Comments received on poems by arqios
ancient roots
Goldfinch60 said:
Those ancient roots have brought us to where we are now arqios.
Andy
June 6th, 2025 01:47
Goldfinch60 said:
Those ancient roots have brought us to where we are now arqios.
Andy
June 6th, 2025 01:47
ancient roots
Kevin Hulme said:
Yes , Trees are something you never tire of.
I Love when it\'s Windy and the Branches wave, and there\'s that Wonderful Sound like Waves breaking on a Shore. Good one.
June 5th, 2025 12:04
Kevin Hulme said:
Yes , Trees are something you never tire of.
I Love when it\'s Windy and the Branches wave, and there\'s that Wonderful Sound like Waves breaking on a Shore. Good one.
June 5th, 2025 12:04
ancient roots
Damaso said:
Wow, what a delight to read this text. Thank you so much! Regards
June 5th, 2025 09:15
Damaso said:
Wow, what a delight to read this text. Thank you so much! Regards
June 5th, 2025 09:15
ancient roots
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write of an essential part of our planet and our existance, I dont know the name of the style/lay out of the write, but I like it, enjoyed the read
June 5th, 2025 04:48
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write of an essential part of our planet and our existance, I dont know the name of the style/lay out of the write, but I like it, enjoyed the read
June 5th, 2025 04:48
ancient roots
sorenbarrett said:
The rhyme, meter, image, metaphor, all these not sure what more but there is something special about this poem that grabs me and for that unidentifiable element that identifies all great poems from the normal this gets a fave.
June 5th, 2025 04:27
sorenbarrett said:
The rhyme, meter, image, metaphor, all these not sure what more but there is something special about this poem that grabs me and for that unidentifiable element that identifies all great poems from the normal this gets a fave.
June 5th, 2025 04:27
ancient roots
David Wakeling said:
This is quite a beautiful tribute to the humble tree.Trees really are God\'s master piece.Well done mi amigo. I really enjoyed reading
June 5th, 2025 04:14
David Wakeling said:
This is quite a beautiful tribute to the humble tree.Trees really are God\'s master piece.Well done mi amigo. I really enjoyed reading
June 5th, 2025 04:14
the wind speaks
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words arqios.
Andy
https://youtu.be/ByqYEzugleE?si=8M0KGNd3frOP9kM-
June 5th, 2025 01:28
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words arqios.
Andy
https://youtu.be/ByqYEzugleE?si=8M0KGNd3frOP9kM-
June 5th, 2025 01:28
the wind speaks
Mottakeenur Rehman said:
Your poem flows like the wind itself—ethereal and haunting. The repetition weaves a hypnotic rhythm, mirroring the fleeting nature of memory and time. Beautifully melancholic and deeply resonant.
June 4th, 2025 11:35
Mottakeenur Rehman said:
Your poem flows like the wind itself—ethereal and haunting. The repetition weaves a hypnotic rhythm, mirroring the fleeting nature of memory and time. Beautifully melancholic and deeply resonant.
June 4th, 2025 11:35
the wind speaks
Soman Ragavan said:
We are led by the wind, carried by the wind, swept off our feet by the wind, forced into others\' lives by the wind, and in the end we are Gone With The Wind. For how long will our poems remain here ? Will they too not be gone some day ?... Thus, what will remain ? Bodies are turned to ashes in cremations, buried ones turn to dust, even bones. So, what remains ? Literary creations remain, for one thing. \"A book is the only immortality.\" From : Sam Phillips : “3000 Proverbs.” New Delhi : Goodwill Publishing House, c 2017. Full acknowledgements are made here to the author/s, publishers and rights-holders. ---Soman Ragavan.
June 4th, 2025 05:22
Soman Ragavan said:
We are led by the wind, carried by the wind, swept off our feet by the wind, forced into others\' lives by the wind, and in the end we are Gone With The Wind. For how long will our poems remain here ? Will they too not be gone some day ?... Thus, what will remain ? Bodies are turned to ashes in cremations, buried ones turn to dust, even bones. So, what remains ? Literary creations remain, for one thing. \"A book is the only immortality.\" From : Sam Phillips : “3000 Proverbs.” New Delhi : Goodwill Publishing House, c 2017. Full acknowledgements are made here to the author/s, publishers and rights-holders. ---Soman Ragavan.
June 4th, 2025 05:22
the wind speaks
David Wakeling said:
There is a sense here of the power of communing and communicating with nature.The wind in particular.For me there seems a deep desire to find meaning beyond what we see in the mirror. The past is not able to supply meaning but the present has the Wind and it speaks. A wonderful existential journey..I really enjoyed reading
June 4th, 2025 04:23
David Wakeling said:
There is a sense here of the power of communing and communicating with nature.The wind in particular.For me there seems a deep desire to find meaning beyond what we see in the mirror. The past is not able to supply meaning but the present has the Wind and it speaks. A wonderful existential journey..I really enjoyed reading
June 4th, 2025 04:23
the wind speaks
sorenbarrett said:
I do not know what this form is called but it\'s rotating repetition in this poem is haunting and most effective. A fave
June 4th, 2025 04:22
sorenbarrett said:
I do not know what this form is called but it\'s rotating repetition in this poem is haunting and most effective. A fave
June 4th, 2025 04:22
...in darkened silence
Goldfinch60 said:
Every day we arise arqios is a good day.
Andy
June 4th, 2025 01:12
Goldfinch60 said:
Every day we arise arqios is a good day.
Andy
June 4th, 2025 01:12
unrelenting horizon
Kevin Hulme said:
Not sure what makes more sense: The Dreams or Reality. Nicely summed up.
June 3rd, 2025 18:53
Kevin Hulme said:
Not sure what makes more sense: The Dreams or Reality. Nicely summed up.
June 3rd, 2025 18:53
...in darkened silence
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Peace is a precious thing to possess. A wonderful and mystical poem, my friend. Love this. 🌹👏
June 3rd, 2025 14:44
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Peace is a precious thing to possess. A wonderful and mystical poem, my friend. Love this. 🌹👏
June 3rd, 2025 14:44
printed word
Poetic Licence said:
I enjoyed this read, I am useless on a computer, I still write the same way as a child, pen and paper, then speak into computer. That azerty was a heavy beast to carry around
June 3rd, 2025 10:54
Poetic Licence said:
I enjoyed this read, I am useless on a computer, I still write the same way as a child, pen and paper, then speak into computer. That azerty was a heavy beast to carry around
June 3rd, 2025 10:54
roaring tides
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write of the power of nature and some learning for me as well , two birds with one stone, enjoyed the read
June 3rd, 2025 10:48
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write of the power of nature and some learning for me as well , two birds with one stone, enjoyed the read
June 3rd, 2025 10:48
...in darkened silence
David Wakeling said:
Seeking peace is a wonderful goal. This poem made me think.Well done
June 3rd, 2025 04:10
David Wakeling said:
Seeking peace is a wonderful goal. This poem made me think.Well done
June 3rd, 2025 04:10
...in darkened silence
Poetic Licence said:
Thank you for an interesting and enjoyable read and brightening up my day
June 3rd, 2025 03:05
Poetic Licence said:
Thank you for an interesting and enjoyable read and brightening up my day
June 3rd, 2025 03:05
unrelenting horizon
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words about life\'s monotony arqios.
Andy
June 3rd, 2025 01:47
Goldfinch60 said:
Fine words about life\'s monotony arqios.
Andy
June 3rd, 2025 01:47
unrelenting horizon
Soman Ragavan said:
The horizon is typical of illusions that surround us. You keep going towards the horizon and it keeps moving away from you. You keep going and finally, having gone round, you will find yourself at the starting point… Hello, this resembles real life…
The sun gives life, it also gives death. “We forget what we were chasing…” Happens in human life. Quite often we chase illusions, like that horizon… It is a beautiful scene, whether on land or on the sea…
The sun rules during the day, then disappears. The moon and the stars take over. Poets capture the wonders of nature.
“the quiet surrender” : it is surrender to the sun (think sunrise or sunset) or romantic surrender to the moon or the stars…
“unbroken loop…” : the loop that has been going on since time immemorial, captured by poetic eyes.
“the ceaseless chase…” : throughout life we are chasing after things, after dreams…
We will notice how poets capture the philosophy of life, of what goes on around us and that escapes the attention of others.
“The poet\'s task is to reveal life at its most intense; to do this he must seize on the essence of a thing, his eye must catch the significant detail, and reveal it by the significant word. He perceives what ordinary men do not perceive….”-- S. H. Burton : \"THE CRITICISM OF POETRY.\" London : Longman Group Ltd., 1950. (2nd Edition, 1974). Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
Soman Ragavan. 3 June 2025
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June 2nd, 2025 21:16
Soman Ragavan said:
The horizon is typical of illusions that surround us. You keep going towards the horizon and it keeps moving away from you. You keep going and finally, having gone round, you will find yourself at the starting point… Hello, this resembles real life…
The sun gives life, it also gives death. “We forget what we were chasing…” Happens in human life. Quite often we chase illusions, like that horizon… It is a beautiful scene, whether on land or on the sea…
The sun rules during the day, then disappears. The moon and the stars take over. Poets capture the wonders of nature.
“the quiet surrender” : it is surrender to the sun (think sunrise or sunset) or romantic surrender to the moon or the stars…
“unbroken loop…” : the loop that has been going on since time immemorial, captured by poetic eyes.
“the ceaseless chase…” : throughout life we are chasing after things, after dreams…
We will notice how poets capture the philosophy of life, of what goes on around us and that escapes the attention of others.
“The poet\'s task is to reveal life at its most intense; to do this he must seize on the essence of a thing, his eye must catch the significant detail, and reveal it by the significant word. He perceives what ordinary men do not perceive….”-- S. H. Burton : \"THE CRITICISM OF POETRY.\" London : Longman Group Ltd., 1950. (2nd Edition, 1974). Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
Soman Ragavan. 3 June 2025
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June 2nd, 2025 21:16
unrelenting horizon
Mottakeenur Rehman said:
Beautiful....masterfully captures the weight of daily existence, where dreams dissolve into relentless routine.
June 2nd, 2025 14:04
Mottakeenur Rehman said:
Beautiful....masterfully captures the weight of daily existence, where dreams dissolve into relentless routine.
June 2nd, 2025 14:04
what we\'ll always be
Keeter C said:
What I thought would always be is no more. Nicely written.
June 2nd, 2025 09:48
Keeter C said:
What I thought would always be is no more. Nicely written.
June 2nd, 2025 09:48
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