Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Herbert Nehrlich Poems

361. Bleeding 12/18/2004
362. Dead In Bed (Haiku) 11/6/2005
363. Saturday Afternoon 11/6/2005
364. Father Paul 9/19/2005
365. Sparrow 9/19/2005
366. Charity's Pocket 9/20/2005
367. The Journey To The Forest 9/30/2005
368. Tallebudgera 10/1/2005
369. Mugabe's Philosophy 9/13/2005
370. Needs Of The Jungle 9/13/2005
371. Communism 9/25/2005
372. Journey To Appenzell 10/25/2005
373. Paper Moon 7/18/2005
374. Immortality 3/23/2005
375. Clean 2/1/2005
376. Dreams About Things 4/29/2005
377. Promise 9/27/2005
378. Free At Last 12/28/2004
379. Snow At Last 1/9/2005
380. Roots 1/18/2005
381. Choice 10/1/2005
382. Dripping Tap 9/12/2005
383. Lettuce 9/18/2005
384. Cancer 9/18/2005
385. Mass Murder 9/18/2005
386. Lessons For Lessies 4/29/2005
387. Mud In Your Eye 4/29/2005
388. The Brain Of The East Germans 2/23/2005
389. Face 9/5/2005
390. The Kimberly 9/6/2005
391. Seeing Things Only 5/30/2005
392. Pride And Wallet 2/4/2005
393. Coming Home 7/11/2005
394. Monsieur Gustave Cazin 7/11/2005
395. The Interview 7/24/2005
396. Getting Screwed 5/5/2005
397. The Cause Of Drought 7/4/2005
398. Googlebee 3/12/2005
399. Challenge Response Rhymes 4/4/2005
400. Question 12/23/2004

Comments about Herbert Nehrlich

  • Michael Witkowski (1/21/2005 8:37:00 AM)

    Dr H
    You are not a published poet but lewd-lecherous and arrogant.
    Above all you have racist sentiments Germans had about Poland before World War Two and some still have,
    So climb off your high horse
    I bet your doctor title is a fake too

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  • Kim McInnis (1/17/2005 8:28:00 PM)

    I wanted to thank you for your comment. I was pretty upset for a couple days, but I thought a lot about what you said, and you're right - it's not fair to the many talented poets on here that I can pass off thoughtless scribbles as works of art. I thank you for your honesty and hope you don't give up on me yet - I need the criticism to grow.
    To comment on your own work, I'll be truthful and say I haven't been through all of it - a nearly impossible feat in a mere couple of days - but from what I've seen, not a word of your glowing reviews is untrue. The praise of a sixteen-year-old probably isn't worth a penny to you, but I do mean it. Your wit and honesty is refreshing.

  • Amberlee Carter (1/14/2005 1:05:00 PM)

    What can I say that hasn't already been said? in one way or another.
    It's nice to see some who can write on many different levels, such as writing with a quit wit and clever charm, to writing about love and life in a serious way.
    It's a talent, one which most people even so called ' poets' today don't have....I'll be reading your work for a long time to come.

  • Anne Leaver (12/19/2004 6:40:00 PM)

    Just a quick note to thank you for your encouragement. Little by little, I look through your work here - I'm awfully glad you're writing, and ths forum is, for me, a wonderful medium for 'publishing' and for collecting the ethos of the aspiring poet world. Let's continue!

  • Darrell Rohling (12/16/2004 9:51:00 PM)

    Mr. Nehrlich,

    Thank you for the amazing body of work you offer. Clearly, you are a poet's poet. I; ll keep reading, too. And thanks for your own kind words offered to me recently.

  • Pradeep Dhavakumar (12/16/2004 12:33:00 PM)

    Liked most of your work published over here.Hard to think that your not professional! .

  • . . (11/12/2004 12:23:00 AM)

    I read all of your poems (finally) and I love them all. Even the one in German. Althought it is off the beaten path of the others.... :) Anyway, I just wanted to applaud you on your amazing talent. Perhaps you could manage to write a poem for the 'lonley hearts club'. Thanks so much for the interesting reads! !
    Take Care....

Best Poem of Herbert Nehrlich


I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
And popular.
Hometown watching,
on Sunday morning.
When one day,
I found that I needed
to withdraw.
It was the honourable
thing to do.

Read the full of Soccer


I had to close the book of mankind's history,
it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,
describing in disturbing but extensive detail,
how one can split a skull and full-grown man in half,
right down the centre of his hapless, useless being.
As if he'd never mattered or deserved to live.

So many years and so much blood was spilled,
that fertile fields bore witness to man's greatest folly.

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