Comments received on poems by arqios
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orchidee said:
__Good__write__A__. Notice the use of the underscore there. lol. I\'m in debate with a poet over ellipses. Should it be two dots (..) or three dots (...)? It\'s a matter of major importance - we shouldn\'t be wasting dots, if two dots is the correct format. lol.__ __ __ __ No need to go mad over underscores, though it\'s probably the highlight of your week, Fido says to me! lol.
October 14th, 2025 08:11
orchidee said:
__Good__write__A__. Notice the use of the underscore there. lol. I\'m in debate with a poet over ellipses. Should it be two dots (..) or three dots (...)? It\'s a matter of major importance - we shouldn\'t be wasting dots, if two dots is the correct format. lol.__ __ __ __ No need to go mad over underscores, though it\'s probably the highlight of your week, Fido says to me! lol.
October 14th, 2025 08:11
gather your fragments
Bella Shepard said:
\"gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost\", a reminder that we are stewards of this world, that nothing be wasted or squandered, for all that we are fortunate enough to have is precious. A beautiful lesson, told beautifully in this exquisite poem. Everything to love here!
October 13th, 2025 11:33
Bella Shepard said:
\"gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost\", a reminder that we are stewards of this world, that nothing be wasted or squandered, for all that we are fortunate enough to have is precious. A beautiful lesson, told beautifully in this exquisite poem. Everything to love here!
October 13th, 2025 11:33
gather your fragments
orchidee said:
Good write A. Some spiritual things here too - cues for more hymn-poems from me? Yes, as long as I don\'t sing/screech \'em, they say! lol.
October 13th, 2025 10:26
orchidee said:
Good write A. Some spiritual things here too - cues for more hymn-poems from me? Yes, as long as I don\'t sing/screech \'em, they say! lol.
October 13th, 2025 10:26
gather your fragments
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friend, this is sacred in its quiet…a prayer stitched in fragments. The tenderness of “crumbs becoming abundance” stopped me cold. Hope and loss braided perfectly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 13th, 2025 09:42
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friend, this is sacred in its quiet…a prayer stitched in fragments. The tenderness of “crumbs becoming abundance” stopped me cold. Hope and loss braided perfectly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 13th, 2025 09:42
gather your fragments
sorenbarrett said:
Matthew 10:29-31, which states: \"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father\'s will.\" comes to mind. A wonderful write Cryptic that speaks of the importance of everything and how they are linked to nature\'s memory in that one thing can not happen without affecting something else. Loved it
October 13th, 2025 07:23
sorenbarrett said:
Matthew 10:29-31, which states: \"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father\'s will.\" comes to mind. A wonderful write Cryptic that speaks of the importance of everything and how they are linked to nature\'s memory in that one thing can not happen without affecting something else. Loved it
October 13th, 2025 07:23
skylight morning
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Rik, yes that light will always return in our lives.
October 13th, 2025 00:59
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Rik, yes that light will always return in our lives.
October 13th, 2025 00:59
skylight morning
rebellion_in_sanity said:
Just loved it. Of course it had be a fave too. Please do keep writing like this more and more
October 12th, 2025 07:54
rebellion_in_sanity said:
Just loved it. Of course it had be a fave too. Please do keep writing like this more and more
October 12th, 2025 07:54
skylight morning
sorenbarrett said:
Another lovely write Cryptic. I love your metaphors they weave an allegory simple to understand. This one speaks to me of nature\'s language that we in our arrogance overlook and pretend not to understand. The simplicity of nature ignored feeling somehow we are superior and only the hidden and enigmatic is worthy of our exploration.
October 12th, 2025 06:16
sorenbarrett said:
Another lovely write Cryptic. I love your metaphors they weave an allegory simple to understand. This one speaks to me of nature\'s language that we in our arrogance overlook and pretend not to understand. The simplicity of nature ignored feeling somehow we are superior and only the hidden and enigmatic is worthy of our exploration.
October 12th, 2025 06:16
thoughts on world homeless day (October 10)
Goldfinch60 said:
Very emotive words Rik, nobody should be homeless.
Andy
October 12th, 2025 01:11
Goldfinch60 said:
Very emotive words Rik, nobody should be homeless.
Andy
October 12th, 2025 01:11
thoughts on world homeless day (October 10)
Doggerel Dave said:
The above have beaten me to the draw. Experienced (past tense) both homelessness and loneliness - soul destroying conditions which are so ably sketched in your piece, Rik.
October 11th, 2025 16:08
Doggerel Dave said:
The above have beaten me to the draw. Experienced (past tense) both homelessness and loneliness - soul destroying conditions which are so ably sketched in your piece, Rik.
October 11th, 2025 16:08
thoughts on world homeless day (October 10)
orchidee said:
Good write A. I said to KP \'Dunno why you feel like you are homeless; I put carpet in your kennel; what more do ya want?! \' lol.
October 11th, 2025 13:06
orchidee said:
Good write A. I said to KP \'Dunno why you feel like you are homeless; I put carpet in your kennel; what more do ya want?! \' lol.
October 11th, 2025 13:06
thoughts on world homeless day (October 10)
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Honestly, on of my faves of yours. My friend, this is haunting and humane...the kind of poem that breathes empathy. From diesel nights to marble emptiness, you’ve written what it truly means to survive and still seek warmth. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Fantastic poem!
October 11th, 2025 08:30
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Honestly, on of my faves of yours. My friend, this is haunting and humane...the kind of poem that breathes empathy. From diesel nights to marble emptiness, you’ve written what it truly means to survive and still seek warmth. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Fantastic poem!
October 11th, 2025 08:30
the wonder of self-emptying
NafisaSB said:
yes, emptying is making space for something else, which may be bigger, better and ore beneficial too
October 11th, 2025 06:36
NafisaSB said:
yes, emptying is making space for something else, which may be bigger, better and ore beneficial too
October 11th, 2025 06:36
a hearth gone cold
NafisaSB said:
a sad story - told well - nowadays the blaze is more in the battlefields than at home - the hearth is indeed cold, and so are the hearts - and all that remains are memories
October 11th, 2025 06:34
NafisaSB said:
a sad story - told well - nowadays the blaze is more in the battlefields than at home - the hearth is indeed cold, and so are the hearts - and all that remains are memories
October 11th, 2025 06:34
thoughts on world homeless day (October 10)
Paul Bell said:
Indoors or outdoors, they both have their challenges, if you\'re alone.
No one lives on the streets by choice, and anyone in today\'s climate can probably testify to that.
I think in this poem you\'re alluding to breakup, and that\'s another lonely journey.
October 11th, 2025 06:05
Paul Bell said:
Indoors or outdoors, they both have their challenges, if you\'re alone.
No one lives on the streets by choice, and anyone in today\'s climate can probably testify to that.
I think in this poem you\'re alluding to breakup, and that\'s another lonely journey.
October 11th, 2025 06:05
thoughts on world homeless day (October 10)
sorenbarrett said:
This poem speaks with words that echo off barren walls, it touches cold stone hearts and shivers in a lonely night of abandon. It gathers a thin blanket of self around a shivering body and aches from bone against hard ground. I can hear the wind of loneliness whistling through dark allies of memory looking in on lit windows of the past. It is stark and empty with no destination and the hopeless resolve to live one moment to the next. A nicely crafted piece Cryptic
October 11th, 2025 05:17
sorenbarrett said:
This poem speaks with words that echo off barren walls, it touches cold stone hearts and shivers in a lonely night of abandon. It gathers a thin blanket of self around a shivering body and aches from bone against hard ground. I can hear the wind of loneliness whistling through dark allies of memory looking in on lit windows of the past. It is stark and empty with no destination and the hopeless resolve to live one moment to the next. A nicely crafted piece Cryptic
October 11th, 2025 05:17
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Goldfinch60 said:
Silence can be so loud within one\'s mind Rik.
Andy
October 11th, 2025 01:49
Goldfinch60 said:
Silence can be so loud within one\'s mind Rik.
Andy
October 11th, 2025 01:49
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Poetic Licence said:
I understand the essence of this write, many of my own conversations are held in silence, my emotions and memories awaken in silence to the point that sometimes that silence becomes deafening. I enjoyed the read
October 10th, 2025 15:51
Poetic Licence said:
I understand the essence of this write, many of my own conversations are held in silence, my emotions and memories awaken in silence to the point that sometimes that silence becomes deafening. I enjoyed the read
October 10th, 2025 15:51
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Friendship said:
Well written, your poem explores themes of presence and absence, the passage of time, and the anticipation of renewal. It conveys a sense of stillness and reflection, capturing a moment where life seems to pause, allowing for introspection. The imagery of chairs remembering their occupants and dust rehearsing its descent suggests a connection to the past, while the notion of the air waiting hints at the possibility of something new emerging.
October 10th, 2025 14:04
Friendship said:
Well written, your poem explores themes of presence and absence, the passage of time, and the anticipation of renewal. It conveys a sense of stillness and reflection, capturing a moment where life seems to pause, allowing for introspection. The imagery of chairs remembering their occupants and dust rehearsing its descent suggests a connection to the past, while the notion of the air waiting hints at the possibility of something new emerging.
October 10th, 2025 14:04
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sorenbarrett said:
So much said in silence not always in sound but silence of action as well that pause and frozen moment in time when all seems to stop. It is here that feeling begins and in music it says as much as does the sound itself. In this moment of thought visions, memories of past and expectations for the future rush and play an unheard symphony in the mind of expectation. Another lovely piece that I must say deserves a fave
October 10th, 2025 04:19
sorenbarrett said:
So much said in silence not always in sound but silence of action as well that pause and frozen moment in time when all seems to stop. It is here that feeling begins and in music it says as much as does the sound itself. In this moment of thought visions, memories of past and expectations for the future rush and play an unheard symphony in the mind of expectation. Another lovely piece that I must say deserves a fave
October 10th, 2025 04:19
the wonder of self-emptying
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is quietly transcendent…emptiness redefined as invitation. You’ve written stillness that listens. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 9th, 2025 19:59
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is quietly transcendent…emptiness redefined as invitation. You’ve written stillness that listens. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 9th, 2025 19:59
the wonder of self-emptying
orchidee said:
I got poured out like a cuppa tea! lol. Doh! Wasn\'t anything in my brain/mind to empty to begin with. lol.
October 9th, 2025 09:22
orchidee said:
I got poured out like a cuppa tea! lol. Doh! Wasn\'t anything in my brain/mind to empty to begin with. lol.
October 9th, 2025 09:22
the wonder of self-emptying
sorenbarrett said:
This is Buddhist roots in Taoism like. It speaks to the void and there is the importance and value of an object. It is not the pot that has utility but the space within. It is not the spoke of the wheel but the space between them. Cryptic you have made the old new in this poem and created a new dimension of it in the listening ear. In emptying the brain one makes room for what is of value. Cleaning out my garage makes room for my car. One must decide what is of greatest value to keep inside. An overstocked mind can not make room for new information even if it is the truth. A wonderful and wise write
October 9th, 2025 06:41
sorenbarrett said:
This is Buddhist roots in Taoism like. It speaks to the void and there is the importance and value of an object. It is not the pot that has utility but the space within. It is not the spoke of the wheel but the space between them. Cryptic you have made the old new in this poem and created a new dimension of it in the listening ear. In emptying the brain one makes room for what is of value. Cleaning out my garage makes room for my car. One must decide what is of greatest value to keep inside. An overstocked mind can not make room for new information even if it is the truth. A wonderful and wise write
October 9th, 2025 06:41
interlude
Goldfinch60 said:
Those blooms must be savoured Rik even if they do not last long. They show that there is good in this world.
Andy
October 9th, 2025 01:15
Goldfinch60 said:
Those blooms must be savoured Rik even if they do not last long. They show that there is good in this world.
Andy
October 9th, 2025 01:15
interlude
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this spoke to me deeply...the way beauty insists on existing even as life returns to its noise. Beautiful job, Rik! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 8th, 2025 14:33
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this spoke to me deeply...the way beauty insists on existing even as life returns to its noise. Beautiful job, Rik! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 8th, 2025 14:33
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