Comments received on poems by sorenbarrett
Samba
Goldfinch60 said:
Keep on dancing the samba soren, I used to dance it many years ago.
Andy
January 13th, 2026 02:20
Goldfinch60 said:
Keep on dancing the samba soren, I used to dance it many years ago.
Andy
January 13th, 2026 02:20
Samba
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Soren, the way nature becomes an orchestra here is just beautiful. Rhythm, movement, invitation, all braided together. “carnaval practice in the month of June” lands as both image and promise. Strong, musical work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 12th, 2026 21:28
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Soren, the way nature becomes an orchestra here is just beautiful. Rhythm, movement, invitation, all braided together. “carnaval practice in the month of June” lands as both image and promise. Strong, musical work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 12th, 2026 21:28
Samba
Kevin Hulme said:
Being in a Town , I only hear an Owl sometimes.
Must be nice to hear all them .
Well said.
January 12th, 2026 19:32
Kevin Hulme said:
Being in a Town , I only hear an Owl sometimes.
Must be nice to hear all them .
Well said.
January 12th, 2026 19:32
Samba
NinjaGirl said:
What fun! Lovey description and I can imagine the frogs dancing which brings a smile to my face!
January 12th, 2026 16:47
NinjaGirl said:
What fun! Lovey description and I can imagine the frogs dancing which brings a smile to my face!
January 12th, 2026 16:47
Samba
Teddy.15 said:
It\'s a bit like watching porno, 🤣 what a wonderful visual, did you know that I\'m incredibly fond of frogs? The bigger and fatter the better. 🌹
January 12th, 2026 09:05
Teddy.15 said:
It\'s a bit like watching porno, 🤣 what a wonderful visual, did you know that I\'m incredibly fond of frogs? The bigger and fatter the better. 🌹
January 12th, 2026 09:05
Samba
Paul Bell said:
Just looking out at the hail and snow, thinking at some point I\'ll need to Samba off down to the shops.
I\'ll pretend the sun is shining, and my hips are moving to the rhythm of the music.
Never realised, Polar bears could samba, you learn something new everyday now.
January 12th, 2026 05:33
Paul Bell said:
Just looking out at the hail and snow, thinking at some point I\'ll need to Samba off down to the shops.
I\'ll pretend the sun is shining, and my hips are moving to the rhythm of the music.
Never realised, Polar bears could samba, you learn something new everyday now.
January 12th, 2026 05:33
Samba
Dominic Windram said:
This poem really captures the mood of a samba. I can really visualise it due to the delightful imagery...great stuff!
January 12th, 2026 04:19
Dominic Windram said:
This poem really captures the mood of a samba. I can really visualise it due to the delightful imagery...great stuff!
January 12th, 2026 04:19
Gestation
NinjaGirl said:
A most interesting write, and I ponder the myths and religion intertwined. Well done
January 12th, 2026 00:01
NinjaGirl said:
A most interesting write, and I ponder the myths and religion intertwined. Well done
January 12th, 2026 00:01
Gestation
Kevin Hulme said:
Never knew of that story in your Comments.
Mythologies are so Interesting. Nice one.
January 11th, 2026 21:19
Kevin Hulme said:
Never knew of that story in your Comments.
Mythologies are so Interesting. Nice one.
January 11th, 2026 21:19
Gestation
Lorenz said:
Words that awaken in me the atavistic echo of those old Germanic legends !
January 11th, 2026 11:01
Lorenz said:
Words that awaken in me the atavistic echo of those old Germanic legends !
January 11th, 2026 11:01
Gestation
The Gladden Scribbles said:
What draws me in here is how seamlessly you braid ritual, myth, and language into one motion—almost as if belief itself is being choreographed. Nature isn’t passive in this poem; it performs. It turns pages, conducts metaphors, wields batons and wands.
That opening movement already tells me we’re entering a sacred logic where symbol governs survival.
To me, I think the reference to Nemi and the dying god is handled with a quiet authority. Violence, sacrifice, and renewal are not explained away; they’re accepted as the engine of continuity. I find the image of blood guaranteeing crops especially arresting—it’s unsettling, yet it clarifies how deeply survival and worship are entangled.
Nothing here feels ornamental in the slightest; every mythic act carries consequence.
And that final couplet lands beautifully. “Religion born, poetry begun” feels less like a conclusion and more like a revelation—that verse itself may have emerged from the same need that built temples and demanded sacrifice. This reads like a meditation on origins, written with restraint and gravity, and it lingers well after the last line. Great work and keep on sharing your beautiful work. ~ The Gladden.
January 11th, 2026 10:00
The Gladden Scribbles said:
What draws me in here is how seamlessly you braid ritual, myth, and language into one motion—almost as if belief itself is being choreographed. Nature isn’t passive in this poem; it performs. It turns pages, conducts metaphors, wields batons and wands.
That opening movement already tells me we’re entering a sacred logic where symbol governs survival.
To me, I think the reference to Nemi and the dying god is handled with a quiet authority. Violence, sacrifice, and renewal are not explained away; they’re accepted as the engine of continuity. I find the image of blood guaranteeing crops especially arresting—it’s unsettling, yet it clarifies how deeply survival and worship are entangled.
Nothing here feels ornamental in the slightest; every mythic act carries consequence.
And that final couplet lands beautifully. “Religion born, poetry begun” feels less like a conclusion and more like a revelation—that verse itself may have emerged from the same need that built temples and demanded sacrifice. This reads like a meditation on origins, written with restraint and gravity, and it lingers well after the last line. Great work and keep on sharing your beautiful work. ~ The Gladden.
January 11th, 2026 10:00
Gestation
Tristan Robert Lange said:
I’m struck by how you braid ritual, violence, and renewal without flinching. The idea that belief is born in blood and story feels unsettling and honest. This resonated deeply, dearest Soren. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 11th, 2026 09:26
Tristan Robert Lange said:
I’m struck by how you braid ritual, violence, and renewal without flinching. The idea that belief is born in blood and story feels unsettling and honest. This resonated deeply, dearest Soren. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 11th, 2026 09:26
Gestation
Thomas W Case said:
Myth and ritual braid beautifully here—Frazer’s shadow, blood, crown, and renewal.
That last line seals it: where religion ends, poetry begins.
January 11th, 2026 08:47
Thomas W Case said:
Myth and ritual braid beautifully here—Frazer’s shadow, blood, crown, and renewal.
That last line seals it: where religion ends, poetry begins.
January 11th, 2026 08:47
Gestation
Dominic Windram said:
I\'m a big fan of world mythologies so I really appreciate this poem. The imagery is wonderful blending religion, myth, music and poetry...great stuff!
January 11th, 2026 05:38
Dominic Windram said:
I\'m a big fan of world mythologies so I really appreciate this poem. The imagery is wonderful blending religion, myth, music and poetry...great stuff!
January 11th, 2026 05:38
Tiller of heart\'s soil
gray0328 said:
Your poem uses the metaphor of a farmer—or “tiller”—to describe someone who works, suffers, and sacrifices to cultivate hope, faith, or moral renewal in a world hardened by doubt and despair. Good one Soren
January 11th, 2026 05:37
gray0328 said:
Your poem uses the metaphor of a farmer—or “tiller”—to describe someone who works, suffers, and sacrifices to cultivate hope, faith, or moral renewal in a world hardened by doubt and despair. Good one Soren
January 11th, 2026 05:37
Perfection
Aman 12 said:
unwritten masterpiece that lives inside us is always larger than the page.
January 11th, 2026 04:23
Aman 12 said:
unwritten masterpiece that lives inside us is always larger than the page.
January 11th, 2026 04:23
Shades
Aman 12 said:
Shadows slip off the edges of memory, breezes whisper through what used to be green.time-worn energy set in motion
January 11th, 2026 04:21
Aman 12 said:
Shadows slip off the edges of memory, breezes whisper through what used to be green.time-worn energy set in motion
January 11th, 2026 04:21
Passing shades
Joseph M Marion said:
I love the way you carefully worded this beautiful
January 10th, 2026 18:57
Joseph M Marion said:
I love the way you carefully worded this beautiful
January 10th, 2026 18:57
Cold truth
Joseph M Marion said:
That\'s a very morbid truth to the life. To live means one must I a truth to everything that lives very well written
January 10th, 2026 13:07
Joseph M Marion said:
That\'s a very morbid truth to the life. To live means one must I a truth to everything that lives very well written
January 10th, 2026 13:07
Tiller of heart\'s soil
orchidee said:
Bit of trouble with the gardening there?! lol.
January 10th, 2026 11:13
orchidee said:
Bit of trouble with the gardening there?! lol.
January 10th, 2026 11:13
Tiller of heart\'s soil
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! That image of a savior in farmer’s pants, crucified on his hoe, is striking. It grounds holiness in labor and dirt, making the suffering feel immediate and human. Powerful choice, my dear friend. A fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 10th, 2026 10:48
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! That image of a savior in farmer’s pants, crucified on his hoe, is striking. It grounds holiness in labor and dirt, making the suffering feel immediate and human. Powerful choice, my dear friend. A fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 10th, 2026 10:48
Perfection
Soman Ragavan said:
\"...but has never been put on paper...\"
\"The poet, without being any less of a philosopher, is a maker whose thought is poetry. ...\" ROBERT GITTINGS : \"SELECTED POEMS AND LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS.” OXFORD : HEINEMANN EDUCATIONAL BOOKS LTD., 1966. Full acknowledgements are made. Thus, the very thought of the poet is poetry. Not all thoughts get recorded on paper or computer.
January 10th, 2026 10:04
Soman Ragavan said:
\"...but has never been put on paper...\"
\"The poet, without being any less of a philosopher, is a maker whose thought is poetry. ...\" ROBERT GITTINGS : \"SELECTED POEMS AND LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS.” OXFORD : HEINEMANN EDUCATIONAL BOOKS LTD., 1966. Full acknowledgements are made. Thus, the very thought of the poet is poetry. Not all thoughts get recorded on paper or computer.
January 10th, 2026 10:04
Tiller of heart\'s soil
cellinic said:
Deep and rather emotional! A great write!
January 10th, 2026 08:38
cellinic said:
Deep and rather emotional! A great write!
January 10th, 2026 08:38
Tiller of heart\'s soil
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
enjoyed the read,
January 10th, 2026 04:49
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
enjoyed the read,
January 10th, 2026 04:49
Tiller of heart\'s soil
Dominic Windram said:
Great write Soren! I love the way you use profound metaphorical language to make your points.
January 10th, 2026 04:10
Dominic Windram said:
Great write Soren! I love the way you use profound metaphorical language to make your points.
January 10th, 2026 04:10
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