Comments received on poems by arqios
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
early again
Kevin Hulme said:
In those Old Hollywood Films they used to show the passage of time as \'Dates\' falling of a Calendar. That\'s how it now seems to me.
Monday comes around so Quick.
June 12th, 2026 18:48
Kevin Hulme said:
In those Old Hollywood Films they used to show the passage of time as \'Dates\' falling of a Calendar. That\'s how it now seems to me.
Monday comes around so Quick.
June 12th, 2026 18:48
early again
orchidee said:
Yes - Monday - and sometimes it \'always\' seems to be Christmas! lol. We talk of either x months after it, or x months before it.
June 12th, 2026 14:16
orchidee said:
Yes - Monday - and sometimes it \'always\' seems to be Christmas! lol. We talk of either x months after it, or x months before it.
June 12th, 2026 14:16
early again
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this speaks to me in ways I can\'t ignore. I\'ve often felt like I arrived a little sideways to expectations myself...not necessarily wrong, just out of sync with what was supposed to happen. This brought that feeling right back. Wonderful write, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 12th, 2026 13:13
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this speaks to me in ways I can\'t ignore. I\'ve often felt like I arrived a little sideways to expectations myself...not necessarily wrong, just out of sync with what was supposed to happen. This brought that feeling right back. Wonderful write, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 12th, 2026 13:13
early again
sorenbarrett said:
Time personified where it has its own idiosyncrasies and character. And if I am not mistaken Monday\'s usually arrive before they are expected or anyone is ready for them. Very nicely written Cryptic
June 12th, 2026 07:16
sorenbarrett said:
Time personified where it has its own idiosyncrasies and character. And if I am not mistaken Monday\'s usually arrive before they are expected or anyone is ready for them. Very nicely written Cryptic
June 12th, 2026 07:16
cross reference landing
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Rik and so real in our lives.
Andy
June 12th, 2026 01:49
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Rik and so real in our lives.
Andy
June 12th, 2026 01:49
cross reference landing
arqios said:
Trusting the reader is a privilege of poetry. So glad you pointed that out, Tittu. Beautifully said, thanks. 🕊️🙏
June 11th, 2026 15:52
arqios said:
Trusting the reader is a privilege of poetry. So glad you pointed that out, Tittu. Beautifully said, thanks. 🕊️🙏
June 11th, 2026 15:52
cross reference landing
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this reminded me of those moments in life when the journey itself becomes more important than the destination. The poem trusts the reader to fill in the blanks, and I found myself doing exactly that. Beautifully done, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 11th, 2026 08:45
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this reminded me of those moments in life when the journey itself becomes more important than the destination. The poem trusts the reader to fill in the blanks, and I found myself doing exactly that. Beautifully done, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 11th, 2026 08:45
cross reference landing
sorenbarrett said:
The rhythm of this poem emphasized by the wave like structure of its layout. It like the sea becomes hypnotic. It paints a picture viewed from a distance even in the person it is written in one is an observer. The message itself cold and shadowy One of weary arrival, battered and patched, worn gathering their burden leaving the water and its loneliness toward warmth and others gathered and busy. It seems a metaphor itself of life and death and the moving on of the spirit. Another fave my friend
June 11th, 2026 06:28
sorenbarrett said:
The rhythm of this poem emphasized by the wave like structure of its layout. It like the sea becomes hypnotic. It paints a picture viewed from a distance even in the person it is written in one is an observer. The message itself cold and shadowy One of weary arrival, battered and patched, worn gathering their burden leaving the water and its loneliness toward warmth and others gathered and busy. It seems a metaphor itself of life and death and the moving on of the spirit. Another fave my friend
June 11th, 2026 06:28
cross reference landing
David Wakeling said:
A fascinating story.I think it could go further if you wanted it to.Enjoyable read
June 11th, 2026 06:12
David Wakeling said:
A fascinating story.I think it could go further if you wanted it to.Enjoyable read
June 11th, 2026 06:12
cross reference landing
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
a most engaging write enjoyed
June 11th, 2026 05:36
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
a most engaging write enjoyed
June 11th, 2026 05:36
breast-pocket
Goldfinch60 said:
Some things just travel down the generations Rik.
Andy
June 11th, 2026 01:51
Goldfinch60 said:
Some things just travel down the generations Rik.
Andy
June 11th, 2026 01:51
breast-pocket
Kevin Hulme said:
I have the same Mannerisms as my Mother.
And I like how the Story is in the Picture also.
Fine Write.
June 10th, 2026 18:44
Kevin Hulme said:
I have the same Mannerisms as my Mother.
And I like how the Story is in the Picture also.
Fine Write.
June 10th, 2026 18:44
breast-pocket
David Wakeling said:
This is such a pleasant narrative. The characters following generations after generations of similar quait habits.Very enjoyable read
June 10th, 2026 16:54
David Wakeling said:
This is such a pleasant narrative. The characters following generations after generations of similar quait habits.Very enjoyable read
June 10th, 2026 16:54
breast-pocket
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this made me think of the little things we inherit from family members without ever consciously deciding to. A mannerism, a habit, a way of standing or speaking...and one day we catch ourselves doing it and realize where it came from. This spoke to me in a very human way. Really enjoyed it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 10th, 2026 08:15
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this made me think of the little things we inherit from family members without ever consciously deciding to. A mannerism, a habit, a way of standing or speaking...and one day we catch ourselves doing it and realize where it came from. This spoke to me in a very human way. Really enjoyed it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 10th, 2026 08:15
before my time
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, what a thoughtful and elegant piece. The movement from childhood perception to a broader reflection on identity unfolds naturally, and the understated tone gives the poem much of its power. It reminds us that our beginnings continue to echo through us long after we\'ve left them behind. This really moved me, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 10th, 2026 08:08
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, what a thoughtful and elegant piece. The movement from childhood perception to a broader reflection on identity unfolds naturally, and the understated tone gives the poem much of its power. It reminds us that our beginnings continue to echo through us long after we\'ve left them behind. This really moved me, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
June 10th, 2026 08:08
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