Comments received on poems by Thomas W Case
Covenant Bliss
orchidee said:
Sound like some ones are having fun! Will I swoon at the \'hotness\' of this?! lol.
January 25th, 2026 12:25
orchidee said:
Sound like some ones are having fun! Will I swoon at the \'hotness\' of this?! lol.
January 25th, 2026 12:25
Covenant Bliss
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Thomas, this poem captures desire suspended in time. The ticking clock, the waiting, the collision when it finally breaks open. Time watches, unmoved, while the body remembers everything. Strong work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 25th, 2026 11:19
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Thomas, this poem captures desire suspended in time. The ticking clock, the waiting, the collision when it finally breaks open. Time watches, unmoved, while the body remembers everything. Strong work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 25th, 2026 11:19
Covenant Bliss
Paul Bell said:
From the thought of the woman in-between time, to the woman.
Music sets the scene and the clock still ticks away time, but at least it\'s good time.
January 25th, 2026 08:43
Paul Bell said:
From the thought of the woman in-between time, to the woman.
Music sets the scene and the clock still ticks away time, but at least it\'s good time.
January 25th, 2026 08:43
Covenant Bliss
sorenbarrett said:
Slow in anticipation fast in realization time is variable stretching and shrinking within our mind. Good write my friend
January 25th, 2026 07:39
sorenbarrett said:
Slow in anticipation fast in realization time is variable stretching and shrinking within our mind. Good write my friend
January 25th, 2026 07:39
Ink and Blood
Paul Bell said:
Sometimes you have to get down to the depths of despair to rise.
Makes the writing grittier, knowing that you never want to go back there.
January 20th, 2026 15:14
Paul Bell said:
Sometimes you have to get down to the depths of despair to rise.
Makes the writing grittier, knowing that you never want to go back there.
January 20th, 2026 15:14
Train Wreck Women and Whiskey Nights
gray0328 said:
This poem reflects on memory, desire, and the kind of chaotic love that defines a certain kind of lived-in, smoky, barroom existence. It’s not just a portrait of women you loved—it’s also a confession of who you were in those moments: reckless, open, a little damaged, but profoundly alive. Well Done Thomas
January 20th, 2026 11:02
gray0328 said:
This poem reflects on memory, desire, and the kind of chaotic love that defines a certain kind of lived-in, smoky, barroom existence. It’s not just a portrait of women you loved—it’s also a confession of who you were in those moments: reckless, open, a little damaged, but profoundly alive. Well Done Thomas
January 20th, 2026 11:02
Ink and Blood
gray0328 said:
Your poem vividly captures the journey through depression and anxiety toward self-expression and renewal. It uses visceral, physical imagery — falling, clawing, bleeding — to represent emotional struggle, and contrasts darkness with the faint, growing light of hope. Writing itself becomes the sanctuary at the end — the act that transforms suffering into meaning. Well Done Brother
January 20th, 2026 10:49
gray0328 said:
Your poem vividly captures the journey through depression and anxiety toward self-expression and renewal. It uses visceral, physical imagery — falling, clawing, bleeding — to represent emotional struggle, and contrasts darkness with the faint, growing light of hope. Writing itself becomes the sanctuary at the end — the act that transforms suffering into meaning. Well Done Brother
January 20th, 2026 10:49
Ink and Blood
orchidee said:
Good write T. Should I appear on video and sing my poems? Aww, why they say:\' Noooooo, unbearable!\' heehee.
January 20th, 2026 09:47
orchidee said:
Good write T. Should I appear on video and sing my poems? Aww, why they say:\' Noooooo, unbearable!\' heehee.
January 20th, 2026 09:47
Ink and Blood
arqios said:
As we move and get through, the comfort of paper joining the writing instrument is a true comfort of depth🕊️🙏🏻
January 20th, 2026 09:31
arqios said:
As we move and get through, the comfort of paper joining the writing instrument is a true comfort of depth🕊️🙏🏻
January 20th, 2026 09:31
Ink and Blood
sorenbarrett said:
Black despair calls out of this poem. It claws at the mind with those same broken nails and I taste acrid water scum chewing on bugs and brush cobwebs from my eyes. It is vivid and grimy full of grit to chew on. Well written Thomas
January 20th, 2026 08:53
sorenbarrett said:
Black despair calls out of this poem. It claws at the mind with those same broken nails and I taste acrid water scum chewing on bugs and brush cobwebs from my eyes. It is vivid and grimy full of grit to chew on. Well written Thomas
January 20th, 2026 08:53
Drunk on Everything
NafisaSB said:
the feeling of awareness is so well depicted..a good write..
January 19th, 2026 23:41
NafisaSB said:
the feeling of awareness is so well depicted..a good write..
January 19th, 2026 23:41
Drunk on Everything
Mutley Ravishes said:
The light of Awareness never goes out. It just keeps flowing on! Now, what was that line from J.R.R Tolkien?
January 19th, 2026 18:45
Mutley Ravishes said:
The light of Awareness never goes out. It just keeps flowing on! Now, what was that line from J.R.R Tolkien?
January 19th, 2026 18:45
Drunk on Everything
Paul Bell said:
The last line does it, because there’s no other way.
It all begins and stops with you.
People may join you for a while, but at that moment it\'s all you.
January 18th, 2026 11:32
Paul Bell said:
The last line does it, because there’s no other way.
It all begins and stops with you.
People may join you for a while, but at that moment it\'s all you.
January 18th, 2026 11:32
Drunk on Everything
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Reading this felt familiar to me…the sense of knowing a moment won’t last and choosing to stay present anyway. That tension between gratitude and impermanence feels very true, and you hold it with such grace. Thank you for that. Well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 18th, 2026 10:17
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Reading this felt familiar to me…the sense of knowing a moment won’t last and choosing to stay present anyway. That tension between gratitude and impermanence feels very true, and you hold it with such grace. Thank you for that. Well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 18th, 2026 10:17
Sunday Aches
xTattooingPaperx said:
Chaos is overwhelming, but silence is deafening. Very relatable piece on this Sunday morning
January 18th, 2026 09:05
xTattooingPaperx said:
Chaos is overwhelming, but silence is deafening. Very relatable piece on this Sunday morning
January 18th, 2026 09:05
Drunk on Everything
sorenbarrett said:
Thomas every poet has a style peculiar to themself and just like a voice of a singer that is unique and can be identified anywhere anytime by anyone your is a voice that calls out to me with grit and gravel the no bullshit stuff of real live on the hard side. I love this about your poetry it is like no other. Oh I love the sweet too like I love dessert but for a gut filling meal yours does the job, no frills no fancy crystal and table setting it is in a diner on the side of the road and you can taste the grease. It is the America I grew up in, it feels at home, a safe and friendly place. A little dirty here and there but oh so familiar. Keep it up my friend
January 18th, 2026 08:36
sorenbarrett said:
Thomas every poet has a style peculiar to themself and just like a voice of a singer that is unique and can be identified anywhere anytime by anyone your is a voice that calls out to me with grit and gravel the no bullshit stuff of real live on the hard side. I love this about your poetry it is like no other. Oh I love the sweet too like I love dessert but for a gut filling meal yours does the job, no frills no fancy crystal and table setting it is in a diner on the side of the road and you can taste the grease. It is the America I grew up in, it feels at home, a safe and friendly place. A little dirty here and there but oh so familiar. Keep it up my friend
January 18th, 2026 08:36
Make the Static Go Away
Alan R said:
I read this again today and it feels soo grounded to see that someone wrote this piece, as if it was just meant to exist
January 15th, 2026 06:21
Alan R said:
I read this again today and it feels soo grounded to see that someone wrote this piece, as if it was just meant to exist
January 15th, 2026 06:21
Sunday Aches
Teddy.15 said:
So very powerful I also felt like you have described in your first stanza, I used to hate Sundays for the fact school was tomorrow although Sundays were not exactly peaceful in any case. A sad one I felt your heart on this dear Thomas. Always one of my favourite poets. 🌹
January 15th, 2026 04:50
Teddy.15 said:
So very powerful I also felt like you have described in your first stanza, I used to hate Sundays for the fact school was tomorrow although Sundays were not exactly peaceful in any case. A sad one I felt your heart on this dear Thomas. Always one of my favourite poets. 🌹
January 15th, 2026 04:50
Sunday Aches
gray0328 said:
Your poem captures grief, loneliness, and existential melancholy, all wrapped in the uneasy atmosphere of a Sunday morning. Sundays, often associated with rest or reflection, become here a sensory trigger for emotional pain, memory, and loss. Well Done my friend
January 14th, 2026 12:12
gray0328 said:
Your poem captures grief, loneliness, and existential melancholy, all wrapped in the uneasy atmosphere of a Sunday morning. Sundays, often associated with rest or reflection, become here a sensory trigger for emotional pain, memory, and loss. Well Done my friend
January 14th, 2026 12:12
Sunday Aches
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Thomas, this hurts in a quiet, honest way. The loneliness doesn’t shout…it settles in and refuses to leave. That restraint makes the grief feel real and heavy. Wonderfully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 13th, 2026 20:08
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Thomas, this hurts in a quiet, honest way. The loneliness doesn’t shout…it settles in and refuses to leave. That restraint makes the grief feel real and heavy. Wonderfully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 13th, 2026 20:08
Sunday Aches
Kevin Hulme said:
Yes , School Tomorrow. And then Work Tomorrow. Never liked Sundays.
January 13th, 2026 19:47
Kevin Hulme said:
Yes , School Tomorrow. And then Work Tomorrow. Never liked Sundays.
January 13th, 2026 19:47
Sunday Aches
Doggerel Dave said:
At one time Sunday always felt like doom was impending, and I felt that in this piece. However, at this end of life, for me, Sunday smooths out to any other day of the week.
January 13th, 2026 10:44
Doggerel Dave said:
At one time Sunday always felt like doom was impending, and I felt that in this piece. However, at this end of life, for me, Sunday smooths out to any other day of the week.
January 13th, 2026 10:44
Sunday Aches
arqios said:
Even they be near proximity wise they are still far away. Deeply moving, Thomas🕊️🙏🏻
January 13th, 2026 09:04
arqios said:
Even they be near proximity wise they are still far away. Deeply moving, Thomas🕊️🙏🏻
January 13th, 2026 09:04
Sunday Aches
sorenbarrett said:
Things made stronger by contrast, the peacefulness of a Sunday disturbed by thoughts now focused on. Wagner (one of my favorites) was dramatic showing strong contrasts in his music. The bitterness of coffee when missing someone. Past memories of others, contrasted with the loneliness of the present. It is the grit of life shown in this poem that gets the fave
January 13th, 2026 08:15
sorenbarrett said:
Things made stronger by contrast, the peacefulness of a Sunday disturbed by thoughts now focused on. Wagner (one of my favorites) was dramatic showing strong contrasts in his music. The bitterness of coffee when missing someone. Past memories of others, contrasted with the loneliness of the present. It is the grit of life shown in this poem that gets the fave
January 13th, 2026 08:15
Back in the Game
NafisaSB said:
you bring to mind the few races i attended with my husband - a descriptive piece...
January 13th, 2026 02:38
NafisaSB said:
you bring to mind the few races i attended with my husband - a descriptive piece...
January 13th, 2026 02:38
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