Comments received on poems by sorenbarrett



Small things
soheil khodaparasti said:

Profound in its simplicity. Unlike the physical traces—skin, hair, sweat, blood, and fingernails—the speaker’s thoughts are intangible fragments of himself that may persist through words or memory.

July 21st, 2026 22:50

Small things
Tristan Robert Lange said:

The mosquito really got me, Soren! Even the little bloodsucking bastards become unwilling archivists…flying off with a tiny piece of our existence. Wonderfully strange and thought-provoking work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

July 21st, 2026 20:17

Small things
Kevin Hulme said:

As I mentioned somewhere before. Apparently we may be breathing parts of the breath of Caesar. Or Cleopatra.
A good Write.

July 21st, 2026 18:45

Small things
Lorenz said:

we are nothing but this atomic theory within the unfathomable whole ...

July 21st, 2026 11:24

Small things
orchidee said:

A fine write SB.

July 21st, 2026 11:04

Archetype of man
8Blackwidow8 said:

WOW. This is stunning. (His feet resting on a stolen stool of nature he claims as his own).

I love it when men write about men from an objective standpoint. This one is amazing.

July 21st, 2026 11:02

Small things
8Blackwidow8 said:

\"A word rides soundwaves in the wind
Faded thoughts I can\'t rescind\"

I like these lines the most, but the overall poem is beautiful. Well written.

July 21st, 2026 10:08

Small things
Thomas W Case said:

You scatter yourself like dust, and the world keeps every piece whether you mean it or not.
Gritty truth—nothing we are really disappears, it just changes hands.

July 21st, 2026 08:07

Small things
Teddy.15 said:

Your imagery!!! Ok sorrenbarret you know I love you, but please less spit left on the pillow please 🤣

July 21st, 2026 07:29

Small things
Paul Bell said:

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Is that the real end, or do we move in sound.
I suppose if we\'re scattered on earth, we sure move all around.

July 21st, 2026 06:54

Busted
NafisaSB said:

Poignant verse - touches the heart 🤔

July 21st, 2026 06:34

Out of sight
cully45 said:

Short and to the point. Nice one Soren.

July 21st, 2026 05:35

Conditional
Durdica Porobija said:

A parabolic metapoetic poem. How to value weak words and how to diligently nurture them – these seem to me the questions that remain unanswered. These are probably the doubts that haunt conscientious poets.

July 21st, 2026 05:33

Small things
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

definite fav

July 21st, 2026 04:01

No direction
Goldfinch60 said:

Those marks we leave in life can never be forgotten soren.

Andy

July 21st, 2026 00:57

Man
8Blackwidow8 said:

\"Emojis have become our touch of tenderness\"

This poem is great, and the ending verse really punctuated the whole poem.

July 20th, 2026 17:03

No direction
Kevin Hulme said:

I suppose we are all influenced by People we have met along with the knocks of life.
Good Write.

July 20th, 2026 15:20

No direction
soheil khodaparasti said:

Beautifully expressed. We are shaped by our choices, our actions, and the people around us.

July 20th, 2026 11:30

No direction
Neville said:



very cleva wordsmithing .. I feel like I\'ve just been set free from somewhere between a rock and a hard place .. what a journey that was from raw materials to finished product .. Neville

July 20th, 2026 11:24

No direction
Paul Bell said:

Sometimes we actually forget what is below us, and in reality there\'s millions of years packed in.
It\'s like when someone has modernised an old home, and you only see the real beauty when you expose the walls or the floor.


July 20th, 2026 09:23

No direction
Soman Ragavan said:

In the song of Elton John “Sacrifice” : “In final act, we lose direction...\"

July 20th, 2026 09:17

No direction
Soman Ragavan said:

The poem recounts how we are formed, moulded by life that goes on around us. It i an inevitable destiny. Even if we live in utter solitude in a desert or a forest, we will still be shaped by what surrounds us. We are locked in the footprints (DNA prints) into which we are forced : \"too late for corrections...\" \"on which people park\" : people park not only on parking lots but on our very bodies... The watery cement only gives little time for others to mould it : when it sets, it is too late. Earth transformed to concrete : the evolution cannot be stopped. We are just cogs in a wheel on which we have no control. When the path becomes a street, it\'s the final nail.

July 20th, 2026 09:15

No direction
Tristan Robert Lange said:

What a fascinating piece, Soren! Earth and water become something rigid and utilitarian, yet retain the permanent evidence of every life that crossed them while they were vulnerable. Beautifully conceived, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

July 20th, 2026 08:42

No direction
orchidee said:

Good write SB. KP\'s very old. I call her \'Fossil\' though her botox has ruined even her fossilised appearance. lol.

July 20th, 2026 06:56

Floods and leaks
RSM0812 said:

This poem is intriguing to read with amazing twists on words. Enjoyed!!!

July 20th, 2026 06:53

No direction
arqios said:

This poem gives the feel of one hardened into the shape life gave them before they ever learned to choose their own direction, and now they carry the marks of everyone who walked across them. 🙏🕊️

July 20th, 2026 06:17

No direction
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

We all leave our mark my friend, good write enjoyed

July 20th, 2026 03:36

No direction
Teddy.15 said:

You have certainly left your mark dear friend. 🌹

July 20th, 2026 03:32

Bouquet
Kevin Hulme said:

A Romance gone sour. A good Story told in a few lines. Enjoyed.

July 19th, 2026 18:56

Pending storm
peto said:

Sometimes soren
You write at a different level
Superb

July 19th, 2026 16:37

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