Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Herbert Nehrlich Poems

3081. An Old Fart 6/9/2005
3082. Warfare 5/13/2005
3083. Hook, Line And Sinker 9/28/2005
3084. Stalingrad 9/22/2005
3085. Plankton 10/12/2008
3086. A Trojan Horse 10/1/2008
3087. Steve Irwin - Crocodile Hunter 9/4/2006
3088. Frog In The Log 9/22/2005
3089. A Future (Haiku) 5/12/2005
3090. Just Two Limericks 1/8/2006
3091. Happy Birthday To My Favourite Pilot 9/11/2005
3092. Short Limerick 9/3/2005
3093. A Faceless God 3/21/2005
3094. Oma 11/19/2004
3095. Translation, Rilke Die Erblindende (Losing Her Sight) 5/30/2006
3096. Compliments 8/4/2005
3097. A Bumblebee Turns Gay 2/22/2005
3098. A Taste 12/3/2004
3099. God The Creator (Haiku) 11/8/2008
3100. La Tour Eiffel 2/23/2005
3101. Junk Food (Children) 5/15/2006
3102. Ted Bundy 9/24/2008
3103. The Hospice Nurse 10/11/2005
3104. The Mousetrap 3/11/2006
3105. A Woman's Scorn 8/12/2005
3106. Obesity 11/22/2005
3107. Kindness (Children) 6/8/2006
3108. A Devil Called Hurricane 8/31/2005
3109. .....When I'M Sixty-Four? 12/21/2004
3110. The Berlin Wall 8/14/2005
3111. My First Teacher 7/29/2005
3112. The Art Of Writing Limericks 8/23/2005
3113. ........Ism 7/17/2005
3114. To See Venice And Die 9/16/2005
3115. World Hunger 5/3/2005
3116. 500 Words And One Hand 4/25/2005
3117. The Ambulance Down In The Valley 3/10/2006
3118. Soccer 11/30/2004

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


You can't cook with it.
It won't clean you.
Useless for dishes.
Goldfish don't like it.

What makes you think
that lukewarm kisses
will warm my heart
soothe my soul
smooth my wrinkles,
light my smile,
feed my ego,
make me happy
prolong my life?


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