Comments received on poems by arqios



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

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

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

consolation in the kitchen
Goldfinch60 said:

May your toast always be buttered Rik.

Andy

October 19th, 2025 01:43

consolation in the kitchen
orchidee said:

Good write A.

October 18th, 2025 12:48

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

drinking hemlock
Friendship said:

Well written,

October 17th, 2025 05:30

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

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

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

but words keep rising...
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

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

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

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

the wonder of self-emptying
NafisaSB said:

yes, if you empty a place, you are in fact making space for another to enter and fill the void
well explained

October 14th, 2025 23:46

_ underscore _
sorenbarrett said:

To me when I see an underscore it jumps out screaming \"read me\" it glows with importance. It says there is something to be noted here. Am I amiss? This contradiction in quiet for what I see loud, what is half said I see as fully noted, the subtle to me as if bold print. Is there a message in this too a poem not finished indeed. Loved this one cryptic puzzle as if it was all underscored.

October 14th, 2025 08:50

_ underscore _
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Arqios, this is breathtaking craftsmanship____the underscore____as symbol, seam, and silence all at once. It’s linguistic choreography…restraint elevated to revelation. Stunning, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

October 14th, 2025 08:22

_ underscore _
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
Priya Tomar said:

So great !
A fave....

October 13th, 2025 13:13

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

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

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



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