Comments received on poems by arqios
first bruise
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, this resonates with me. Sometimes the first signs of heartbreak are not dramatic at all. They arrive in small changes, little absences, and quiet distances that only become clear in hindsight. This brought that feeling to mind immediately. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 17th, 2026 11:50
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, this resonates with me. Sometimes the first signs of heartbreak are not dramatic at all. They arrive in small changes, little absences, and quiet distances that only become clear in hindsight. This brought that feeling to mind immediately. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 17th, 2026 11:50
first bruise
orchidee said:
And I learn my (first?) meaning of a cryptic poem? When? Dunno! Not got the foggiest! lol.
June 17th, 2026 09:32
orchidee said:
And I learn my (first?) meaning of a cryptic poem? When? Dunno! Not got the foggiest! lol.
June 17th, 2026 09:32
first bruise
sorenbarrett said:
Masterfully worded this poem is consistent from beginning to end in its message. I love the lines:
\"Streetlamps flicker,
echoing their silence.\"
What a wonderful metaphor that combines visual with auditory in a single vivid message. The following lines follow up with that double meaning in the chill both emotional and tactile. This continued doubling of meaning strengthens the poem. It is finished with another double pairing of the intellectual and emotional brought to its end in the physical as well. Very nicely done Cryptic it can not help but be a favorite
June 17th, 2026 06:31
sorenbarrett said:
Masterfully worded this poem is consistent from beginning to end in its message. I love the lines:
\"Streetlamps flicker,
echoing their silence.\"
What a wonderful metaphor that combines visual with auditory in a single vivid message. The following lines follow up with that double meaning in the chill both emotional and tactile. This continued doubling of meaning strengthens the poem. It is finished with another double pairing of the intellectual and emotional brought to its end in the physical as well. Very nicely done Cryptic it can not help but be a favorite
June 17th, 2026 06:31
bespectacled
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is delightful. 😄 It made me smile, think, and then smile again. The humor is there throughout, but beneath it is a surprisingly thoughtful meditation on identity, perception, and the strange things people choose to revere. Wonderful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 16th, 2026 09:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is delightful. 😄 It made me smile, think, and then smile again. The humor is there throughout, but beneath it is a surprisingly thoughtful meditation on identity, perception, and the strange things people choose to revere. Wonderful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 16th, 2026 09:23
bespectacled
Friendship said:
Well written. Your poem delves into themes of self-identity, the human tendency to classify and categorize, and the idea that true worth and connection exist outside of competition. It reflects on the experiences of a monkey, both as a performer (jazzman) and a revered figure (temple monkey), highlighting the fluidity of perception.
June 16th, 2026 08:46
Friendship said:
Well written. Your poem delves into themes of self-identity, the human tendency to classify and categorize, and the idea that true worth and connection exist outside of competition. It reflects on the experiences of a monkey, both as a performer (jazzman) and a revered figure (temple monkey), highlighting the fluidity of perception.
June 16th, 2026 08:46
bespectacled
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
a most delightful read with a deeper message
June 16th, 2026 06:57
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
a most delightful read with a deeper message
June 16th, 2026 06:57
bespectacled
sorenbarrett said:
As philosophical as poetic this poem draws parallels between monkeys and man in differing perspectives and perceptions. In the end we are all equal. It is the setting, circumstance, appearance that divides us. Very nicely done my friend and another fave
June 16th, 2026 06:20
sorenbarrett said:
As philosophical as poetic this poem draws parallels between monkeys and man in differing perspectives and perceptions. In the end we are all equal. It is the setting, circumstance, appearance that divides us. Very nicely done my friend and another fave
June 16th, 2026 06:20
wind chimes
Kevin Hulme said:
We can\'t see the Wind but - we see it\'s effect on Water , Chimes etc .
Fine Poem.
June 15th, 2026 18:25
Kevin Hulme said:
We can\'t see the Wind but - we see it\'s effect on Water , Chimes etc .
Fine Poem.
June 15th, 2026 18:25
wind chimes
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this brought back memories of sitting outside on summer evenings listening to sounds drift in from nowhere and everywhere at once. Funny how a simple sound can open a door to years gone by. This captured that feeling wonderfully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 15th, 2026 08:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this brought back memories of sitting outside on summer evenings listening to sounds drift in from nowhere and everywhere at once. Funny how a simple sound can open a door to years gone by. This captured that feeling wonderfully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 15th, 2026 08:23
wind chimes
sorenbarrett said:
It is interesting how the mere sound of something can stimulate feeling unearthed from the past. Some sounds are well fit to evoke images in and of themselves and in this case wind chimes tell of the breeze and their high pitched echoes sound like the wind itself. Well written my friend
June 15th, 2026 05:53
sorenbarrett said:
It is interesting how the mere sound of something can stimulate feeling unearthed from the past. Some sounds are well fit to evoke images in and of themselves and in this case wind chimes tell of the breeze and their high pitched echoes sound like the wind itself. Well written my friend
June 15th, 2026 05:53
bright as a dare
Goldfinch60 said:
Keep on daring Rik, life will become good.
Andy
June 15th, 2026 02:07
Goldfinch60 said:
Keep on daring Rik, life will become good.
Andy
June 15th, 2026 02:07
bright as a dare
Kevin Hulme said:
Didn\'t the Great Fire of London start in a Pie Shop. Good one.
June 14th, 2026 18:33
Kevin Hulme said:
Didn\'t the Great Fire of London start in a Pie Shop. Good one.
June 14th, 2026 18:33
bright as a dare
Tristan Robert Lange said:
arqios, this hit me hard. There is such a wonderful energy to this piece...the feeling that something chaotic is arriving, yet somehow it carries possibility along with it. I was hooked from the opening lines, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 14th, 2026 07:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
arqios, this hit me hard. There is such a wonderful energy to this piece...the feeling that something chaotic is arriving, yet somehow it carries possibility along with it. I was hooked from the opening lines, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 14th, 2026 07:55
bright as a dare
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a crackle in this—tension building like heat before a blaze, every detail leaning toward ignition.
What lingers is that last turn: destruction reframed as a kind of wild flowering, dangerous and strangely alive.
June 14th, 2026 07:14
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a crackle in this—tension building like heat before a blaze, every detail leaning toward ignition.
What lingers is that last turn: destruction reframed as a kind of wild flowering, dangerous and strangely alive.
June 14th, 2026 07:14
bright as a dare
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic this poem is tinted by my past. When eight or nine (can\'t remember exactly) at school recess on a dare from a friend, with a magnifying glass I set fire in a field that got out of control. The fire department had to be called to put it out. At the principal\'s office with my friend I had hidden the magnifying glass in the back of my pants denying any blame in the situation. The principal got out the large wooden paddle with drilled holes and I thought it was the end of the glass and my ass. It was my friend that got the punishment but he never gave me up. That is what friendship is all about. You have reminded me and may have to write a poem about it some day.
June 14th, 2026 05:51
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic this poem is tinted by my past. When eight or nine (can\'t remember exactly) at school recess on a dare from a friend, with a magnifying glass I set fire in a field that got out of control. The fire department had to be called to put it out. At the principal\'s office with my friend I had hidden the magnifying glass in the back of my pants denying any blame in the situation. The principal got out the large wooden paddle with drilled holes and I thought it was the end of the glass and my ass. It was my friend that got the punishment but he never gave me up. That is what friendship is all about. You have reminded me and may have to write a poem about it some day.
June 14th, 2026 05:51
starry in the night
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow, my friend, this took me back to those quiet winter nights when everything feels hushed and the world seems to slow down for a while. There is something deeply peaceful about that atmosphere, and you captured it well. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 13th, 2026 22:37
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow, my friend, this took me back to those quiet winter nights when everything feels hushed and the world seems to slow down for a while. There is something deeply peaceful about that atmosphere, and you captured it well. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 13th, 2026 22:37
starry in the night
arqios said:
Thanks for the Fave, @Friendship. Much appreciated 🙏🕊️
June 13th, 2026 07:30
arqios said:
Thanks for the Fave, @Friendship. Much appreciated 🙏🕊️
June 13th, 2026 07:30
starry in the night
sorenbarrett said:
I have to ask myself is their meaning in the offset duplicate of this poem. Then I think the solstice occurs twice each year marked by maximum and minimum declination. Subtle and yet there before the eye. I can not help but think of Van Gogh\'s starry night as you describe the images. Is this also a metaphor of human raising and falling? Is there a clue in the image of manmade clouds? Is it speaking of the equinox of emotions or am I stretching this too far? Brilliant write my friend a fave
June 13th, 2026 06:20
sorenbarrett said:
I have to ask myself is their meaning in the offset duplicate of this poem. Then I think the solstice occurs twice each year marked by maximum and minimum declination. Subtle and yet there before the eye. I can not help but think of Van Gogh\'s starry night as you describe the images. Is this also a metaphor of human raising and falling? Is there a clue in the image of manmade clouds? Is it speaking of the equinox of emotions or am I stretching this too far? Brilliant write my friend a fave
June 13th, 2026 06:20
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