Comments received on poems by arqios
my only hymn
FrasMac said:
Ooft! That\'s a deep one, yet not so unfathomable as to be difficult to understand. You\'ve caught the desperate yearnings of the heart so very well. So much to admire in your writing!
November 20th, 2025 14:23
FrasMac said:
Ooft! That\'s a deep one, yet not so unfathomable as to be difficult to understand. You\'ve caught the desperate yearnings of the heart so very well. So much to admire in your writing!
November 20th, 2025 14:23
my only hymn
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is a slow descent through grief’s waterline…salt, spear, keel cracking, swallowed silence. It’s visceral, lyrical, and heartbreakingly grounded. Truly remarkable work and a fave, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 20th, 2025 12:11
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is a slow descent through grief’s waterline…salt, spear, keel cracking, swallowed silence. It’s visceral, lyrical, and heartbreakingly grounded. Truly remarkable work and a fave, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 20th, 2025 12:11
my only hymn
sorenbarrett said:
On seas of fortune where sirens entice and deceive the depths of dark tears are the only solace one receives. Dark and murky the words of this poem that sings not a hymn but a dirge or requiem. Lacrimosa how sweet your shadows. A most lovely write my friend and a fave
November 20th, 2025 06:43
sorenbarrett said:
On seas of fortune where sirens entice and deceive the depths of dark tears are the only solace one receives. Dark and murky the words of this poem that sings not a hymn but a dirge or requiem. Lacrimosa how sweet your shadows. A most lovely write my friend and a fave
November 20th, 2025 06:43
the road ahead
Goldfinch60 said:
In my long life I have found that you should never go back Rik it can be disappointing so always go forwards.
Andy
November 20th, 2025 03:05
Goldfinch60 said:
In my long life I have found that you should never go back Rik it can be disappointing so always go forwards.
Andy
November 20th, 2025 03:05
the road ahead
Doggerel Dave said:
You form depths of feeling and mood which I can visualise and know, then extract whole and complete.
Rare creation. Thanks Rik.
November 19th, 2025 22:24
Doggerel Dave said:
You form depths of feeling and mood which I can visualise and know, then extract whole and complete.
Rare creation. Thanks Rik.
November 19th, 2025 22:24
the road ahead
orchidee said:
A fine write A. Reminds me of part of a hymn, that goes something like: ...... \'so clearer light shall mark the road, That leads us to the Lamb [of God]\'
November 19th, 2025 12:01
orchidee said:
A fine write A. Reminds me of part of a hymn, that goes something like: ...... \'so clearer light shall mark the road, That leads us to the Lamb [of God]\'
November 19th, 2025 12:01
the road ahead
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this whole piece moves with quiet wisdom…loss, realism, soft-hearted longing, and that final flame you keep not to return but to see forward. It’s tender and grounded at the same time. Stunning work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 19th, 2025 09:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this whole piece moves with quiet wisdom…loss, realism, soft-hearted longing, and that final flame you keep not to return but to see forward. It’s tender and grounded at the same time. Stunning work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 19th, 2025 09:55
the road ahead
Katie B. said:
Absolutely beautiful! So very true. Language is rich and powerful. Spot on!!!
November 19th, 2025 09:09
Katie B. said:
Absolutely beautiful! So very true. Language is rich and powerful. Spot on!!!
November 19th, 2025 09:09
the road ahead
sorenbarrett said:
I have someone I know that always says never go backward only forward. He will walk an extra mile or more so as not to go back the way he came. A wonderful poem Cryptic so full of little wordings that raise past memories and make it nostalgic in some way. Loved it
November 19th, 2025 08:02
sorenbarrett said:
I have someone I know that always says never go backward only forward. He will walk an extra mile or more so as not to go back the way he came. A wonderful poem Cryptic so full of little wordings that raise past memories and make it nostalgic in some way. Loved it
November 19th, 2025 08:02
unhinged
DeadRose said:
NOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I ESCAPED THE BRAINROT
in all seriousness, its amazing how you turned the constant haunting chant into a beautiful poem about time. Mind you, I have a teacher who banned saying these two numbers in class.
unnecessary censorship in a CALCULUS THREE class about numbers...
November 18th, 2025 22:01
DeadRose said:
NOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I ESCAPED THE BRAINROT
in all seriousness, its amazing how you turned the constant haunting chant into a beautiful poem about time. Mind you, I have a teacher who banned saying these two numbers in class.
unnecessary censorship in a CALCULUS THREE class about numbers...
November 18th, 2025 22:01
hello poetry
Goldfinch60 said:
So many poems in our minds Rik, so little time to write them all down.
Andy
November 18th, 2025 02:25
Goldfinch60 said:
So many poems in our minds Rik, so little time to write them all down.
Andy
November 18th, 2025 02:25
hello poetry
Kevin Hulme said:
When the Poem starts coming together you are like Victor Frankenstein: \'Its Alive! Alive!
November 17th, 2025 20:57
Kevin Hulme said:
When the Poem starts coming together you are like Victor Frankenstein: \'Its Alive! Alive!
November 17th, 2025 20:57
hello poetry
FrasMac said:
Now I find this poem reaches into my lungsand produces a gasp, almost like Ted Hughes\' \"Thought Fox\" did the first time I read it. Super writing, thank you!
November 17th, 2025 14:45
FrasMac said:
Now I find this poem reaches into my lungsand produces a gasp, almost like Ted Hughes\' \"Thought Fox\" did the first time I read it. Super writing, thank you!
November 17th, 2025 14:45
hello poetry
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this moves with such reverence…ink as breath, pauses as doorways, a poem slipping into the chest instead of announcing itself. You wrote the inner life of creation with real grace. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 17th, 2025 13:35
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this moves with such reverence…ink as breath, pauses as doorways, a poem slipping into the chest instead of announcing itself. You wrote the inner life of creation with real grace. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 17th, 2025 13:35
in the kitchen drawer
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this whole piece moves with such controlled intimacy...the weight, the slow descent, the breath of the bottle, the warm cork in hand. You turned a simple act into a quiet revelation. Loved this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 17th, 2025 11:29
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this whole piece moves with such controlled intimacy...the weight, the slow descent, the breath of the bottle, the warm cork in hand. You turned a simple act into a quiet revelation. Loved this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 17th, 2025 11:29
hello poetry
sorenbarrett said:
Poetic thoughts put to ink. I find may a poem breaks in through a closed window or door forgotten unlocked to find it sitting on my bed or in my shower. Startling me out of what would be a quiet day and ordering me to the laptop. Seldom do they come whole but in handicapped form, some without feet, body or heart. A wonderful write my friend.
November 17th, 2025 10:53
sorenbarrett said:
Poetic thoughts put to ink. I find may a poem breaks in through a closed window or door forgotten unlocked to find it sitting on my bed or in my shower. Startling me out of what would be a quiet day and ordering me to the laptop. Seldom do they come whole but in handicapped form, some without feet, body or heart. A wonderful write my friend.
November 17th, 2025 10:53
hello poetry
Paul Bell said:
It sure does, and when it\'s down and the page is a picture, all is good.
It\'s when you\'re in company and the thoughts come through, what do you do.
November 17th, 2025 06:35
Paul Bell said:
It sure does, and when it\'s down and the page is a picture, all is good.
It\'s when you\'re in company and the thoughts come through, what do you do.
November 17th, 2025 06:35
hello poetry
orchidee said:
A fine write A. it\'s my saying again \'I never knew there was so much to (x), but I know now!\' and in this case \'x\' being \'writing a poem!\' Glad you rustled those pages and got your quill out to write. Quill? Well, I am millions of years old, with Goldfinch too, so I say. heehee. He won\'t be insulted by saying we\'re both very old.
November 17th, 2025 05:35
orchidee said:
A fine write A. it\'s my saying again \'I never knew there was so much to (x), but I know now!\' and in this case \'x\' being \'writing a poem!\' Glad you rustled those pages and got your quill out to write. Quill? Well, I am millions of years old, with Goldfinch too, so I say. heehee. He won\'t be insulted by saying we\'re both very old.
November 17th, 2025 05:35
in the kitchen drawer
Goldfinch60 said:
Cheers and good health to you Rik, mine is a Rioja.
Andy
November 17th, 2025 02:18
Goldfinch60 said:
Cheers and good health to you Rik, mine is a Rioja.
Andy
November 17th, 2025 02:18
in the kitchen drawer
Paul Bell said:
It may start with the corkscrew, but that\'s only the beginning of the sensual journey the couple hopefully take.
Now, is it red or white.
November 16th, 2025 09:58
Paul Bell said:
It may start with the corkscrew, but that\'s only the beginning of the sensual journey the couple hopefully take.
Now, is it red or white.
November 16th, 2025 09:58
in the kitchen drawer
sorenbarrett said:
Inviting and alive this poem in its literal sense brings anticipation to the tongue. But I in my constant wandering metaphor mind sense another perfume and aroma. This very well might be a very sensuous and even sexual poem of seduction and coitus but I think it could also be more. The tool of penetration of a corked bottle that holds treasure in the body of a mind. To extract the cork it must be not direct but convoluted twisting its way in opening the mind to the vintage of years and giving air to its vintage, allowing it to be partaken by those around it. Sorry Cryptic for such a twisted view of a cork screw.
November 16th, 2025 06:51
sorenbarrett said:
Inviting and alive this poem in its literal sense brings anticipation to the tongue. But I in my constant wandering metaphor mind sense another perfume and aroma. This very well might be a very sensuous and even sexual poem of seduction and coitus but I think it could also be more. The tool of penetration of a corked bottle that holds treasure in the body of a mind. To extract the cork it must be not direct but convoluted twisting its way in opening the mind to the vintage of years and giving air to its vintage, allowing it to be partaken by those around it. Sorry Cryptic for such a twisted view of a cork screw.
November 16th, 2025 06:51
random inaccess
Goldfinch60 said:
Very emotive words Rik showing the differences in our lives but I am sure the way we are goingn will lead to good times.
Andy
November 16th, 2025 02:48
Goldfinch60 said:
Very emotive words Rik showing the differences in our lives but I am sure the way we are goingn will lead to good times.
Andy
November 16th, 2025 02:48
random inaccess
Bella Shepard said:
You describe in wonderful detail the toll that the ravages of time gradually take upon the human body and mind. Poignant and perfect!
November 15th, 2025 11:56
Bella Shepard said:
You describe in wonderful detail the toll that the ravages of time gradually take upon the human body and mind. Poignant and perfect!
November 15th, 2025 11:56
unhinged
NafisaSB said:
More to live for too- don’t forget that the future is waiting with open arms - there is always something interesting and compelling about each day that dawns
November 15th, 2025 11:06
NafisaSB said:
More to live for too- don’t forget that the future is waiting with open arms - there is always something interesting and compelling about each day that dawns
November 15th, 2025 11:06
random inaccess
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, the whole piece breathes like someone moving through exile inside their own mind…your imagery carries a soft grief that lingers long after the read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 15th, 2025 08:09
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, the whole piece breathes like someone moving through exile inside their own mind…your imagery carries a soft grief that lingers long after the read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 15th, 2025 08:09
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