|Reviewed by John Leko
|...in all darkness...I find so much beauty in this...and though your soul capitalizes many words in black...so exquisite is this poetic piece...and the poet who makes its light known.
|Reviewed by Kathryn Collins
Don’t come to my garden if you are
one of those people believing in SMILES
and think that TEARS nurture, because
everything DIES in this garden of mine.
May I come sit next to you in your garden (I'll not try to cheer you up with words) and witness your pain if I can stand it. Such a powerful piece of loneliness. A friend once told me - I'll listen to your desperation but you will not take me down with you.
Your soul from hiding holds your pen.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very powerful indeed,great writing sweet man..have a wonderful and safe day..sorry I haven't been commenting ..been so very busy at work..please take care ...Hugssss|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Leave that dark dead garden and let's have a picnic in the sunshine mid the wildflowers. A masterful and heart wrenching write Georg.|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|Fantastic Dark Write George! I Love Dark Poetry & This is Masterful Piece! I Love it!
Dark Emotions May Be Vagrantly Unwanted But Are So Powerful Just as The More Loving Sides Of All of Us Is.
I Enjoyed This Read.
Your Garden Is Actually Beautiful....you see I brought a shovel & mulch & compost & lots of TLC to condotion the soil ;)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Georg!!! I hope and pray you get out of that garden as fast as you can!The poem is fantastic and I'd love to be able to write like that! But I want to be sure you are in a beautiful nurturing loving garden where you belong,with all the things you most enjoy!
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|In the dead of the night no one will notice, only those that know, or have known it in its time when it was in full bloom, Andre, and Richard seen it. Bless You! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Such a dark garden. Your imagery was fantastic and your metaphors superb. Thoroughly enjoyed. Liz|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|It is very sad, but beautiful like a flowers and very talented!!!!!!!! Sad feeling in YOUR heart it is not happiness, but only because of that feeling, only because of deep pain in YOUR soul, You are able to write POEMS, which can live forever in this world. Who needs poems about happiness, how long they will live!!!???Could Shakespeare write his sonnets without that deep pain???????? NEVER!!!!!!!!! In this POEM, every sentence is very sad, they touch very deep readers heart, but they also are very-very beautiful!!!!! I WISH YOU THAT YOUR SENTENCES WILL LIVE FOREVER IN THIS WORLD!!!!!!!!! WISH YOU HAPPINESS FOR YOUR HEART, WHICH CAN BRING EVEN BIRDS AT EARLY MORNING AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU EVERY DAY IN YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Dee C.
|Heart wrenching and painful...it truly touchs the soul.|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Georg we all have to know when it is time to move on. We have to let the sun into our hearts. This is a very dark write that you share and I feel so much pain and hurt within your words. It's time to start a new dear man.
Newfie Hugs are with you, Rose
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|The gold of whom we are is refined in the furnaces of suffering and, also, the emotional and psychological intrigues that pepper our lives daily; it makes us who we are. Our successes are only paper bridges you know, and youth passes like water in a fast flowing stream, and yes ... everything dies at some point.
The fact that you can talk (write) about it is a reflection of strong character and hopeful desire!
Benisons of rubies and peace ...
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|On an imaginary nightmare a vision of a sad man materialized its ontologic and teleological imagens of the lives of many that are experiencing the indifference of an unjust and adulterated society that ignorantly is destroying all the main Natural resources of the human Garden to make this Planet a dried GARDEN inhabitated by CLONES.
I have enjoyed the reading of "My dead garden" ~ a composition that adds value to the history of Poetry.
I salute You, Poet.
In reverent admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Gee Wiz Pal
What happened to sunshine, yellow roses and butterflies,
they don't exist in your nightmarish dreams
where children pull the wings of dragon caught flies on a spider
in a black and white silver screen.
all kidding aside Brother your dark poetry is great, one can't spend a whole life time looking at the world through rose color glasses, there is a dark side to all that's bright.
Peace be with you Brother George........"I am Backkkkkkkkkkkk"
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|You sound like you are in a deep dark place searching for a way to break free and walk again in the sunlight....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Wow deep dark and intense, the clouds hang over this write with a heavy burden of sadness wanting release. Hope this is just a momentary feeling old buddy if not bring in the front end loader and dig up that wasteland.
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Love this Awesome dark thoughts
Beautifully expressed emotions of sadness
Something to always remember
Out Of darkness comes some light!
Brilliant write I love this one very very Much!!
Peace Love and Light...and Hugessss....Morning star
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Darkness is needed too, to better appreciate the light.
Beautiful expression of sadness.
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|This reads like a little horror movie, I wrote a poem a while back like this one.......|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|It is not a pretty picture,,,, Time to make it Beautiful as you are inside,,, you just have to plant that seed of yours and let it grow and blossom for all to see.,,, btw,, I can see it anyway :)
Love and Hugs
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Powerfully pened sadness, Georg; you're always in my thoughts/prayers!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :( >tears! <
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|But with a dear heart such as yours, Georg, miracles can be performed. Try water-color paints on DESPERATION and SOLITUDE to brighten them; Easter egg dye to color SINS and REGRETS; take red berries to transform ENVY and ANGST; blue ones to lighten FEAR and SORROW. Then toss that SUICIDE stone as far away as you can.
If that doesn't help, move as Ed says, to a more fertile garden.
Blessings and LOVE ~~ Micke
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Georg, I know pain sometimes is very hard to bear, but it does subside at some point. Please try to find something that will bring your sunshine back. I will not falter in my quest to spread peace and joy, and in your garden of grayness, there will be a glimmer of light because I feel very closely connected to your energy...I will not allow you to fall into the darkness, my friend, you have no way out now, Amber is going to spread healing light into that garden..sorry, it's for your own good and the goodness of mankind, because you know what my friend, you are worth it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I send you healing rays of light and empowerment, now and always.
Peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|A little love, fertilizer and water can bring anything back to life. I've seen it. Get that old hose out my friend and bring that beautiful garden back to life. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Suicide, I don't even like that word, but it happens, but not to you. Dead is your garden but it will grow again in time and you will be blessed and happy again. Just live on for us each day.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Sounds to me like it's time for a move, brother. Get out there and find a brand new garden, where new life can blossom once again. I once had a dead garden myself, but I, too, had to move on.|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Deep, pain filled writing.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Not everything, Georg - because if you write about it, there is still hope - believe it - painfully penned sadness - you are in my heart and prayers. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Profound words, Georg.