Comments received on poems by Priya Tomar
Haiku
sorenbarrett said:
Three beautiful haikus each with their own merit and the last with thorns. Loved them all.
A stem bent with dew
kisses the lowest of all
but springs back anew
September 12th, 2025 11:06
sorenbarrett said:
Three beautiful haikus each with their own merit and the last with thorns. Loved them all.
A stem bent with dew
kisses the lowest of all
but springs back anew
September 12th, 2025 11:06
Siblings (Haiku)
Navjot Singh Nagra said:
Very meaningful and deep thought, very good one...
September 12th, 2025 04:54
Navjot Singh Nagra said:
Very meaningful and deep thought, very good one...
September 12th, 2025 04:54
Perception(Haiku)
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Lovely and profound! Wonderful job, Priya! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 11th, 2025 21:07
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Lovely and profound! Wonderful job, Priya! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 11th, 2025 21:07
Perception(Haiku)
sorenbarrett said:
Indeed we all do sing and cry changing our heart yet all remains the same. A lovely Haiku
September 11th, 2025 13:11
sorenbarrett said:
Indeed we all do sing and cry changing our heart yet all remains the same. A lovely Haiku
September 11th, 2025 13:11
Nobody is mine
Anmol Sinha said:
I also have Masters in English Literature.
Loved your poem.
September 11th, 2025 10:17
Anmol Sinha said:
I also have Masters in English Literature.
Loved your poem.
September 11th, 2025 10:17
Siblings (Haiku)
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wonderfully written this Senryu is, my dear friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 10th, 2025 18:42
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wonderfully written this Senryu is, my dear friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 10th, 2025 18:42
Siblings (Haiku)
Teddy.15 said:
My relationship with my siblings is incredibly tragic, but it doesn\'t mean I cannot appreciate your beautiful work. Kudos. 🌹
September 10th, 2025 13:12
Teddy.15 said:
My relationship with my siblings is incredibly tragic, but it doesn\'t mean I cannot appreciate your beautiful work. Kudos. 🌹
September 10th, 2025 13:12
Siblings (Haiku)
Kevin Hulme said:
A Volume in so little words . Well Said.
September 10th, 2025 11:59
Kevin Hulme said:
A Volume in so little words . Well Said.
September 10th, 2025 11:59
Siblings (Haiku)
Lorenz said:
Soothing image of Rama and Sita !
Your haiku puzzles my gemini mind !
September 10th, 2025 09:54
Lorenz said:
Soothing image of Rama and Sita !
Your haiku puzzles my gemini mind !
September 10th, 2025 09:54
Siblings (Haiku)
sorenbarrett said:
What a wonderful senryu is woven in this relationship between half sisters. Nicely written
September 10th, 2025 08:16
sorenbarrett said:
What a wonderful senryu is woven in this relationship between half sisters. Nicely written
September 10th, 2025 08:16
Nobody is mine
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this carries such strength…solitude turned into sanctuary, self turned into healing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 9th, 2025 09:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this carries such strength…solitude turned into sanctuary, self turned into healing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 9th, 2025 09:23
Nobody is mine
sorenbarrett said:
Sad. When nobody wants you, you must fall back upon wanting oneself and so I take the last part (that makes me happy). If so you are free. The poem still carries a sense of loneliness and thus I said sad. Nicely written
September 8th, 2025 11:46
sorenbarrett said:
Sad. When nobody wants you, you must fall back upon wanting oneself and so I take the last part (that makes me happy). If so you are free. The poem still carries a sense of loneliness and thus I said sad. Nicely written
September 8th, 2025 11:46
Burning Letters
NafisaSB said:
Deeply moving and touching. Sad but tells a hidden tale
September 7th, 2025 19:23
NafisaSB said:
Deeply moving and touching. Sad but tells a hidden tale
September 7th, 2025 19:23
War in the wild
RSM0812 said:
A thougjt provoking write. Great imagery and over all nickey written. I enjoyed this quite a lot.
September 3rd, 2025 05:39
RSM0812 said:
A thougjt provoking write. Great imagery and over all nickey written. I enjoyed this quite a lot.
September 3rd, 2025 05:39
War in the wild
NafisaSB said:
The mighty think they are always right and are never aware of the silent and subdued people’s plight. - well brought out in this poem
September 2nd, 2025 07:17
NafisaSB said:
The mighty think they are always right and are never aware of the silent and subdued people’s plight. - well brought out in this poem
September 2nd, 2025 07:17
From warm to Storm
Diana . said:
I really liked your poems...
Keep shining ..
August 31st, 2025 10:55
Diana . said:
I really liked your poems...
Keep shining ..
August 31st, 2025 10:55
Let Me Live in my World
Diana . said:
Beautifully written.I love when poets rhyme their poem...That\'s the poetry for me ..
August 31st, 2025 10:54
Diana . said:
Beautifully written.I love when poets rhyme their poem...That\'s the poetry for me ..
August 31st, 2025 10:54
Wind of Verses
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this is lovely…the way you thread subjects and languages into a tapestry of verses feels both playful and reverent. A joy to read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 26th, 2025 08:09
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this is lovely…the way you thread subjects and languages into a tapestry of verses feels both playful and reverent. A joy to read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 26th, 2025 08:09
Monsoon musings
arqios said:
These monsoon musings unfurl like the first warm rain after a long, thirsty summer; every drop a note in a soft raga for the senses.
I can almost feel the damp, salt‑sweet breath off Malabar’s coast, the air so lush it clings like silk.
The “tinkling silver bells” and “cuckoo’s magic” dance through the green in playful syncopation,
while fig leaves applaud in sudden gusts. There’s a tenderness in those “green laps” and “milky breast.”
It\'s a welcome that feels both intimate and infinite, the way the monsoon cradles all it touches.
It’s a love letter written in rain, and the ink never runs.
August 23rd, 2025 18:02
arqios said:
These monsoon musings unfurl like the first warm rain after a long, thirsty summer; every drop a note in a soft raga for the senses.
I can almost feel the damp, salt‑sweet breath off Malabar’s coast, the air so lush it clings like silk.
The “tinkling silver bells” and “cuckoo’s magic” dance through the green in playful syncopation,
while fig leaves applaud in sudden gusts. There’s a tenderness in those “green laps” and “milky breast.”
It\'s a welcome that feels both intimate and infinite, the way the monsoon cradles all it touches.
It’s a love letter written in rain, and the ink never runs.
August 23rd, 2025 18:02
Monsoon musings
sorenbarrett said:
Always wished I could read Greek the last two lines I could read were tantalizingly beautiful
August 23rd, 2025 04:13
sorenbarrett said:
Always wished I could read Greek the last two lines I could read were tantalizingly beautiful
August 23rd, 2025 04:13
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