Comments received on poems by Friendship
Between the Fracture and the Dawn
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
beautiful wording a great read
February 19th, 2026 08:17
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:
beautiful wording a great read
February 19th, 2026 08:17
Between the Fracture and the Dawn
sorenbarrett said:
A most lovely poem that reaches out a hand and awaits someone to reach back. It is a call of hope that someone will respond with something that can be trusted and grow. Well done and most hopeful. It is raw as well as soft and a fave
February 19th, 2026 07:40
sorenbarrett said:
A most lovely poem that reaches out a hand and awaits someone to reach back. It is a call of hope that someone will respond with something that can be trusted and grow. Well done and most hopeful. It is raw as well as soft and a fave
February 19th, 2026 07:40
Six Months, 23 Days, 14 Hours, 33 Minutes
Tonya Titus said:
A soul wrenching & consuming read. Beautifully worded.
February 17th, 2026 12:36
Tonya Titus said:
A soul wrenching & consuming read. Beautifully worded.
February 17th, 2026 12:36
Six Months, 23 Days, 14 Hours, 33 Minutes
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this holds trauma and resilience in perfect tension. “The syllabus of darkness” gives it structure, and “a precise stanza etched in my bones” makes the time tangible. It’s not about spectacle…it’s about survival and awareness. The mind never truly rests indeed. A moving, disciplined piece, dearest Friendship.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 17th, 2026 10:35
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this holds trauma and resilience in perfect tension. “The syllabus of darkness” gives it structure, and “a precise stanza etched in my bones” makes the time tangible. It’s not about spectacle…it’s about survival and awareness. The mind never truly rests indeed. A moving, disciplined piece, dearest Friendship.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 17th, 2026 10:35
Just Another Beautiful Monday
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this breathes calm from the first line. There’s something steady and reassuring in the way you frame the ordinary as luminous. It doesn’t strain for beauty…it simply notices it. That closing reminder feels grounded and sincere. Lovely piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 17th, 2026 10:14
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this breathes calm from the first line. There’s something steady and reassuring in the way you frame the ordinary as luminous. It doesn’t strain for beauty…it simply notices it. That closing reminder feels grounded and sincere. Lovely piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 17th, 2026 10:14
Six Months, 23 Days, 14 Hours, 33 Minutes
Paul Bell said:
Always wondered what a comatose state would feel like.
The dreams and the stillness of time just waiting to awake.
They do say some survive drowning this way, the human mechanism of survival.
February 17th, 2026 07:44
Paul Bell said:
Always wondered what a comatose state would feel like.
The dreams and the stillness of time just waiting to awake.
They do say some survive drowning this way, the human mechanism of survival.
February 17th, 2026 07:44
Six Months, 23 Days, 14 Hours, 33 Minutes
rebellion_in_sanity said:
An easy choice to make - fave.
February 17th, 2026 07:24
rebellion_in_sanity said:
An easy choice to make - fave.
February 17th, 2026 07:24
Six Months, 23 Days, 14 Hours, 33 Minutes
sorenbarrett said:
This poem is bleeding in its rawness. It is a masterpiece of self revelation a baring of the soul not just to the world but to oneself. Nicely crafted it reveals what eyes do not want to see us stuck in time beyond our choice. A most lovely write and a fave
February 17th, 2026 04:51
sorenbarrett said:
This poem is bleeding in its rawness. It is a masterpiece of self revelation a baring of the soul not just to the world but to oneself. Nicely crafted it reveals what eyes do not want to see us stuck in time beyond our choice. A most lovely write and a fave
February 17th, 2026 04:51
Six Months, 23 Days, 14 Hours, 33 Minutes
orchidee said:
Good write F - a personal experience of yours?
February 17th, 2026 03:28
orchidee said:
Good write F - a personal experience of yours?
February 17th, 2026 03:28
Just Another Beautiful Monday
David Wakeling said:
This is real poetry. I like the rhyme and the mixture of common ordinary with the divine.Thats superb.Well done
February 16th, 2026 18:56
David Wakeling said:
This is real poetry. I like the rhyme and the mixture of common ordinary with the divine.Thats superb.Well done
February 16th, 2026 18:56
Just Another Beautiful Monday
soheil khodaparasti said:
This poem beautifully reframes an ordinary Monday as something sacred and full of quiet wonder. No day is “just another” if we choose to truly see it.
February 16th, 2026 12:16
soheil khodaparasti said:
This poem beautifully reframes an ordinary Monday as something sacred and full of quiet wonder. No day is “just another” if we choose to truly see it.
February 16th, 2026 12:16
Just Another Beautiful Monday
Paul Bell said:
You\'ve given mad Monday a brighter outlook, and the girl was really nice this morning, telling me my train was cancelled.
Still, the sun did pop its head out, so all is good with the world.
February 16th, 2026 09:40
Paul Bell said:
You\'ve given mad Monday a brighter outlook, and the girl was really nice this morning, telling me my train was cancelled.
Still, the sun did pop its head out, so all is good with the world.
February 16th, 2026 09:40
Just Another Beautiful Monday
sorenbarrett said:
A fave for brightening the day and a beautiful poem that beams with positive glow. Most lovely
February 16th, 2026 06:48
sorenbarrett said:
A fave for brightening the day and a beautiful poem that beams with positive glow. Most lovely
February 16th, 2026 06:48
My Dearest Dad—My World Has Crumbled Around Me.
aDarkerMind said:
if we gather the courage to rise from the scars.
a most beautiful poem.
one to fave for sure.
February 15th, 2026 09:43
aDarkerMind said:
if we gather the courage to rise from the scars.
a most beautiful poem.
one to fave for sure.
February 15th, 2026 09:43
Happy Valentine\'s Day, my poetic friends
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a warm pulse in this—no cheap roses, just real fellowship poured like good coffee.
You make love bigger than a couple’s whisper; you make it a table where everyone’s got a seat.
February 15th, 2026 09:05
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a warm pulse in this—no cheap roses, just real fellowship poured like good coffee.
You make love bigger than a couple’s whisper; you make it a table where everyone’s got a seat.
February 15th, 2026 09:05
Happy Valentine\'s Day, my poetic friends
Paul Bell said:
Nice to see a site cuddle on love day and hopefully many more to come.
February 14th, 2026 13:25
Paul Bell said:
Nice to see a site cuddle on love day and hopefully many more to come.
February 14th, 2026 13:25
Happy Valentine\'s Day, my poetic friends
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this feels like a communal embrace. From coffee-warm hands to playlists that spin our world…you turn Valentine’s Day into something broader and kinder. The tone is celebratory without being sugary. It honors connection in a grounded way. Lovely piece, dearest Friendship. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 14th, 2026 10:52
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this feels like a communal embrace. From coffee-warm hands to playlists that spin our world…you turn Valentine’s Day into something broader and kinder. The tone is celebratory without being sugary. It honors connection in a grounded way. Lovely piece, dearest Friendship. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 14th, 2026 10:52
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
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