Comments received on poems by Friendship
Happy Valentine\'s Day, my poetic friends
sorenbarrett said:
Nicely written a friendly wish sent to all. Well done
February 14th, 2026 06:44
sorenbarrett said:
Nicely written a friendly wish sent to all. Well done
February 14th, 2026 06:44
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
RSM0812 said:
I lost my dad a year ago from terminal cancer. He was a good man. Hard working. Loyal, generous and tboughtful. Unfortunately in the end he went terribly bad. I can relate to the feeling of loss in this piem. Losing a Father is like losing a guidance and love only he could truly provide. Very emotional write. Great pen.
February 13th, 2026 22:11
RSM0812 said:
I lost my dad a year ago from terminal cancer. He was a good man. Hard working. Loyal, generous and tboughtful. Unfortunately in the end he went terribly bad. I can relate to the feeling of loss in this piem. Losing a Father is like losing a guidance and love only he could truly provide. Very emotional write. Great pen.
February 13th, 2026 22:11
Dual-purpose poem
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! Friendship, this has to be a fave. This reminds me, immediately, of the TV show, The Traitors, where one has to read \"between\" the lines to figure out hidden truths and deception (except in this case it doesn\'t end in being backstabbed for a loss of money. 🤣) So, I mean this in the best possible way. You’ve created a voice that sounds undeniably earnest, yet the invitation to question sincerity turns it into a game of perception. Is the despair real… or staged? The steady hope thread keeps us invested. “To breathe the air, to feel the sun\'s warm burns.” feels like both truth and bait. Intriguing work, nay fantastic work! Wonderful job, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 13th, 2026 11:34
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! Friendship, this has to be a fave. This reminds me, immediately, of the TV show, The Traitors, where one has to read \"between\" the lines to figure out hidden truths and deception (except in this case it doesn\'t end in being backstabbed for a loss of money. 🤣) So, I mean this in the best possible way. You’ve created a voice that sounds undeniably earnest, yet the invitation to question sincerity turns it into a game of perception. Is the despair real… or staged? The steady hope thread keeps us invested. “To breathe the air, to feel the sun\'s warm burns.” feels like both truth and bait. Intriguing work, nay fantastic work! Wonderful job, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 13th, 2026 11:34
Dual-purpose poem
Paul Bell said:
I know you said it was cold in Florida, and that would keep you indoors. (Walked out to snow this morning, brutal.)
Hoping the burning sun sets you free soon. Actully hope we see the bloody thing this year.
February 13th, 2026 04:29
Paul Bell said:
I know you said it was cold in Florida, and that would keep you indoors. (Walked out to snow this morning, brutal.)
Hoping the burning sun sets you free soon. Actully hope we see the bloody thing this year.
February 13th, 2026 04:29
Dual-purpose poem
orchidee said:
Good write F. Good wishes, if it\'s a poem personal to you.
February 13th, 2026 04:15
orchidee said:
Good write F. Good wishes, if it\'s a poem personal to you.
February 13th, 2026 04:15
Dual-purpose poem
sorenbarrett said:
This poem speaks of a prison of darkness in clear and most poetic terms. It has good rhyme and good flow and ends with that spark of hope that turns this poem from dark to a glimmer of light. Very nicely done
February 13th, 2026 04:14
sorenbarrett said:
This poem speaks of a prison of darkness in clear and most poetic terms. It has good rhyme and good flow and ends with that spark of hope that turns this poem from dark to a glimmer of light. Very nicely done
February 13th, 2026 04:14
Dual-purpose poem
Demar Desu said:
This poem reminds me of just hope… great write
February 13th, 2026 02:06
Demar Desu said:
This poem reminds me of just hope… great write
February 13th, 2026 02:06
Abandoned by humans.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is a hymn to small miracles. An abandoned can becomes a celestial vault, holding stars, vows, and shimmer. The ordinary turned extraordinary…that’s the heart of it. Gentle, bright, and sincerely celebratory. I love this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 12th, 2026 17:24
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is a hymn to small miracles. An abandoned can becomes a celestial vault, holding stars, vows, and shimmer. The ordinary turned extraordinary…that’s the heart of it. Gentle, bright, and sincerely celebratory. I love this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 12th, 2026 17:24
Abandoned by humans.
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that speaks of taking the discarded and unwanted and transforming them into something useful and a piece of art to be displayed. The process itself is pleasurable and fulfilling and elevates the artist as well. Nicely written
February 12th, 2026 08:17
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that speaks of taking the discarded and unwanted and transforming them into something useful and a piece of art to be displayed. The process itself is pleasurable and fulfilling and elevates the artist as well. Nicely written
February 12th, 2026 08:17
When the Nickname Fades
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is beautifully reflective. There’s such tenderness in the way you handle identity here…no drama, just slow, honest evolution. It feels like standing in that quiet after something small but formative has ended. Deeply resonant. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 12th, 2026 01:27
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is beautifully reflective. There’s such tenderness in the way you handle identity here…no drama, just slow, honest evolution. It feels like standing in that quiet after something small but formative has ended. Deeply resonant. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 12th, 2026 01:27
When the Nickname Fades
NinjaGirl said:
I love that you wrote about this, it\'s so creative. I have lost several nicknames over the years, but I like to think I can flip back a few pages to reread those chapters when needed.
February 11th, 2026 22:11
NinjaGirl said:
I love that you wrote about this, it\'s so creative. I have lost several nicknames over the years, but I like to think I can flip back a few pages to reread those chapters when needed.
February 11th, 2026 22:11
When the Nickname Fades
sorenbarrett said:
This is a wonderful poem so identifiable as a name changes as a person changes. it is incorporated in Native American cultures that change a persons name with new life events. I loved this poem that holds so much meaning in symbolic ways. A fave
February 11th, 2026 18:50
sorenbarrett said:
This is a wonderful poem so identifiable as a name changes as a person changes. it is incorporated in Native American cultures that change a persons name with new life events. I loved this poem that holds so much meaning in symbolic ways. A fave
February 11th, 2026 18:50
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
Neville said:
I know exactly where you are coming from .. I have felt similarly for quite a number of years .. in fact from the moment I became an orphan .. I imagine and hope having been able to poem this splendid tribute you have experienced some sort of catharsis .. Neville 💜🌻👍
February 11th, 2026 12:00
Neville said:
I know exactly where you are coming from .. I have felt similarly for quite a number of years .. in fact from the moment I became an orphan .. I imagine and hope having been able to poem this splendid tribute you have experienced some sort of catharsis .. Neville 💜🌻👍
February 11th, 2026 12:00
When Home and Therapy No Longer Hold
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this hit me hard…there’s a quiet hurt here that feels lived-in, not imagined. The loss of safety isn’t dramatic, it’s tender and disorienting, and that makes it land even deeper. Powerful, my friend. Powerful. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 10th, 2026 12:54
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this hit me hard…there’s a quiet hurt here that feels lived-in, not imagined. The loss of safety isn’t dramatic, it’s tender and disorienting, and that makes it land even deeper. Powerful, my friend. Powerful. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 10th, 2026 12:54
When Home and Therapy No Longer Hold
Thomas W Case said:
You walk the cracks and bruised streets with courage,
finding refuge in whispers the world forgot.
February 10th, 2026 07:12
Thomas W Case said:
You walk the cracks and bruised streets with courage,
finding refuge in whispers the world forgot.
February 10th, 2026 07:12
When Home and Therapy No Longer Hold
RSM0812 said:
Unfortunaltkey feeling safe is a prime concern of all human beings. If a person does not feel safe, they subconciously fall into a defensive or offensive emotional existance. Its like being in a predicament you have no control of. Or being literaly in the control of other people you barley know. The world can be a scary place but there is still faith in people as there is always good somewhere within. U just have to bring out the good and bury the bad.
February 10th, 2026 06:08
RSM0812 said:
Unfortunaltkey feeling safe is a prime concern of all human beings. If a person does not feel safe, they subconciously fall into a defensive or offensive emotional existance. Its like being in a predicament you have no control of. Or being literaly in the control of other people you barley know. The world can be a scary place but there is still faith in people as there is always good somewhere within. U just have to bring out the good and bury the bad.
February 10th, 2026 06:08
Termination of a Promise
RSM0812 said:
This write is very well described. It seems to be almost a riddle of emotion and hope. I especially like the last line. We have to be careful before we speak. Words can be powerful. As one should always think before speaking. I thouroughly enjoyed it.
February 10th, 2026 06:03
RSM0812 said:
This write is very well described. It seems to be almost a riddle of emotion and hope. I especially like the last line. We have to be careful before we speak. Words can be powerful. As one should always think before speaking. I thouroughly enjoyed it.
February 10th, 2026 06:03
When Home and Therapy No Longer Hold
sorenbarrett said:
A truly great write that is so raw and identifiable. It calls out from the inside to the outside an existential voice. It is a search a journey for safety that mythical land we once believed in but found does not exist but in our dreams. This poem taps into those feelings that so many feel from time to time looking for a world long gone. A fave my friend
February 10th, 2026 04:05
sorenbarrett said:
A truly great write that is so raw and identifiable. It calls out from the inside to the outside an existential voice. It is a search a journey for safety that mythical land we once believed in but found does not exist but in our dreams. This poem taps into those feelings that so many feel from time to time looking for a world long gone. A fave my friend
February 10th, 2026 04:05
Termination of a Promise
NafisaSB said:
there are many such who use us and move forward remorselessly - good riddance to such fake people/friends..
February 10th, 2026 00:19
NafisaSB said:
there are many such who use us and move forward remorselessly - good riddance to such fake people/friends..
February 10th, 2026 00:19
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
Soman Ragavan said:
“The walls I built now close around me tight...”
We build walls around us to help us navigate this life, to keep us sane, to protect us from dangers all around. Here the very walls you built to protect you have started closing around you. This is one of the ironies of life. Your protection becomes a very danger to you...
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February 9th, 2026 21:14
Soman Ragavan said:
“The walls I built now close around me tight...”
We build walls around us to help us navigate this life, to keep us sane, to protect us from dangers all around. Here the very walls you built to protect you have started closing around you. This is one of the ironies of life. Your protection becomes a very danger to you...
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February 9th, 2026 21:14
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
Soman Ragavan said:
The bond between daughter and Dad is a very strong one. The father is the one figure that the daughter seeks in a man, especially a man who will be her companion. The depth of your attachment shows through the poem. Your poem stands out by the value of the words and expressions you have chosen. They came to you through inspiration, exceptional inspiration from genuine feelings. It is rare to find such a structured poem in our times. More often today\'s poetry seems disjointed, a collection of vague ideas or feelings. But here, there is consistency throughout. The narrative takes hold of the reader and the story continues without fading until the last line. I have read many poems on poetry sites, but this one definitely stands out.
February 9th, 2026 21:05
Soman Ragavan said:
The bond between daughter and Dad is a very strong one. The father is the one figure that the daughter seeks in a man, especially a man who will be her companion. The depth of your attachment shows through the poem. Your poem stands out by the value of the words and expressions you have chosen. They came to you through inspiration, exceptional inspiration from genuine feelings. It is rare to find such a structured poem in our times. More often today\'s poetry seems disjointed, a collection of vague ideas or feelings. But here, there is consistency throughout. The narrative takes hold of the reader and the story continues without fading until the last line. I have read many poems on poetry sites, but this one definitely stands out.
February 9th, 2026 21:05
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is a deeply moving tribute. From the unmoored grief to the slow resolve to rebuild, every line carries love forward rather than letting it collapse inward. It hurts, but it also stands. I’m grateful you shared this, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 9th, 2026 20:57
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is a deeply moving tribute. From the unmoored grief to the slow resolve to rebuild, every line carries love forward rather than letting it collapse inward. It hurts, but it also stands. I’m grateful you shared this, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 9th, 2026 20:57
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
orchidee said:
A personal story? Of a recently departed one? Or the anniversary of their departure?
February 9th, 2026 12:42
orchidee said:
A personal story? Of a recently departed one? Or the anniversary of their departure?
February 9th, 2026 12:42
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
Paul Bell said:
Great epitaph.
Always think if someone gives you the foundation to grow, they\'ve done their job, and now it\'s your turn to continue the good work.
Dads always leave their mark in things they built in the house, keeps them around.
February 9th, 2026 09:31
Paul Bell said:
Great epitaph.
Always think if someone gives you the foundation to grow, they\'ve done their job, and now it\'s your turn to continue the good work.
Dads always leave their mark in things they built in the house, keeps them around.
February 9th, 2026 09:31
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
sorenbarrett said:
Very nicely composed this poem to me tells of a close relationship with a father now gone that is deeply missed. Loss that seems at time of grief to be overpowering is gradually turned to hope for a brighter day. It is in this brighter note that the poem is left. Nicely done my friend
February 9th, 2026 08:44
sorenbarrett said:
Very nicely composed this poem to me tells of a close relationship with a father now gone that is deeply missed. Loss that seems at time of grief to be overpowering is gradually turned to hope for a brighter day. It is in this brighter note that the poem is left. Nicely done my friend
February 9th, 2026 08:44
Termination of a Promise
Soman Ragavan said:
Correct. Breakups must be managed. The best way is to start off by looking at the horizon ahead and not at the past. Your words show resolve. \"moving forward\" and \"stamped in bold\" : the words show that you are moving on. It is when we cling to the past that we get dragged down.
February 7th, 2026 11:10
Soman Ragavan said:
Correct. Breakups must be managed. The best way is to start off by looking at the horizon ahead and not at the past. Your words show resolve. \"moving forward\" and \"stamped in bold\" : the words show that you are moving on. It is when we cling to the past that we get dragged down.
February 7th, 2026 11:10
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