s: it does not burn, it gives language.
August 21st, 2025 14:20
Ellen Marsell said:
A beautiful, candid yet tender confession of a soul that grew out of water and refused to dry itself under the ‘golden’ sun of external reason. And if one must choose a light, then better the moon’s: it does not burn, it gives language.
August 21st, 2025 14:20
The child of the depths
sorenbarrett said:
Ah what we label childhood dreams when adults are the reality of adolescence and the fantasy of children may be reality ignored. Nicely written
August 21st, 2025 12:22
sorenbarrett said:
Ah what we label childhood dreams when adults are the reality of adolescence and the fantasy of children may be reality ignored. Nicely written
August 21st, 2025 12:22
The poet in hell
sorenbarrett said:
Poets do not belong in the religious and traditional heaven and must be consigned to hell. I too would choose my seat next to theirs. Lovely
August 18th, 2025 14:43
sorenbarrett said:
Poets do not belong in the religious and traditional heaven and must be consigned to hell. I too would choose my seat next to theirs. Lovely
August 18th, 2025 14:43
The poet in hell
Priya Tomar said:
Creativity is cursed by the crowd.
Nicely done, wonderful work.
August 18th, 2025 14:05
Priya Tomar said:
Creativity is cursed by the crowd.
Nicely done, wonderful work.
August 18th, 2025 14:05
The poet in hell
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem is a metaphor for the creative destiny: a poet condemned both by the world and by his own inspiration. An allegory of art as a curse.
August 18th, 2025 11:11
Ellen Marsell said:
This poem is a metaphor for the creative destiny: a poet condemned both by the world and by his own inspiration. An allegory of art as a curse.
August 18th, 2025 11:11
Human condition
Ellen Marsell said:
It is a plunge into the darkness of the human soul. Literary and cultural images are turned into symbols of loss and illusion. This way of connecting the world of myth and fairy tale with the cruelty of reality makes your text deeply eloquent. So powerful and evocative.
August 17th, 2025 14:11
Ellen Marsell said:
It is a plunge into the darkness of the human soul. Literary and cultural images are turned into symbols of loss and illusion. This way of connecting the world of myth and fairy tale with the cruelty of reality makes your text deeply eloquent. So powerful and evocative.
August 17th, 2025 14:11
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