Comments received on poems by Friendship
My Bus Ride Home to Stay
orchidee said:
Good write F. I\'m sure I saw that passenger on the bus the other day. lol.
January 2nd, 2026 10:16
orchidee said:
Good write F. I\'m sure I saw that passenger on the bus the other day. lol.
January 2nd, 2026 10:16
My Bus Ride Home to Stay
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is a poem about choosing home as an act of courage. You let the ordinary do the work…streetlights, passengers, brakes, gates. By the end, staying feels like grace rather than surrender. A beautiful, grounding piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 2nd, 2026 09:10
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is a poem about choosing home as an act of courage. You let the ordinary do the work…streetlights, passengers, brakes, gates. By the end, staying feels like grace rather than surrender. A beautiful, grounding piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
January 2nd, 2026 09:10
My Bus Ride Home to Stay
soheil khodaparasti said:
I appreciate your conscious use of the bus not merely as a means of transportation, but as a vessel for reflection—carrying both the literal and emotional weight of the journey home. The poem beautifully balances nostalgia with acceptance: old pains are revisited yet gently softened. The theme of home as a reclamation of the self is especially moving.
January 2nd, 2026 07:28
soheil khodaparasti said:
I appreciate your conscious use of the bus not merely as a means of transportation, but as a vessel for reflection—carrying both the literal and emotional weight of the journey home. The poem beautifully balances nostalgia with acceptance: old pains are revisited yet gently softened. The theme of home as a reclamation of the self is especially moving.
January 2nd, 2026 07:28
Why Do You Hate Me?
Dan Williams said:
This hits home, closely describing a twenty year relationship that turned dark without a lot of explanation. Thanks for this.
January 2nd, 2026 02:11
Dan Williams said:
This hits home, closely describing a twenty year relationship that turned dark without a lot of explanation. Thanks for this.
January 2nd, 2026 02:11
As an Artist.
Soman Ragavan said:
Indeed, the artist sees with different eyes. And having seen, they communicate their feelings to others. The artist is a dreamer, too. They dream of a better world.
January 1st, 2026 11:12
Soman Ragavan said:
Indeed, the artist sees with different eyes. And having seen, they communicate their feelings to others. The artist is a dreamer, too. They dream of a better world.
January 1st, 2026 11:12
I am so psychotic
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is fierce and luminous. It doesn’t sanitize the chaos…it stands inside it and claims breath anyway. That closing declaration feels earned. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Happy New Year, my dear friend!
January 1st, 2026 09:42
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is fierce and luminous. It doesn’t sanitize the chaos…it stands inside it and claims breath anyway. That closing declaration feels earned. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Happy New Year, my dear friend!
January 1st, 2026 09:42
I am so psychotic
Thomas W Case said:
Intense, imaginative, and unexpectedly tender. I like how clarity and chaos are allowed to exist side by side here.
January 1st, 2026 09:34
Thomas W Case said:
Intense, imaginative, and unexpectedly tender. I like how clarity and chaos are allowed to exist side by side here.
January 1st, 2026 09:34
I am so psychotic
sorenbarrett said:
A wonderful write of of blended humor and understanding of what lies inside. What is psychotic anyway but a loss of reality and we all do that as we withdraw within the mind in thought and imagination especially in fantasy. Here are so many lovely allegories and metaphors that are separate from reality yet in themselves transcend reality into illumination and as such the thin line between madness and genius. A fave Happy New Year
January 1st, 2026 09:29
sorenbarrett said:
A wonderful write of of blended humor and understanding of what lies inside. What is psychotic anyway but a loss of reality and we all do that as we withdraw within the mind in thought and imagination especially in fantasy. Here are so many lovely allegories and metaphors that are separate from reality yet in themselves transcend reality into illumination and as such the thin line between madness and genius. A fave Happy New Year
January 1st, 2026 09:29
I am so psychotic
soheil khodaparasti said:
I like the line “the world can be a cage, but my thoughts are the key” the most because it stands out as a powerful reflection on inner freedom. By contrasting the world as a “cage” with thoughts as the “key,” your poem suggests that while external realities may constrain us, the mind remains a source of autonomy and escape, capable of reshaping confinement into meaning and possibility.
January 1st, 2026 09:27
soheil khodaparasti said:
I like the line “the world can be a cage, but my thoughts are the key” the most because it stands out as a powerful reflection on inner freedom. By contrasting the world as a “cage” with thoughts as the “key,” your poem suggests that while external realities may constrain us, the mind remains a source of autonomy and escape, capable of reshaping confinement into meaning and possibility.
January 1st, 2026 09:27
I am so psychotic
orchidee said:
Now - you got just three brain cells, as I have?! lol.
January 1st, 2026 08:29
orchidee said:
Now - you got just three brain cells, as I have?! lol.
January 1st, 2026 08:29
I am so psychotic
2781 said:
Wow, you hooked me from the start, and took me into a wild vision.
January 1st, 2026 08:21
2781 said:
Wow, you hooked me from the start, and took me into a wild vision.
January 1st, 2026 08:21
Why Do You Hate Me?
RSM0812 said:
\"a flash that haunts the clouds, not the rain\". What a line. Beautiful. You are a great writer. :) hope 2026 is like your poetry. Lol
January 1st, 2026 06:10
RSM0812 said:
\"a flash that haunts the clouds, not the rain\". What a line. Beautiful. You are a great writer. :) hope 2026 is like your poetry. Lol
January 1st, 2026 06:10
Why Do You Hate Me?
orchidee said:
Good write F. Aww, I never said I hated you! lol.
December 31st, 2025 10:07
orchidee said:
Good write F. Aww, I never said I hated you! lol.
December 31st, 2025 10:07
Why Do You Hate Me?
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is a meditation on loss without blame. You let grief ask its question without forcing an answer, and that trust gives the poem its grace. By the end, the wind feels like the only honest messenger left. Beautiful work and Happy New Year to you and your family! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 31st, 2025 09:10
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Friendship, this is a meditation on loss without blame. You let grief ask its question without forcing an answer, and that trust gives the poem its grace. By the end, the wind feels like the only honest messenger left. Beautiful work and Happy New Year to you and your family! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 31st, 2025 09:10
Why Do You Hate Me?
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of pain felt and a question unanswered. One that is sunburned feels pain from normal sun and what we feel as hate may be nothing more that the sun\'s warmth. A lovely write of an often misunderstood word.
December 31st, 2025 07:47
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of pain felt and a question unanswered. One that is sunburned feels pain from normal sun and what we feel as hate may be nothing more that the sun\'s warmth. A lovely write of an often misunderstood word.
December 31st, 2025 07:47
Mood is a Bouncing Ball
Dan Williams said:
Clever and witty.
\"It defies rules, this wayward thing—
a hiccup, not a song, not a sting—
yet in its bounce, a pattern grows:
the ground it meets decides its pose.\"
brings this to vision. Nicely done.
December 31st, 2025 04:29
Dan Williams said:
Clever and witty.
\"It defies rules, this wayward thing—
a hiccup, not a song, not a sting—
yet in its bounce, a pattern grows:
the ground it meets decides its pose.\"
brings this to vision. Nicely done.
December 31st, 2025 04:29
Mood is a Bouncing Ball
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Oh...and good morning! Love the rabbit!
December 30th, 2025 10:53
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Oh...and good morning! Love the rabbit!
December 30th, 2025 10:53
Mood is a Bouncing Ball
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, I feel this way of moving through a day where emotions aren’t fixed, just responsive. The permission to let them bounce instead of pinning them down feels gently liberating. This resonates a lot. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 30th, 2025 10:52
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, I feel this way of moving through a day where emotions aren’t fixed, just responsive. The permission to let them bounce instead of pinning them down feels gently liberating. This resonates a lot. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 30th, 2025 10:52
Mood is a Bouncing Ball
sorenbarrett said:
A good subliminal in the bouncing rabbit. Moods fluctuate normally and how high they bounce determined by their innate substance as in a superball vs a plastic ball and how hard they are thrown or from how high they are dropped. Nicely done my friend
December 30th, 2025 05:02
sorenbarrett said:
A good subliminal in the bouncing rabbit. Moods fluctuate normally and how high they bounce determined by their innate substance as in a superball vs a plastic ball and how hard they are thrown or from how high they are dropped. Nicely done my friend
December 30th, 2025 05:02
Mood is a Bouncing Ball
orchidee said:
Good write and pic of Bugs Bunny there! lol.
December 30th, 2025 04:55
orchidee said:
Good write and pic of Bugs Bunny there! lol.
December 30th, 2025 04:55
\"Put a Quarter in My Slot\"
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is charming, vulnerable, and quietly brave. You use humor to invite us close, then ask for presence without protection. By the end, staying feels like the only real gift. Lovely work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 29th, 2025 15:03
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is charming, vulnerable, and quietly brave. You use humor to invite us close, then ask for presence without protection. By the end, staying feels like the only real gift. Lovely work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 29th, 2025 15:03
\"Put a Quarter in My Slot\"
sorenbarrett said:
A memory for those of us old enough to remember vending machines that took money not cards. A good read of loneliness in search of purchasing a little company. Nicely done Friendship
December 29th, 2025 09:16
sorenbarrett said:
A memory for those of us old enough to remember vending machines that took money not cards. A good read of loneliness in search of purchasing a little company. Nicely done Friendship
December 29th, 2025 09:16
Mother Nature\"
Aloo Denish Obiero said:
What a befitting description of Mother Nature. This is not just a poem, this is a call to environmental stewardship, something I so much cherish. This is a masterpiece. Well done Friendship
December 29th, 2025 04:17
Aloo Denish Obiero said:
What a befitting description of Mother Nature. This is not just a poem, this is a call to environmental stewardship, something I so much cherish. This is a masterpiece. Well done Friendship
December 29th, 2025 04:17
\"Currency of Touch\"
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, I feel the insistence here on being seen whole, not summarized. The reaching hands at the end feel like an invitation and a challenge at once. I’ve wrestled with that same longing to be met beyond function. This lands deep. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 28th, 2025 08:07
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, I feel the insistence here on being seen whole, not summarized. The reaching hands at the end feel like an invitation and a challenge at once. I’ve wrestled with that same longing to be met beyond function. This lands deep. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
December 28th, 2025 08:07
\"Currency of Touch\"
sorenbarrett said:
A most powerful poem whether metaphor or not. It pierces the taboo and transcends the sin. It presents the grit of life where we all sell ourselves for something. What is the price we set for our soul? Hard hitting in its repulsion it offers tenderness but not too much it is the tenderness of understanding not pity but empathy and the realization that all are human with needs and desires that we bargain for. A fave my friend
December 28th, 2025 06:54
sorenbarrett said:
A most powerful poem whether metaphor or not. It pierces the taboo and transcends the sin. It presents the grit of life where we all sell ourselves for something. What is the price we set for our soul? Hard hitting in its repulsion it offers tenderness but not too much it is the tenderness of understanding not pity but empathy and the realization that all are human with needs and desires that we bargain for. A fave my friend
December 28th, 2025 06:54
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