Comments received on poems by arqios
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
interlude
sorenbarrett said:
The images created in this poem grab attention to a moment in time while the introduction of color amidst decay shows the cycle and balance of life. A magnificent portrayal of entropy punctuated with the phoenix like rebirth from ashes only to fall in flames again. Very nicely done Cryptic
October 8th, 2025 05:47
sorenbarrett said:
The images created in this poem grab attention to a moment in time while the introduction of color amidst decay shows the cycle and balance of life. A magnificent portrayal of entropy punctuated with the phoenix like rebirth from ashes only to fall in flames again. Very nicely done Cryptic
October 8th, 2025 05:47
a hearth gone cold
Goldfinch60 said:
That heat and light will always come back to you Rik.
Andy
October 8th, 2025 01:07
Goldfinch60 said:
That heat and light will always come back to you Rik.
Andy
October 8th, 2025 01:07
a hearth gone cold
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this breathes with quiet grief...the fire gone, yet its ghost still warming the stones. You’ve written the language of loss in embers and silence. Powerfully penned! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 7th, 2025 07:51
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this breathes with quiet grief...the fire gone, yet its ghost still warming the stones. You’ve written the language of loss in embers and silence. Powerfully penned! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 7th, 2025 07:51
a hearth gone cold
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic you have a knack of infusing deep feeling into your images. This poem in its consistency of metaphor leaves a feeling of melancholy, a sadness that builds through the poem and lingers after it is finished just as the heat lingers after the fire has gone out. A absolutely masterful write and a fave
October 7th, 2025 05:15
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic you have a knack of infusing deep feeling into your images. This poem in its consistency of metaphor leaves a feeling of melancholy, a sadness that builds through the poem and lingers after it is finished just as the heat lingers after the fire has gone out. A absolutely masterful write and a fave
October 7th, 2025 05:15
Vincent
NafisaSB said:
it is interesting to see what inspired the painter/artist and one may or may not be able to catch the true reason it resonated though..it\'s worth thinking about
October 7th, 2025 03:09
NafisaSB said:
it is interesting to see what inspired the painter/artist and one may or may not be able to catch the true reason it resonated though..it\'s worth thinking about
October 7th, 2025 03:09
when roses were too much
RSM0812 said:
This poem reminds me of false hope. Kinda like a casino sometimes. Its fragrance was written with beauty and proffessionalism.
October 6th, 2025 20:23
RSM0812 said:
This poem reminds me of false hope. Kinda like a casino sometimes. Its fragrance was written with beauty and proffessionalism.
October 6th, 2025 20:23
contagion of kindness
RSM0812 said:
This is vivid and beautiful. Post pandemic. Im sure a lot of people can relate. I thouroughly enjoyed this read. Thank you for writing it.
October 6th, 2025 20:17
RSM0812 said:
This is vivid and beautiful. Post pandemic. Im sure a lot of people can relate. I thouroughly enjoyed this read. Thank you for writing it.
October 6th, 2025 20:17
the unfinished kiss
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this reminds me how some moments never end…they just keep returning like tides in dreams. You captured that perfectly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 6th, 2025 11:53
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this reminds me how some moments never end…they just keep returning like tides in dreams. You captured that perfectly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 6th, 2025 11:53
the unfinished kiss
orchidee said:
Good write A. Yes, KP\'s mouth opening and closing like a trout. I dread the next kiss from her - and the next one, and the next one..... lol.
October 6th, 2025 11:16
orchidee said:
Good write A. Yes, KP\'s mouth opening and closing like a trout. I dread the next kiss from her - and the next one, and the next one..... lol.
October 6th, 2025 11:16
the unfinished kiss
2781 said:
Personally, now that I have lost my teeth, can I say, glory days?
October 6th, 2025 09:13
2781 said:
Personally, now that I have lost my teeth, can I say, glory days?
October 6th, 2025 09:13
the unfinished kiss
sorenbarrett said:
A lovely ethereal feel to this poem that leaves an unfinished but touching and lingering feeling of longing. It speaks feelings not able to be put in words.
October 6th, 2025 05:55
sorenbarrett said:
A lovely ethereal feel to this poem that leaves an unfinished but touching and lingering feeling of longing. It speaks feelings not able to be put in words.
October 6th, 2025 05:55
contagion of kindness
Goldfinch60 said:
Those sparks will always show us the way Rik.
Andy
October 6th, 2025 01:22
Goldfinch60 said:
Those sparks will always show us the way Rik.
Andy
October 6th, 2025 01:22
contagion of kindness
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this shines with quiet defiance…the venom, the cure, the enduring heart. You turned simplicity into light that lasts. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave from me. Love it. Hope you have a great day and all is well!
October 5th, 2025 08:00
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this shines with quiet defiance…the venom, the cure, the enduring heart. You turned simplicity into light that lasts. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave from me. Love it. Hope you have a great day and all is well!
October 5th, 2025 08:00
contagion of kindness
sorenbarrett said:
I love the rhyme and meter of this poem which fits so well around the message. Well done Cryptic
October 5th, 2025 05:11
sorenbarrett said:
I love the rhyme and meter of this poem which fits so well around the message. Well done Cryptic
October 5th, 2025 05:11
lights turned inward
Goldfinch60 said:
That light will always be there in you life Rik.
Andy
October 5th, 2025 01:19
Goldfinch60 said:
That light will always be there in you life Rik.
Andy
October 5th, 2025 01:19
lights turned inward
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is beautifully wrought. From polishing empty mirrors to carrying your own ember, you’ve turned silence into strength. Haunting and powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 4th, 2025 08:45
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is beautifully wrought. From polishing empty mirrors to carrying your own ember, you’ve turned silence into strength. Haunting and powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 4th, 2025 08:45
lights turned inward
sorenbarrett said:
Reflections that show no image are as useless as tits on a bore hog. To spend time polishing them another waste of time. This entire poem seems to speak of useless effort exacted where the light of knowledge is greedily kept from the servant. Masks that superficially smile but with no teeth to chew, no wonder words must be bent. Out of silent meditation some truth to light future fires. The fragility of glass comes to mind as well in this as well as its rigidity. Bowing to glass that does reflect is making oneself a god and to glass that does not reflect is bowing to a god that is not there. Nicely done Cryptic
October 4th, 2025 06:10
sorenbarrett said:
Reflections that show no image are as useless as tits on a bore hog. To spend time polishing them another waste of time. This entire poem seems to speak of useless effort exacted where the light of knowledge is greedily kept from the servant. Masks that superficially smile but with no teeth to chew, no wonder words must be bent. Out of silent meditation some truth to light future fires. The fragility of glass comes to mind as well in this as well as its rigidity. Bowing to glass that does reflect is making oneself a god and to glass that does not reflect is bowing to a god that is not there. Nicely done Cryptic
October 4th, 2025 06:10
a slow alarm
Doggerel Dave said:
Increasing attempts to beat into submission by the rogue elements fire and water.... no choice but to move forward - the resultant fatigue well covered here, Rik. (That\'s the way I see it anyway)
October 3rd, 2025 16:58
Doggerel Dave said:
Increasing attempts to beat into submission by the rogue elements fire and water.... no choice but to move forward - the resultant fatigue well covered here, Rik. (That\'s the way I see it anyway)
October 3rd, 2025 16:58
sunflowers
rebellion_in_sanity said:
The force of the poem is unbelievable. I had to read it couple of time- short and brutal, yet, not performative- a combination quite rare. A definite fave.
October 3rd, 2025 09:21
rebellion_in_sanity said:
The force of the poem is unbelievable. I had to read it couple of time- short and brutal, yet, not performative- a combination quite rare. A definite fave.
October 3rd, 2025 09:21
a slow alarm
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Haha, racy or not, Rik…you’ve nailed it. This burns with survival and truth, every step a refusal. Always grateful for your words, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 3rd, 2025 07:32
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Haha, racy or not, Rik…you’ve nailed it. This burns with survival and truth, every step a refusal. Always grateful for your words, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 3rd, 2025 07:32
a slow alarm
sorenbarrett said:
I can not help it my friend, I know that it bears a metaphor but its images too vivid remind me of going through hurricanes where debris is scattered, living in the dark for weeks without power, pushing onward exhausted, to clean what is left, dirty and tired but going on none the less driven by mere mechanical movement.
Very nicely written Cryptic
October 3rd, 2025 06:05
sorenbarrett said:
I can not help it my friend, I know that it bears a metaphor but its images too vivid remind me of going through hurricanes where debris is scattered, living in the dark for weeks without power, pushing onward exhausted, to clean what is left, dirty and tired but going on none the less driven by mere mechanical movement.
Very nicely written Cryptic
October 3rd, 2025 06:05
when roses were too much
Goldfinch60 said:
Sometimes the goodness in life can be downtrodden by the people not caring Rik.
Andy
October 3rd, 2025 01:52
Goldfinch60 said:
Sometimes the goodness in life can be downtrodden by the people not caring Rik.
Andy
October 3rd, 2025 01:52
when roses were too much
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is a beautiful piece. The fragile peace, the apparition of bliss, and the roses blooming too bright...it all lingers. Powerful and poignant, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 2nd, 2025 16:54
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is a beautiful piece. The fragile peace, the apparition of bliss, and the roses blooming too bright...it all lingers. Powerful and poignant, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 2nd, 2025 16:54
when roses were too much
sorenbarrett said:
Another beautiful poem and I may be reading too deep again my friend but aware that the rose is the national symbol for several countries (England, U.S. and the socialist movement in Spain as well as several others) it has been historically associated with wars (war of the roses in England) jailing of socialists that wore the red rose in Spain. A flower of love seen in contention. Where beauty becomes lust and strife disrupting the gentle tea and superficial niceties. China (a homonym) and metaphor for social communication on a formal and civilized format does not last long when the flowers in the garden bloom too brightly. How is that for a cornball interpretation?
October 2nd, 2025 05:45
sorenbarrett said:
Another beautiful poem and I may be reading too deep again my friend but aware that the rose is the national symbol for several countries (England, U.S. and the socialist movement in Spain as well as several others) it has been historically associated with wars (war of the roses in England) jailing of socialists that wore the red rose in Spain. A flower of love seen in contention. Where beauty becomes lust and strife disrupting the gentle tea and superficial niceties. China (a homonym) and metaphor for social communication on a formal and civilized format does not last long when the flowers in the garden bloom too brightly. How is that for a cornball interpretation?
October 2nd, 2025 05:45
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