Comments received on poems by Joakim Bergen
That is the Sentence of the Gods
2781 said:
If you dig deep enough you eventually find rock.
April 27th, 2024 00:03
2781 said:
If you dig deep enough you eventually find rock.
April 27th, 2024 00:03
A Vision
sunshine777 said:
Great write, love the heart in this poem and the flow
March 13th, 2024 22:43
sunshine777 said:
Great write, love the heart in this poem and the flow
March 13th, 2024 22:43
Lament for Babylon
Lorenz said:
I will not mourn the fall of the great harlot !
January 28th, 2024 14:30
Lorenz said:
I will not mourn the fall of the great harlot !
January 28th, 2024 14:30
Lament for Babylon
Thomas W Case said:
Babylon is still here, the name changed to Hollywood. Lol. Great write
January 28th, 2024 12:37
Thomas W Case said:
Babylon is still here, the name changed to Hollywood. Lol. Great write
January 28th, 2024 12:37
Hyperion
L. B. Mek said:
Thank you! What a brilliant poem
an ode that does justice
To one of my favourite poems
from my absolute favourite Poet
(forgive me
if I\'m mistaken and you\'re not
referring to Keats\' great!)
\'Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve\'s one star,
Sat gray-hair\'d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer\'s day
Robs not one light seed from the feather\'d grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
By reason of his fallen divinity
Spreading a shade: the Naiad \'mid her reeds
Press\'d her cold finger closer to her lips.\'
\'She laid, and to the level of his ear
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake
In solemn tenour and deep organ tone:
Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue
Would come in these like accents; O how frail
To that large utterance of the early Gods!
\"Saturn, look up!—though wherefore, poor old King?
I have no comfort for thee, no not one:
I cannot say, \"O wherefore sleepest thou?\"
For heaven is parted from thee, and the earth
Knows thee not, thus afflicted, for a God;
And ocean too, with all its solemn noise,
Has from thy sceptre pass\'d; and all the air
Is emptied of thine hoary majesty.
Thy thunder, conscious of the new command,
Rumbles reluctant o\'er our fallen house;
And thy sharp lightning in unpractis\'d hands
Scorches and burns our once serene domain.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth,
And press it so upon our weary griefs
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.\'
October 6th, 2023 08:28
L. B. Mek said:
Thank you! What a brilliant poem
an ode that does justice
To one of my favourite poems
from my absolute favourite Poet
(forgive me
if I\'m mistaken and you\'re not
referring to Keats\' great!)
\'Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve\'s one star,
Sat gray-hair\'d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer\'s day
Robs not one light seed from the feather\'d grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
By reason of his fallen divinity
Spreading a shade: the Naiad \'mid her reeds
Press\'d her cold finger closer to her lips.\'
\'She laid, and to the level of his ear
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake
In solemn tenour and deep organ tone:
Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue
Would come in these like accents; O how frail
To that large utterance of the early Gods!
\"Saturn, look up!—though wherefore, poor old King?
I have no comfort for thee, no not one:
I cannot say, \"O wherefore sleepest thou?\"
For heaven is parted from thee, and the earth
Knows thee not, thus afflicted, for a God;
And ocean too, with all its solemn noise,
Has from thy sceptre pass\'d; and all the air
Is emptied of thine hoary majesty.
Thy thunder, conscious of the new command,
Rumbles reluctant o\'er our fallen house;
And thy sharp lightning in unpractis\'d hands
Scorches and burns our once serene domain.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth,
And press it so upon our weary griefs
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.\'
October 6th, 2023 08:28
Love! (a stream of thought poem)
David Wakeling said:
This is word play.Sadly I have no idea what it is about but hey what would i know
September 30th, 2023 15:26
David Wakeling said:
This is word play.Sadly I have no idea what it is about but hey what would i know
September 30th, 2023 15:26
Parting at Sunset
Pop64 said:
The visuals in this appear clearly in this readers mind as your imagery serves to not only display but tell the entire story. Wonderfully written
August 22nd, 2023 14:05
Pop64 said:
The visuals in this appear clearly in this readers mind as your imagery serves to not only display but tell the entire story. Wonderfully written
August 22nd, 2023 14:05
Parting at Sunset
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"Parting at sunset” by Franko
This poem reminds one of the two poems by Robert Browning (1812-1889) :
“Meeting at noon” and “Parting at morning.”
Franko’s poem makes the comparison with ships that leave the port at sunset, taking the sea possibly to far-off destinations, travelling across vast expanses of the sea. The ship cannot stay at one port; it has to go. The similarity is that humans, too, cannot stay long at one place. Thus, separations are to be expected. Another comparison is made with the seeds of the daffodil that are scattered by the winds. Note the words “Into the darkness.” The travels of the seeds and of the ship are never guaranteed.
The poem recalls the scenes of violets and the amber sky, conjuring up a romantic picture, and mentioning them as witnesses of the love. The flowers and the sky scenery have gone. The poet asks where the light of dawn is. Thus, some hopes are not being fulfilled.
Winter can be a season of suffering, loneliness and hardships. Compared with joyous memories of the past, winter now brings despondency and regrets.
“Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”
--H. W. Longfellow 1817-1882)
Soman Ragavan. 22 August, 2023. //
August 22nd, 2023 10:18
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"Parting at sunset” by Franko
This poem reminds one of the two poems by Robert Browning (1812-1889) :
“Meeting at noon” and “Parting at morning.”
Franko’s poem makes the comparison with ships that leave the port at sunset, taking the sea possibly to far-off destinations, travelling across vast expanses of the sea. The ship cannot stay at one port; it has to go. The similarity is that humans, too, cannot stay long at one place. Thus, separations are to be expected. Another comparison is made with the seeds of the daffodil that are scattered by the winds. Note the words “Into the darkness.” The travels of the seeds and of the ship are never guaranteed.
The poem recalls the scenes of violets and the amber sky, conjuring up a romantic picture, and mentioning them as witnesses of the love. The flowers and the sky scenery have gone. The poet asks where the light of dawn is. Thus, some hopes are not being fulfilled.
Winter can be a season of suffering, loneliness and hardships. Compared with joyous memories of the past, winter now brings despondency and regrets.
“Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.”
--H. W. Longfellow 1817-1882)
Soman Ragavan. 22 August, 2023. //
August 22nd, 2023 10:18
At the end of Summer
rajavardhan said:
Hi Franko, your poem is beautiful. I hope to read more from you.
June 14th, 2023 14:21
rajavardhan said:
Hi Franko, your poem is beautiful. I hope to read more from you.
June 14th, 2023 14:21
Rain and Butterfly
L. B. Mek said:
sounds heavenly, thanks for sharing
\'The butterfly’s splendid
Wings, whose color
Still enchants; a living,\'
beautifully worded
June 12th, 2023 02:44
L. B. Mek said:
sounds heavenly, thanks for sharing
\'The butterfly’s splendid
Wings, whose color
Still enchants; a living,\'
beautifully worded
June 12th, 2023 02:44
draft #1
L. B. Mek said:
\'where sylphs knit starlight\'
such vividity!
really impressive imagery
succinct, yet so well written
thank you!
May 29th, 2023 02:36
L. B. Mek said:
\'where sylphs knit starlight\'
such vividity!
really impressive imagery
succinct, yet so well written
thank you!
May 29th, 2023 02:36
Clouds
2781 said:
What is man, that thou art mindful of him? Or the son of man, that thou visit him? For thou has made him a little lower than the angels. And has crowned him with glory and honour.
May 16th, 2023 09:16
2781 said:
What is man, that thou art mindful of him? Or the son of man, that thou visit him? For thou has made him a little lower than the angels. And has crowned him with glory and honour.
May 16th, 2023 09:16
Clouds
Rocky Lagou said:
This poem is extravagantly written. I felt everything: the sorrow, the ambition, the yearning. The cloud analogy ties it all up wonderfully.
May 16th, 2023 08:20
Rocky Lagou said:
This poem is extravagantly written. I felt everything: the sorrow, the ambition, the yearning. The cloud analogy ties it all up wonderfully.
May 16th, 2023 08:20
Picture of my Land (Unfinished)
L. B. Mek said:
\'The night envelops in coat of
mystery; marries shadow with
droops of starlit rain,\'
wonderfully vivid, great wording
and that \'unfinished\'
is a status, my scribbles know
far too well
lol
thanks for sharing, dear poet
May 12th, 2023 04:50
L. B. Mek said:
\'The night envelops in coat of
mystery; marries shadow with
droops of starlit rain,\'
wonderfully vivid, great wording
and that \'unfinished\'
is a status, my scribbles know
far too well
lol
thanks for sharing, dear poet
May 12th, 2023 04:50
To Helios
jarcher54 said:
This reminds me of the anonymous Greek hymns to the gods. I enjoyed the intensity and pureness of the evocation. Pluck the stars out of the night sky... a very fine personification. Lovely.
May 11th, 2023 09:27
jarcher54 said:
This reminds me of the anonymous Greek hymns to the gods. I enjoyed the intensity and pureness of the evocation. Pluck the stars out of the night sky... a very fine personification. Lovely.
May 11th, 2023 09:27
Rhine
L. R. Thompson Poetry said:
So much history, beauty, and conflict surrounds that river. Beautiful imagery my friend.
May 6th, 2023 08:48
L. R. Thompson Poetry said:
So much history, beauty, and conflict surrounds that river. Beautiful imagery my friend.
May 6th, 2023 08:48
Lorelei
Rocky Lagou said:
This so beautiful, reminds me of the classical poems from the Romanticism period. Your imagery and diction are superb.
May 5th, 2023 08:18
Rocky Lagou said:
This so beautiful, reminds me of the classical poems from the Romanticism period. Your imagery and diction are superb.
May 5th, 2023 08:18
Sun!
David Wakeling said:
Talking to the Sun is a little confusing.It reads like a script rather than a poem.What is missing is how you feel about the Sun.
February 28th, 2023 17:28
David Wakeling said:
Talking to the Sun is a little confusing.It reads like a script rather than a poem.What is missing is how you feel about the Sun.
February 28th, 2023 17:28
Sun!
mvvenkataraman said:
Great click my dear,
The scene is superb,
Your ode to the sun,
Is indeed a nice one!
February 28th, 2023 16:53
mvvenkataraman said:
Great click my dear,
The scene is superb,
Your ode to the sun,
Is indeed a nice one!
February 28th, 2023 16:53
I Remember
charles69 said:
nice, elegant brief poem
not sure about the meaning of the last line \"shadow of love\"
it is a well chosen phrase and I sense that the meaning is lost love
if you get time please read my poem \"Beyonce\", and let me know what you think
thanks, and again, great little poem
February 9th, 2023 16:08
charles69 said:
nice, elegant brief poem
not sure about the meaning of the last line \"shadow of love\"
it is a well chosen phrase and I sense that the meaning is lost love
if you get time please read my poem \"Beyonce\", and let me know what you think
thanks, and again, great little poem
February 9th, 2023 16:08
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