Comments received on poems by arqios
weapons of mass distraction
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of warning that calls out on frayed wires to listeners that have put down the phone engaged in playing video games and watching tic tock. No one listens to the prophets or poets, eccentric or boring in a world of conformity, propaganda and action films. Well said Cryptic
October 21st, 2025 06:37
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of warning that calls out on frayed wires to listeners that have put down the phone engaged in playing video games and watching tic tock. No one listens to the prophets or poets, eccentric or boring in a world of conformity, propaganda and action films. Well said Cryptic
October 21st, 2025 06:37
dance in the wake
Salvia.S said:
This is a beautifully poignant poem—elegant and mournful, yet full of movement and quiet resilience. It captures the complexity of grief with grace, showing how loss and life can coexist like currents in a river. Very well written!!!
October 20th, 2025 11:05
Salvia.S said:
This is a beautifully poignant poem—elegant and mournful, yet full of movement and quiet resilience. It captures the complexity of grief with grace, showing how loss and life can coexist like currents in a river. Very well written!!!
October 20th, 2025 11:05
dance in the wake
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is breathtaking…grief and grace woven together until they’re indistinguishable. The river’s voice feels alive…haunted but unbroken. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 20th, 2025 10:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is breathtaking…grief and grace woven together until they’re indistinguishable. The river’s voice feels alive…haunted but unbroken. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 20th, 2025 10:55
dance in the wake
sorenbarrett said:
I have to say Cryptic you have a way with words and images to paint a metaphor that runs deep as the river at times murky like the river but clearing here and there to reveal the truth of such words and metaphor. It often winds and slows and speeds but always heads to the sea of meaning.
October 20th, 2025 07:51
sorenbarrett said:
I have to say Cryptic you have a way with words and images to paint a metaphor that runs deep as the river at times murky like the river but clearing here and there to reveal the truth of such words and metaphor. It often winds and slows and speeds but always heads to the sea of meaning.
October 20th, 2025 07:51
respectable
Goldfinch60 said:
Respect seems to have flown from our worlds Rik.
Andy
October 20th, 2025 02:13
Goldfinch60 said:
Respect seems to have flown from our worlds Rik.
Andy
October 20th, 2025 02:13
consolation in the kitchen
Friendship said:
This is a heartfelt poem. The poem uses the act of buttering toast as a powerful reminder to cherish life\'s precious moments while navigating the inevitability of loss and change, inspiring us to find strength, comfort, and hope in the bittersweet journey of existence.
October 19th, 2025 05:54
Friendship said:
This is a heartfelt poem. The poem uses the act of buttering toast as a powerful reminder to cherish life\'s precious moments while navigating the inevitability of loss and change, inspiring us to find strength, comfort, and hope in the bittersweet journey of existence.
October 19th, 2025 05:54
respectable
Friendship said:
Well written, the poem “Respectable” explores the complexities of self-identity and the ways in which love and desire can influence our perception of ourselves. It raises questions about authenticity versus the roles we play based on the expectations and desires of others.
October 19th, 2025 05:39
Friendship said:
Well written, the poem “Respectable” explores the complexities of self-identity and the ways in which love and desire can influence our perception of ourselves. It raises questions about authenticity versus the roles we play based on the expectations and desires of others.
October 19th, 2025 05:39
respectable
sorenbarrett said:
What a great topic Cryptic. I always viewed respectability as a zero sum game where no matter what you do you are only as good as the last thing you do and furthermore any bad perceived takes away something that can never be retrieved for the viewer never forgets and never forgives. Time becomes the enemy of the respected. With time the uncovering of past acts rusts the image of even the most respected for we are all human and error. Loved it and the provocation of thought that it inspired.
October 19th, 2025 05:03
sorenbarrett said:
What a great topic Cryptic. I always viewed respectability as a zero sum game where no matter what you do you are only as good as the last thing you do and furthermore any bad perceived takes away something that can never be retrieved for the viewer never forgets and never forgives. Time becomes the enemy of the respected. With time the uncovering of past acts rusts the image of even the most respected for we are all human and error. Loved it and the provocation of thought that it inspired.
October 19th, 2025 05:03
consolation in the kitchen
Goldfinch60 said:
May your toast always be buttered Rik.
Andy
October 19th, 2025 01:43
Goldfinch60 said:
May your toast always be buttered Rik.
Andy
October 19th, 2025 01:43
consolation in the kitchen
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this poem glows from the inside out. The everyday turned sacred, the ordinary act made eternal. You buttered existence itself and called it truth. Masterful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 18th, 2025 08:09
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this poem glows from the inside out. The everyday turned sacred, the ordinary act made eternal. You buttered existence itself and called it truth. Masterful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 18th, 2025 08:09
consolation in the kitchen
sorenbarrett said:
Deeply philosophical as well as poetic the two merge in this poem. The cutting edge reflective beams light or knowledge on the crust of surface. Man always strives to understand and accomplish the impossible. How do we retain what we consume? Keep clean that, that we dirty. We fool ourselves thinking that we can save the planet as we ravish it not noticing tomorrow that it has grown smaller and doing the same all over.
October 18th, 2025 06:28
sorenbarrett said:
Deeply philosophical as well as poetic the two merge in this poem. The cutting edge reflective beams light or knowledge on the crust of surface. Man always strives to understand and accomplish the impossible. How do we retain what we consume? Keep clean that, that we dirty. We fool ourselves thinking that we can save the planet as we ravish it not noticing tomorrow that it has grown smaller and doing the same all over.
October 18th, 2025 06:28
drinking hemlock
Neville said:
So very many possibilities reside here .. at first I thought about Judas .. and then Socrates .. and then about poetry itself and how different poets have variously claimed to have approached their art .. I guess that one can only speak, or write for themself if the truth were known .. it\'s no secret why I try to tackle it .. write on brother Arqios .. Neville 👍😎👍
October 18th, 2025 03:55
Neville said:
So very many possibilities reside here .. at first I thought about Judas .. and then Socrates .. and then about poetry itself and how different poets have variously claimed to have approached their art .. I guess that one can only speak, or write for themself if the truth were known .. it\'s no secret why I try to tackle it .. write on brother Arqios .. Neville 👍😎👍
October 18th, 2025 03:55
drinking hemlock
Goldfinch60 said:
The speech of truth is the way to go Rik but so few in power know that way.
Andy
October 18th, 2025 01:46
Goldfinch60 said:
The speech of truth is the way to go Rik but so few in power know that way.
Andy
October 18th, 2025 01:46
drinking hemlock
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Et tu Socrates? 🤣 This one speaks from the gallows of creation...where words cost blood and silence demands more. A stunning meditation on truth and surrender. Well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 17th, 2025 10:48
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Et tu Socrates? 🤣 This one speaks from the gallows of creation...where words cost blood and silence demands more. A stunning meditation on truth and surrender. Well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 17th, 2025 10:48
beneath black tides
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this one breathes from the deep…myth and marrow intertwined. “Letters unmoored from their alphabet”...that line alone carries the whole ocean. You’ve written something primordial here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 17th, 2025 10:02
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this one breathes from the deep…myth and marrow intertwined. “Letters unmoored from their alphabet”...that line alone carries the whole ocean. You’ve written something primordial here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 17th, 2025 10:02
drinking hemlock
Poetic Licence said:
I am absolutely categorically on the imperfect side, I write exactly what comes out my head as I feel it, and it\'s always imperfect but has heart and meaning. If I waited or tried to obtain perfection, I would be silent forever, enjoyed the read
October 17th, 2025 09:51
Poetic Licence said:
I am absolutely categorically on the imperfect side, I write exactly what comes out my head as I feel it, and it\'s always imperfect but has heart and meaning. If I waited or tried to obtain perfection, I would be silent forever, enjoyed the read
October 17th, 2025 09:51
drinking hemlock
orchidee said:
Ohh, I\'ll have fizzy pop to drink or summat similar, thanks - not hemlock! lol. What\'s it taste like? Anyone survived to tell?
October 17th, 2025 09:15
orchidee said:
Ohh, I\'ll have fizzy pop to drink or summat similar, thanks - not hemlock! lol. What\'s it taste like? Anyone survived to tell?
October 17th, 2025 09:15
drinking hemlock
sorenbarrett said:
Such is the decision in poetry of writing. Some for fear of lack of perfection never write, some that write spend all their time rewriting, molding one perfect poem that never takes form, while yet others write whatever is in the heart as imperfect as it is. Better to know the imperfect than nothing at all. Nicely done my friend.
October 17th, 2025 05:22
sorenbarrett said:
Such is the decision in poetry of writing. Some for fear of lack of perfection never write, some that write spend all their time rewriting, molding one perfect poem that never takes form, while yet others write whatever is in the heart as imperfect as it is. Better to know the imperfect than nothing at all. Nicely done my friend.
October 17th, 2025 05:22
beneath black tides
Goldfinch60 said:
That rumour of light is only a rumour Rik as light will always be there for us all.
Andy
October 17th, 2025 01:44
Goldfinch60 said:
That rumour of light is only a rumour Rik as light will always be there for us all.
Andy
October 17th, 2025 01:44
beneath black tides
sorenbarrett said:
Lovecraft, world of warfare, magic what a mix my friend. Beautifully crafted it smells of the sea. Nicely done
October 16th, 2025 07:11
sorenbarrett said:
Lovecraft, world of warfare, magic what a mix my friend. Beautifully crafted it smells of the sea. Nicely done
October 16th, 2025 07:11
but words keep rising...
Goldfinch60 said:
Those words may be crossed out Rik but will always be remembered.
Andy
October 16th, 2025 01:49
Goldfinch60 said:
Those words may be crossed out Rik but will always be remembered.
Andy
October 16th, 2025 01:49
but words keep rising...
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is a quiet masterpiece…self-erasure turned confession. The spacing, the strikethroughs, the echo, the futility....all rendered with surgical precision and heart. You let silence speak.Brilliantly done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 15th, 2025 13:42
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is a quiet masterpiece…self-erasure turned confession. The spacing, the strikethroughs, the echo, the futility....all rendered with surgical precision and heart. You let silence speak.Brilliantly done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 15th, 2025 13:42
but words keep rising...
Bella Shepard said:
A place of plaguing thoughts, words always in the background, echoing, a feeling of unease that can never quite be quelled. This poem in its simplicity speaks volumes. So done my friend!
October 15th, 2025 12:43
Bella Shepard said:
A place of plaguing thoughts, words always in the background, echoing, a feeling of unease that can never quite be quelled. This poem in its simplicity speaks volumes. So done my friend!
October 15th, 2025 12:43
but words keep rising...
orchidee said:
Now we gotta argue over whether to strike-through once, still being able to view the word; or strike-through several times so that a word is annihilated! lol.
October 15th, 2025 10:15
orchidee said:
Now we gotta argue over whether to strike-through once, still being able to view the word; or strike-through several times so that a word is annihilated! lol.
October 15th, 2025 10:15
but words keep rising...
sorenbarrett said:
Can a word be taken back once uttered, a thought retracted from the mind once thought, a printed line erased or painted over? The door is open, the bird has flown and now to gather it back? Does a line through a word extract its meaning or draw attention to it? A line under intended notice given but a line through more notice still rooted in our rebellious and obstinate curious nature of wonder. Who wrote it and who struck it through? Nicely done Cryptic
October 15th, 2025 06:39
sorenbarrett said:
Can a word be taken back once uttered, a thought retracted from the mind once thought, a printed line erased or painted over? The door is open, the bird has flown and now to gather it back? Does a line through a word extract its meaning or draw attention to it? A line under intended notice given but a line through more notice still rooted in our rebellious and obstinate curious nature of wonder. Who wrote it and who struck it through? Nicely done Cryptic
October 15th, 2025 06:39
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