This is sad. This tendency for being out of control

Evolves around some tragic altercation

Endless riches won’t fix an empty soul

Insert semantics to avoid conversation

that is so well said Damian

hello dearest Damian so well written your heartbreak I can feel it ❤️

My gratitude to your friend, who inspires you to write this brilliant poem, dear Damian. You found the right words and arranged them very well to express what is going wrong in a society where people cherish material possessions more than the things that really matter in life.

For some reason, the word “sorrow” has always had a poetic nod to me. I don’t know why. It sounds less sad than “sad”, or something. Your poem carries it throughout, too. As if you are aware and ahead of the game of sadness, and are dealing with it. Maturity within the emotion, perhaps. Excellent word build.

This pulses with dark electricity—chaos and isolation crackle between each line.
The images burn and linger, leaving the reader in that tense, uneasy space where beauty and despair collide.

Dear D,

Such a reflective piece. Handful of sorrow. Amazing refrain that stops the noise and helps put the important things in place. Lovely homage to your colleague. Speaks well of you to recognize his gift to you and in return your gift to us. H🌷

The images of isolation, demons, and “empty riches” function as symptoms of a subjectivity that has lost its center and finds its only echo in its own abyss. There is an almost apocalyptic cadence, but it is treated as a diagnosis—not of an end of the world, but of an end of meaning. The final question does not seek an answer: it exposes the bankruptcy of the very idea of ​​the future. Brilliant, my brother.

What a poem Damian. Well said and tragically sad. Great job.

“This tendency for being out of control

Evolves around some tragic altercation

Endless riches won’t fix an empty soul

Insert semantics to avoid conversation”

I favor this stanza the most because it resonates deeply within me. I share with you, your sadness my dear friend. This is beautiful, and sad.. A true sentiment of raw emotion and sorrow. Well done! xx

Excellent write. You know sometimes writes just flow out. Other times when it takes over a day it feels like crafting – like putting a puzzle together that takes time. This one reads beautifully.

I think all poets are familiar with sorrow. Perhaps it acts as an impelling force to get out the feelings inside that don’t want to stay hidden. I would love to hear the music behind this. Nice one, Damian.

Strong piece Damian. As usual penned with great rhythm and flow. Sounds like a friendship that has strong ties.
Well done my friend.

Unfortunately your words here are prefect fit for now adays. People are killed all over the world, horrible massacres here and there, for what? some “humans” feed on greed, on blood and money… I am a believer of the good-evil battle and it seems we are now at the cerst of this battle. I agree about your title, it’s emotionally poetic. Thank You for keep sharing your heart and kind humantic poetical voice🤍 Peace🕊️

“Insert semantics to avoid conversation”

That line was such a gut punch for me. So often people dodge the subject by deliberately engaging in semantics play. They know exactly what’s going on. They’d just rather turn a blind eye. Pretend it isn’t there. And thus we are in this current box of what-the-fuck trying to figure out how to come out of it in one piece. This is so relevant to the world right now. Shall I toss another log on the fire, my friend?

Love this.

🙏

Well done, my friend.

Excellent piece Elke. Always a pleasure to read your poetry.

Brilliantly penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend, it has a lyrical vibe to it. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

What a wonderful thing to read today. The routines of work life do indeed wear us down. Although I tend to daydream much of the day away. I usually have very busy days at work. But, I try to take little breaks to maintain my decent mood the best I can. Your write here is a great testament to how to deal with that.
Awesome result, Elke.

You capture the grind and the small awakenings with quiet grit—the stone never stops, but neither does the heart.
The contrast between monotony and fleeting beauty lands like a soft punch; it lingers in the chest.

“Keep it rolling, do your duty

Yet be aware of life’s beauty” Priceless!! Well done, Elke! “)

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent write my friend and congrats on being selected for the Anthology. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

Biggie said, “more money, more problems.” Our grandfather said, “we we lived happily without it until we could afford it or believed that we could. Tight and congrats

Excellent piece of poetry here. Congratulations for being selected for the Anthology.

Congratulations! I can’t wait until it comes out.
Very exciting!

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia this is perfectly written and it’s true older women no more how to please a man I like an older man myself combined with a little arrogance great write ❤️

Love the flow first. but also the attitude of claiming what’s yours. Tight

This is honest, real and demanding. Well said Fia.

That flow and to the point understanding hit straight on

I love this one, Fia.

This is raw possession and feral confidence on the page—jealousy sharpened into language instead of apology.
It’s confrontational without flinching, and the voice knows exactly how far to lean into menace before it becomes theater.

I’m digging the attitude and confidence. Telling it like it is in your own sense of style.
Back off my man! This is fun to read and had a swag urban feel to it.
Loved it !

That’s tellen her. When Fia lays down the law, watch out! lol Nice one. 🙂

“There’s something that comes with age and time” there is something about this line that speaks with stoicism and control which also lets a little leeway to catch a case.
I loved the underlying theme, she may try tempt him but you have his heart.
Great work

This is a subtle warning huh. LOL.
You make it seem “nice” because it rhymes. But so does “sharp” and “harp” -which is what they will be playing when you finish them off. LOL.
Great little ditty, with some real smoke!