Comments received on poems by Mottakeenur Rehman
Hiruda\'s Bones
sorenbarrett said:
This poem has introduced me to some new words and a new story. Very nicely written it has great images and is a wonderful tribute earning a fave
July 8th, 2025 04:16
sorenbarrett said:
This poem has introduced me to some new words and a new story. Very nicely written it has great images and is a wonderful tribute earning a fave
July 8th, 2025 04:16
The Warrior’s Light
NafisaSB said:
this is a message that resonates with me - to be brave in the darkest hour of despair, and hope things will work out
well done
July 7th, 2025 23:15
NafisaSB said:
this is a message that resonates with me - to be brave in the darkest hour of despair, and hope things will work out
well done
July 7th, 2025 23:15
The Warrior’s Light
RSM0812 said:
Great rhyme sceme with interesting imagery and verse. Nice work.
July 6th, 2025 21:23
RSM0812 said:
Great rhyme sceme with interesting imagery and verse. Nice work.
July 6th, 2025 21:23
Evergreen: The Timeless Power of Poetry
Damaso said:
A gem, my friend, excellent. It\'s impossible to stop for a breath before reading on. Heroic, I really liked it! Thanks for sharing! Cheers!
July 6th, 2025 11:37
Damaso said:
A gem, my friend, excellent. It\'s impossible to stop for a breath before reading on. Heroic, I really liked it! Thanks for sharing! Cheers!
July 6th, 2025 11:37
Oh, Valiant Brigade
arqios said:
Reading like a war hymn for the soul; stirring, defiant, and thunder-charged with purpose. It casts its subjects as elemental beings: forged in storms, lit by wildfire, unstoppable as dawn. The imagery is mythic yet personal, turning abstract virtues (truth, courage, perseverance) into sharpened steel and flame. In four escalating stanzas, it summons a call to rise, to burn, to claim destiny not with passivity but with bold, unyielding motion. The final line doesn’t just crown the brigade, it hands them the cosmos.
July 5th, 2025 07:31
arqios said:
Reading like a war hymn for the soul; stirring, defiant, and thunder-charged with purpose. It casts its subjects as elemental beings: forged in storms, lit by wildfire, unstoppable as dawn. The imagery is mythic yet personal, turning abstract virtues (truth, courage, perseverance) into sharpened steel and flame. In four escalating stanzas, it summons a call to rise, to burn, to claim destiny not with passivity but with bold, unyielding motion. The final line doesn’t just crown the brigade, it hands them the cosmos.
July 5th, 2025 07:31
Oh, Valiant Brigade
Poetic Licence said:
Beautifully written with enticing imagery, if you took the write to mean something else it is quite alarming, enjoyed the read
July 5th, 2025 06:00
Poetic Licence said:
Beautifully written with enticing imagery, if you took the write to mean something else it is quite alarming, enjoyed the read
July 5th, 2025 06:00
Oh, Valiant Brigade
sorenbarrett said:
Regardless of how you take the meaning the wording is beautiful. Whether literal or metaphoric its imagery is charming. In metaphor it is alarming. Well done and another fave
July 5th, 2025 04:10
sorenbarrett said:
Regardless of how you take the meaning the wording is beautiful. Whether literal or metaphoric its imagery is charming. In metaphor it is alarming. Well done and another fave
July 5th, 2025 04:10
The Warrior’s Light
arqios said:
Your noble poem is a rallying cry to inner strength and self-reliance. It urges our steadfastness in the face of darkness, reminding us that even when all else fades, our inner fire can still burn bright. Let go of what’s lost, rise unshackled, and let your spirit become its own source of light. True power, it suggests, isn’t borrowed but it’s birthed from within. 🕊️🙏🏻
July 4th, 2025 06:27
arqios said:
Your noble poem is a rallying cry to inner strength and self-reliance. It urges our steadfastness in the face of darkness, reminding us that even when all else fades, our inner fire can still burn bright. Let go of what’s lost, rise unshackled, and let your spirit become its own source of light. True power, it suggests, isn’t borrowed but it’s birthed from within. 🕊️🙏🏻
July 4th, 2025 06:27
The Warrior’s Light
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write calling for you to trust yourself and be strong, very enjoyable and positive write
July 4th, 2025 05:32
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write calling for you to trust yourself and be strong, very enjoyable and positive write
July 4th, 2025 05:32
The Warrior’s Light
sorenbarrett said:
A bold poem calling for self reliance and the strength to trust oneself. Moving and most motivating a lovely write.
July 4th, 2025 05:03
sorenbarrett said:
A bold poem calling for self reliance and the strength to trust oneself. Moving and most motivating a lovely write.
July 4th, 2025 05:03
Struggle is the Alchemy of Life
arqios said:
The misery of struggle is somehow like the bitter womb waters that surround us even before coming up for air at birth. 🕊🙏🏻
July 3rd, 2025 17:17
arqios said:
The misery of struggle is somehow like the bitter womb waters that surround us even before coming up for air at birth. 🕊🙏🏻
July 3rd, 2025 17:17
Struggle is the Alchemy of Life
Poetic Licence said:
A wonderful and beautiful write some solid gold pearls of wisdom, lines that dance off the page, I raise a glass to the relentless dreamer, a pleasure to read
July 3rd, 2025 14:41
Poetic Licence said:
A wonderful and beautiful write some solid gold pearls of wisdom, lines that dance off the page, I raise a glass to the relentless dreamer, a pleasure to read
July 3rd, 2025 14:41
Struggle is the Alchemy of Life
sorenbarrett said:
Mottakeenur you have done it again. A magnificent poem of wisdom set in great lines (your youth is ink spilled on the wind, Every brick claims it bears the wall alone) many others as well. Then the jewel decorated with good rhyme. But I must add that although poetry does not feed the poet it feeds others being an unselfish gift. On the impressions it leaves in others unforeseen choices are made and a world that might never have been takes shape. A definite fave
July 3rd, 2025 05:15
sorenbarrett said:
Mottakeenur you have done it again. A magnificent poem of wisdom set in great lines (your youth is ink spilled on the wind, Every brick claims it bears the wall alone) many others as well. Then the jewel decorated with good rhyme. But I must add that although poetry does not feed the poet it feeds others being an unselfish gift. On the impressions it leaves in others unforeseen choices are made and a world that might never have been takes shape. A definite fave
July 3rd, 2025 05:15
How a Good Man Loves
Poetic Licence said:
Another lovely write, trust is the foundation of any meaningful worthwhile relationship or friendship, once broken never truly healed, enjoyed the read
July 2nd, 2025 14:06
Poetic Licence said:
Another lovely write, trust is the foundation of any meaningful worthwhile relationship or friendship, once broken never truly healed, enjoyed the read
July 2nd, 2025 14:06
How a Good Man Loves
sorenbarrett said:
Truth the basis of trust that is the foundation of a relationship. Love supersedes all but without trust there is no relationship. A most lovely write of love real or fanciful (Dulcinea) Loved the write Mottakeenur
July 2nd, 2025 07:20
sorenbarrett said:
Truth the basis of trust that is the foundation of a relationship. Love supersedes all but without trust there is no relationship. A most lovely write of love real or fanciful (Dulcinea) Loved the write Mottakeenur
July 2nd, 2025 07:20
Motta, Your Alter Ego
Poetic Licence said:
I understand the concept of the write that no one is ever alone as somewhere inside you is a glimmer of hope looking for the light, but as someone who spends 95 percent of my life on their own it is sometimes incredibly difficult to imagine that hope, still enjoyed the read and it was wonderfully written
July 1st, 2025 19:39
Poetic Licence said:
I understand the concept of the write that no one is ever alone as somewhere inside you is a glimmer of hope looking for the light, but as someone who spends 95 percent of my life on their own it is sometimes incredibly difficult to imagine that hope, still enjoyed the read and it was wonderfully written
July 1st, 2025 19:39
Motta, Your Alter Ego
sorenbarrett said:
Mottakeemur this poem speaks of that time of doubt when we feel divided, separated from others. I hold a belief that we are all part of the whole, mere parts and cells of a greater existence and so we are never alone anymore than a finger that hurts is not a part of the body. Not just brothers and sisters but all the same with the rocks and trees the sun and moon, all bits of a greater whole, we are always home. A fave
July 1st, 2025 08:24
sorenbarrett said:
Mottakeemur this poem speaks of that time of doubt when we feel divided, separated from others. I hold a belief that we are all part of the whole, mere parts and cells of a greater existence and so we are never alone anymore than a finger that hurts is not a part of the body. Not just brothers and sisters but all the same with the rocks and trees the sun and moon, all bits of a greater whole, we are always home. A fave
July 1st, 2025 08:24
The Taxonomy of Goodbye
Poetic Licence said:
A sense of mourning the loss of love, a heart that won\'t forget the sorrow and pain, beautifully written, pleasure to read
June 30th, 2025 06:33
Poetic Licence said:
A sense of mourning the loss of love, a heart that won\'t forget the sorrow and pain, beautifully written, pleasure to read
June 30th, 2025 06:33
The Taxonomy of Goodbye
sorenbarrett said:
This poem requires several readings to appreciate its subtle and gentle lines. It speaks to me out of quiet sorrow, with a sense of lingering mourning that can not let go. It is brilliant and a fave
June 30th, 2025 04:28
sorenbarrett said:
This poem requires several readings to appreciate its subtle and gentle lines. It speaks to me out of quiet sorrow, with a sense of lingering mourning that can not let go. It is brilliant and a fave
June 30th, 2025 04:28
The Nocturne of Unwritten Laws
Poetic Licence said:
Oh how I wish we could exchange reality for wishes, enjoyed the read
June 30th, 2025 00:40
Poetic Licence said:
Oh how I wish we could exchange reality for wishes, enjoyed the read
June 30th, 2025 00:40
The Nocturne of Unwritten Laws
sorenbarrett said:
The beginning of this poem made me think of the angels alphabet and the Kabala (where shadows stitch their seams, does time collapse into a single vowel.) A great line. Dreams a shadowy place where reality is exchanged for wishes that are lived in another dimension. A very nice piece of work
June 29th, 2025 13:16
sorenbarrett said:
The beginning of this poem made me think of the angels alphabet and the Kabala (where shadows stitch their seams, does time collapse into a single vowel.) A great line. Dreams a shadowy place where reality is exchanged for wishes that are lived in another dimension. A very nice piece of work
June 29th, 2025 13:16
The Great Poetry, or The Highest Part of Life
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write implying we are mere small particles of nature and its beauty, and it is nature itself that is the poem, enjoyed the read
June 28th, 2025 04:36
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write implying we are mere small particles of nature and its beauty, and it is nature itself that is the poem, enjoyed the read
June 28th, 2025 04:36
The Great Poetry, or The Highest Part of Life
sorenbarrett said:
Well written Nature and all the world is the poem. All that we write just fragments. A lovely poem Mottakeenur
June 28th, 2025 04:08
sorenbarrett said:
Well written Nature and all the world is the poem. All that we write just fragments. A lovely poem Mottakeenur
June 28th, 2025 04:08
Evergreen: The Timeless Power of Poetry
Poetic Licence said:
This is an exceptional wonderful piece of writing, a pleasure to read
June 27th, 2025 09:10
Poetic Licence said:
This is an exceptional wonderful piece of writing, a pleasure to read
June 27th, 2025 09:10
Evergreen: The Timeless Power of Poetry
arqios said:
Such a passionate love letter to poetry itself—its endurance, its quiet power, and its refusal to be diminished. It elevates the art from mere ornament to essential force: sunlight, river, lantern, key. There’s something deeply personal yet collective in the voice: speaking as one who’s walked through life empty-handed yet fully armed with language, as if poetry alone was enough to confront the dark. Lines like “no armor but the word, no shield but ‘why?’” land with striking honesty. The poet isn’t cloaked in grandeur, but in the relentless asking and seeking that poetry demands. That stanza in particular feels like a manifesto: a gentle defiance, a deep belief that sight (perception, understanding) is more powerful than conquest. And when the speaker claims to hold “only keys,” it’s a beautiful paradox: nothing flashy, just the means to unlock: imagination, insight, even time itself. The final image is especially haunting and affirming: poetry as the ghost wind that moves unseen but unmistakably, still whispering truth into the sleeping world. There’s reverence here, but also grit. Poetry isn’t being canonised, it is being lived. And you feel, reading it, that it really is evergreen.
June 27th, 2025 06:58
arqios said:
Such a passionate love letter to poetry itself—its endurance, its quiet power, and its refusal to be diminished. It elevates the art from mere ornament to essential force: sunlight, river, lantern, key. There’s something deeply personal yet collective in the voice: speaking as one who’s walked through life empty-handed yet fully armed with language, as if poetry alone was enough to confront the dark. Lines like “no armor but the word, no shield but ‘why?’” land with striking honesty. The poet isn’t cloaked in grandeur, but in the relentless asking and seeking that poetry demands. That stanza in particular feels like a manifesto: a gentle defiance, a deep belief that sight (perception, understanding) is more powerful than conquest. And when the speaker claims to hold “only keys,” it’s a beautiful paradox: nothing flashy, just the means to unlock: imagination, insight, even time itself. The final image is especially haunting and affirming: poetry as the ghost wind that moves unseen but unmistakably, still whispering truth into the sleeping world. There’s reverence here, but also grit. Poetry isn’t being canonised, it is being lived. And you feel, reading it, that it really is evergreen.
June 27th, 2025 06:58
Evergreen: The Timeless Power of Poetry
sorenbarrett said:
Brilliant!! A most wonderful write a poem that sets in masterful lines the essence of poetry. With wonderful metaphor this poem displays poetry\'s glory in some exceptional lines. (I walked with nothing yet carried the sky) so much said in so little. The second to the last stanza is amazing and all is culminated in the last stanza. This deserves a much wider read. Without doubt a fave
June 27th, 2025 06:34
sorenbarrett said:
Brilliant!! A most wonderful write a poem that sets in masterful lines the essence of poetry. With wonderful metaphor this poem displays poetry\'s glory in some exceptional lines. (I walked with nothing yet carried the sky) so much said in so little. The second to the last stanza is amazing and all is culminated in the last stanza. This deserves a much wider read. Without doubt a fave
June 27th, 2025 06:34
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