Comments received on poems by soheil khodaparasti



Chameleon
sorenbarrett said:

We have had chameleons and they are wonderful and most beautiful creatures but I think this poem goes deeper than the skin. We all disguise things through change when we are out and blend into our surroundings sometimes forgetting who we really are. Nicely written and a wonderful metaphor.

October 23rd, 2026 16:52

Voyager or Vessel?
sorenbarrett said:

A question worth asking. At first read they would appear the same but upon further contemplation they are vastly different, The difference between brainwaves and a dream, of mind and the brain. Nicely conceived it speaks this and more in an economy of words and that is what poetry is. Well done

October 22nd, 2026 13:03

Intelligence: An Index of Being Civilized!
Paul Bell said:

I would say most animals are above us.
This might be through need, not greed like us humans.

October 17th, 2026 05:49

Intelligence: An Index of Being Civilized!
sorenbarrett said:

This write is so deeply philosophical and at the same time social its complexity lies in the wording as well as the comparison. There is a reason why we say horse sense meaning common sense for amongst humans it is not common. Why we focus on the outside of the skin when what matters is beneath the skin continues to amaze me. A lovely write my friend.

October 16th, 2026 12:53

Sunder and Sow
Dog days said:

Wow Mr. Soheil a very nice little poem. I like the urdu ( if I am not wrong, sry) writing here too. A fave.

October 7th, 2026 06:01

What No Longer Fits
Thomas W Case said:

Superb

September 29th, 2026 08:38

What No Longer Fits
Thomas W Case said:

Excellent work.

September 20th, 2026 07:24

What No Longer Fits
sorenbarrett said:

A lovely write Soheil the poem itself a growth from a seed has outgrown its frame. It is interesting to me that those photos no matter how expansive the lens are only a small fraction of the reality that surrounds them. Reality outgrows the picture. So it is with us and all of life. Change the only constant and in it we return as the ouroboros to where we began.

September 15th, 2026 04:31

Beyond the Border
2781 said:

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

September 13th, 2026 06:40

Seize the Day
2781 said:

But still the clock is ticking.

September 8th, 2026 08:21

Seize the Day
sorenbarrett said:

A strong write my friend. There is a call to the army to enter the fortress of time and pillage it, take all of worth and leave nothing. Most powerful.

September 8th, 2026 08:19

Beyond the Border
Thomas W Case said:

There’s a damn profound meditation here on freedom, where the walls gradually shift from physical barriers like the Bastille and Berlin to the invisible walls we carry inside ourselves. The final movement from love to poetry to beauty to understanding to “becoming” is what gives the poem its real power—it suggests that sometimes the freedom we spend our lives searching for outside us is the slow, painful freedom of finally becoming fully ourselves.

September 8th, 2026 07:37

Beyond the Border
Shahla Latifi said:

A poetic reflection on the depth of one who is awake in the midst of the turbulence of life and living souls.

September 6th, 2026 18:41

Nature or Brick
Friendship said:

Nicely written

September 6th, 2026 16:47

Nature or Brick
Thomas W Case said:

There’s a damn thoughtful philosophical core here, using clay, brick, and the brickmaker’s hand to wrestle with the old question of nature versus destiny without settling for either one. The closing “brick by brick, / still / becoming” is the keeper—it brings the whole argument back to agency, suggesting we inherit the material, but the house is still something we build.

September 6th, 2026 07:45

Nature or Brick
soheil khodaparasti said:

Yes, I see what you mean, and I really like that perspective. Perhaps the clay is given to us by nature, while nurture provides the hands, the environment, and the experiences that shape us. And as we grow, we sometimes begin to shape the bricks ourselves.

We are neither simply the clay nor the hands that shape it, but the becoming that emerges between the two.

September 6th, 2026 05:18

Nature or Brick
sorenbarrett said:

Nature or nurture always a question and it seems that bricks themselves made of clay and fire are themselves nature and so it may not be a question at all, all being the same. Nicely written with a great metaphor my friend.

September 5th, 2026 17:38

Beyond the Border
sorenbarrett said:

A poem of growth and the poetry in it. I particularly was struck by the passage:
\"that to love,
you do not need to possess;
to let go,
you do not need to forget;
and to be free,
you do not need
all the borders of the world
and all the towering walls
of prejudice and domination
to come crashing down.\"
Love is accepting differences not always embracing them. Very nicely written Soheil

September 3rd, 2026 03:49

Beyond the Border
Kaz said:

Love this, very wise and very beautiful

September 3rd, 2026 03:22

The Art of Staying Alive
Paul Bell said:

They always say, if you wake up tomorrow it will be a great day.
If you don\'t wake up, it\'s someone elses problem.

September 2nd, 2026 08:23

The Sea of Worry
Thomas W Case said:

There’s a damn strong central metaphor here, and the repeated “as though” effectively builds the speaker’s frustration with easy prescriptions for something that lives much deeper. The final turn is the keeper—the harder we thrash against the sea, the deeper we sink, which gives the poem a bleak but honest understanding of worry.

September 1st, 2026 06:44

The Art of Staying Alive
Thomas W Case said:

There’s a damn strong survival philosophy here, especially in the refusal to wait for the world to become kinder before choosing to live. The final image of becoming “a gardener in the desert” is the poem’s real strength—it turns endurance into an act of creation.

August 30th, 2026 06:44

The Art of Staying Alive
Thomas W Case said:

There’s a damn sturdy wisdom in this, refusing the easy lie that the world will suddenly become kind or beautiful. “You can be a gardener in the desert” is the line that earns the whole poem—it turns endurance from passive survival into an act of defiance.

August 25th, 2026 07:06

The Art of Staying Alive
Teddy.15 said:

We all should make our own garden, different taste different preferences and all, love the message in here. 🌹

August 22nd, 2026 17:35

The Art of Staying Alive
sorenbarrett said:

There is individual control in this poem a sense of being one\'s own master and I like that. Well done Soheil

August 21st, 2026 04:19

Immersion: Lessons in the Deep
sorenbarrett said:

A great metaphor for many types of learning I put children in swimming lessons when they were small because I did not want to have one drown. My youngest daughter started when she was barely walking and was the best swimmer of them all holding her breath for long periods swimming along the bottom. Later we would all swim off the beach out to the reef and stay for an hour or so snorkeling to see the fish. But knowing to swim can be a danger too when one over estimates and I remember my oldest son going out right after a hurricane to board the waves. I could not bear to watch for I knew I was not a strong enough swimmer to be of any use if he got in trouble. Lovely Soheil

August 20th, 2026 07:13

Never
sorenbarrett said:

Nicely written despair is never a welcome guest it always comes and stays although unwelcome just like some relatives. As a landlord it would be unbearable.

August 18th, 2026 10:53

The Sea of Worry
sorenbarrett said:

A true write that although distraction can serve momentarily when it ends the problem remains. Deal with the problem is the most logical but not always the easiest. A most interesting write Soheil. For years I have worked with people with anxiety and it is often one of the most difficult problems to heal.

August 17th, 2026 11:29

Sunder and Sow
sorenbarrett said:

Once again you have distilled emotions into images. You are very good at this and it is most poetic.

August 16th, 2026 04:41

Nails of Memory
sorenbarrett said:

A great metaphor again my friend. Nails of memory some driven flat and others protruding that wound from time to time. To pull them might prove difficult and even if possible with out them breaking off would leave a hole and may loosen what they hold. Better to hammer them back in. A wonderful write Soheil

August 15th, 2026 08:54

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