Comments received on poems by sonal monhyung
As a fan
sonal monhyung said:
I glad there are many more like me and I can understand every fans feeling 💜
April 10th, 2024 04:49
sonal monhyung said:
I glad there are many more like me and I can understand every fans feeling 💜
April 10th, 2024 04:49
One\'s nation
sonal monhyung said:
According to my age it is,but it\'ll be amazing to explore the world beyond my lines 🤓
February 7th, 2024 20:50
sonal monhyung said:
According to my age it is,but it\'ll be amazing to explore the world beyond my lines 🤓
February 7th, 2024 20:50
The Old town road
sonal monhyung said:
Yes they are, but if could left my misfortune back and triggle to a new way I would like to join it
February 7th, 2024 20:44
sonal monhyung said:
Yes they are, but if could left my misfortune back and triggle to a new way I would like to join it
February 7th, 2024 20:44
The Old town road
Lorenz said:
your double is witness and wizzard of your time good or bad ...
December 24th, 2023 06:16
Lorenz said:
your double is witness and wizzard of your time good or bad ...
December 24th, 2023 06:16
A letter to my childhood
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"A letter to my childhood” by Sonal Monhyung
In your poem you say : “Oo my childhood if you would alive!...”
“Ah, where art ye now, sweet schooldays :
I dislik\'d ye, \'tis true, in those times,
Yet, being but human, here crave my rhymes
For thy return, lovely flower\'d alleys.
Sweet scent\'d alleys, pathways to divinity,
Lanes of love and beliefs spontaneous :
Since, to return to ye, I cannot possibly,
Come thou to me, oh, thou era bounteous !”
--From my poem “Schooldays,” written on 18 May, 1973.
Soman Ragavan. 21 May, 2023.
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November 21st, 2023 11:38
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"A letter to my childhood” by Sonal Monhyung
In your poem you say : “Oo my childhood if you would alive!...”
“Ah, where art ye now, sweet schooldays :
I dislik\'d ye, \'tis true, in those times,
Yet, being but human, here crave my rhymes
For thy return, lovely flower\'d alleys.
Sweet scent\'d alleys, pathways to divinity,
Lanes of love and beliefs spontaneous :
Since, to return to ye, I cannot possibly,
Come thou to me, oh, thou era bounteous !”
--From my poem “Schooldays,” written on 18 May, 1973.
Soman Ragavan. 21 May, 2023.
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November 21st, 2023 11:38
A letter to my childhood
Lorenz said:
Impermanent happiness and impetus ..But words are elegant and fragile...
November 21st, 2023 10:28
Lorenz said:
Impermanent happiness and impetus ..But words are elegant and fragile...
November 21st, 2023 10:28
The icecream
Lorenz said:
Imaginative !
what\'s your ice cream fav\' flavor ?
October 10th, 2023 08:49
Lorenz said:
Imaginative !
what\'s your ice cream fav\' flavor ?
October 10th, 2023 08:49
My room\'s window
Lorenz said:
Its an image I love ,that stops me
in my tracks : The peaceful cat contemplating the world behind the curtains !
October 6th, 2023 09:31
Lorenz said:
Its an image I love ,that stops me
in my tracks : The peaceful cat contemplating the world behind the curtains !
October 6th, 2023 09:31
My room\'s window
Pop64 said:
A beautiful view from that window, a lovely experience written into this poem!
October 6th, 2023 05:54
Pop64 said:
A beautiful view from that window, a lovely experience written into this poem!
October 6th, 2023 05:54
What will beyond today
sonal monhyung said:
Thanks to give sometime on my poetry ! I have written what I had felt back in days . I appreciate you like my thoughts.
September 22nd, 2023 09:24
sonal monhyung said:
Thanks to give sometime on my poetry ! I have written what I had felt back in days . I appreciate you like my thoughts.
September 22nd, 2023 09:24
What will beyond today
L. B. Mek said:
schedule our alarm\'s mood swings
cushion life with soft hobbies
then a needle bursts our tyre
we\'ve never driven only dreamt
expectation fuelled by imagery
self a paradox between, selfhood
and what society expects
Do we live tomorrow
is Today a past we live
How much of past
is curated by tomorrow\'s, perspective
...
\'Today will lead to future
With those works , I did today !
So, when I know what leads to tomorrow;
Then, I know what will be beyond today .\'
(Brilliant!
that meandering poetic voice
that searching ink
distilling a mindset of impatience
a need to feel some control, in life
lazy in style, yet intensely focused
such a great read
Virginia Wolf would have loved this
I like to think,
thank you for sharing.
love your unique style, dear poet
September 22nd, 2023 02:21
L. B. Mek said:
schedule our alarm\'s mood swings
cushion life with soft hobbies
then a needle bursts our tyre
we\'ve never driven only dreamt
expectation fuelled by imagery
self a paradox between, selfhood
and what society expects
Do we live tomorrow
is Today a past we live
How much of past
is curated by tomorrow\'s, perspective
...
\'Today will lead to future
With those works , I did today !
So, when I know what leads to tomorrow;
Then, I know what will be beyond today .\'
(Brilliant!
that meandering poetic voice
that searching ink
distilling a mindset of impatience
a need to feel some control, in life
lazy in style, yet intensely focused
such a great read
Virginia Wolf would have loved this
I like to think,
thank you for sharing.
love your unique style, dear poet
September 22nd, 2023 02:21
Lost friendship
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"Lost friendship” by Sonal Monhyung
There is something sadder that lost friendship. It is that friendship that we make online and we will most probably never meet with the person in person. The day will come when we will stop using the computer and mobile and stop surfing the Internet. Our messages and poems will remain in virtual archives. Perhaps one day those archives will become too heavy and will be shunted to some other place on servers. On one site I have seen a member whose page shows thousands of messages sent and received, and has written hundreds of poems, but only one poem currently appears. There might be a button that says “Show older” That is what happens over time : older messages, older poems, older members…
“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)
Imagine you are on a ship in the vastness of the ocean. Another ship goes by. You see someone. A smile, a wave of the hand… Soon the ship moves off... You will lose that companion forever…
Soman Ragavan. 19 September, 2023
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September 19th, 2023 07:31
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"Lost friendship” by Sonal Monhyung
There is something sadder that lost friendship. It is that friendship that we make online and we will most probably never meet with the person in person. The day will come when we will stop using the computer and mobile and stop surfing the Internet. Our messages and poems will remain in virtual archives. Perhaps one day those archives will become too heavy and will be shunted to some other place on servers. On one site I have seen a member whose page shows thousands of messages sent and received, and has written hundreds of poems, but only one poem currently appears. There might be a button that says “Show older” That is what happens over time : older messages, older poems, older members…
“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)
Imagine you are on a ship in the vastness of the ocean. Another ship goes by. You see someone. A smile, a wave of the hand… Soon the ship moves off... You will lose that companion forever…
Soman Ragavan. 19 September, 2023
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September 19th, 2023 07:31
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