Comments received on poems by Priya Tomar
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
Colours of shroud
sorenbarrett said:
I don not understand the the language but the process of watching creativity at work is poetic itself and mesmerizing. Lovely
August 22nd, 2025 05:03
sorenbarrett said:
I don not understand the the language but the process of watching creativity at work is poetic itself and mesmerizing. Lovely
August 22nd, 2025 05:03
Solitude is Blessing
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this one carries such quiet strength…solitude painted as treasure, as pearl, as sacred space. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛
August 20th, 2025 19:57
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this one carries such quiet strength…solitude painted as treasure, as pearl, as sacred space. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🦇🐦⬛
August 20th, 2025 19:57
Solitude is Blessing
RSM0812 said:
A lovely sonnet about spirituality and reality. Nice write.
August 20th, 2025 06:04
RSM0812 said:
A lovely sonnet about spirituality and reality. Nice write.
August 20th, 2025 06:04
Burning Letters
Tristan Robert Lange said:
A powerful piece, Priya. The bangles, anklets, and flute all carry such weight, turned fragile in the fire. You’ve woven sorrow and beauty together seamlessly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 19th, 2025 07:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
A powerful piece, Priya. The bangles, anklets, and flute all carry such weight, turned fragile in the fire. You’ve woven sorrow and beauty together seamlessly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 19th, 2025 07:23
Burning Letters
arqios said:
Somehow brings to mind Hamelin and a sort of pied piper; surely a Fave🙏🏻🕊
August 18th, 2025 16:16
arqios said:
Somehow brings to mind Hamelin and a sort of pied piper; surely a Fave🙏🏻🕊
August 18th, 2025 16:16
Burning Letters
sorenbarrett said:
I may be reaching too far here but to me this poem brings images of Indian tradition, of innocent violation, purification by the burning with fire. So many symbolic images here. We are all in some ways burned by tradition being placed on its pyre. Lovely and a fave
August 18th, 2025 15:07
sorenbarrett said:
I may be reaching too far here but to me this poem brings images of Indian tradition, of innocent violation, purification by the burning with fire. So many symbolic images here. We are all in some ways burned by tradition being placed on its pyre. Lovely and a fave
August 18th, 2025 15:07
Burning Letters
Lorenz said:
Your poetry has that breath where I find the burning words of those cursed poets my brothers .
August 18th, 2025 12:45
Lorenz said:
Your poetry has that breath where I find the burning words of those cursed poets my brothers .
August 18th, 2025 12:45
From warm to Storm
Paul Bell said:
What started as a whirlwind romance ended in tragedy, me thinks.
The journey though short still asks the reader what happened, but the answer might not be what we want to hear.
August 17th, 2025 07:20
Paul Bell said:
What started as a whirlwind romance ended in tragedy, me thinks.
The journey though short still asks the reader what happened, but the answer might not be what we want to hear.
August 17th, 2025 07:20
From warm to Storm
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, This poem moves from tender warmth into heartbreak so seamlessly…the seasons turning right alongside love’s rise and fall. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 17th, 2025 07:18
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, This poem moves from tender warmth into heartbreak so seamlessly…the seasons turning right alongside love’s rise and fall. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 17th, 2025 07:18
From warm to Storm
Poetic Licence said:
A sad write of the journey from being in the sun to standing in rain, wonderfully written, enjoyed the read
August 17th, 2025 04:39
Poetic Licence said:
A sad write of the journey from being in the sun to standing in rain, wonderfully written, enjoyed the read
August 17th, 2025 04:39
From warm to Storm
sorenbarrett said:
Here in this poem a running through the months that started in December and end in June making my mind wonder why start on the 12th month and end on the sixth month is there some significance that I am not seeing or is it merely circumstantial. A fun read of development of a relationship.
August 17th, 2025 04:35
sorenbarrett said:
Here in this poem a running through the months that started in December and end in June making my mind wonder why start on the 12th month and end on the sixth month is there some significance that I am not seeing or is it merely circumstantial. A fun read of development of a relationship.
August 17th, 2025 04:35
The Colour Rhyme
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this reads like a fable wrapped in vivid threads. The colors pull you in, but the story underneath is sharp and unflinching. That closing indigo line ties it all together beautifully, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 11th, 2025 19:37
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Priya, this reads like a fable wrapped in vivid threads. The colors pull you in, but the story underneath is sharp and unflinching. That closing indigo line ties it all together beautifully, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 11th, 2025 19:37
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