Comments received on poems by Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS
Amour inconnu (Operetta)
sorenbarrett said:
So glad that you included an English version although I understand Spanish my French is pathetic. A sad write of loving the wrong person and exhausting oneself in a battle that is doomed. Well done
March 16th, 2026 16:25
sorenbarrett said:
So glad that you included an English version although I understand Spanish my French is pathetic. A sad write of loving the wrong person and exhausting oneself in a battle that is doomed. Well done
March 16th, 2026 16:25
Light
sorenbarrett said:
You are right living is a luxury that most take for granted and few appreciate. A lovely write
March 14th, 2026 04:03
sorenbarrett said:
You are right living is a luxury that most take for granted and few appreciate. A lovely write
March 14th, 2026 04:03
ONE MORE DAY
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that characterizes dreams so well from gentleness of dreams to the colors of bubbles that shift with light. It is the last two lines that make this poem for me. Sometimes dreams should remain dreams and why so we can believe in a Paradise that is like the rainbow on the bubble. A fave
March 13th, 2026 09:14
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that characterizes dreams so well from gentleness of dreams to the colors of bubbles that shift with light. It is the last two lines that make this poem for me. Sometimes dreams should remain dreams and why so we can believe in a Paradise that is like the rainbow on the bubble. A fave
March 13th, 2026 09:14
ONE MORE DAY
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, I really appreciate the calm tone running through this poem… time passing, dreams appearing and fading, hope quietly filling the spaces life leaves open. The idea that some dreams are meant to remain dreams is a thoughtful closing reflection. Lovely piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
March 13th, 2026 09:11
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, I really appreciate the calm tone running through this poem… time passing, dreams appearing and fading, hope quietly filling the spaces life leaves open. The idea that some dreams are meant to remain dreams is a thoughtful closing reflection. Lovely piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
March 13th, 2026 09:11
white / Blanco
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this is a beautiful meditation on purity and stillness…the repetition of white creating a space of quiet clarity. I especially loved the movement toward the innocence of childhood and the simple heart that needs no adornment. A gentle and reflective poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 12th, 2026 09:10
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this is a beautiful meditation on purity and stillness…the repetition of white creating a space of quiet clarity. I especially loved the movement toward the innocence of childhood and the simple heart that needs no adornment. A gentle and reflective poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 12th, 2026 09:10
white / Blanco
sorenbarrett said:
What I take from this is childhood innocence that sometimes extends beyond years we are in a white house where all is clean. The implication is that as we grow older this changes and our house is dirtied with grays, browns and even black. Such a beautiful picture from a child\'s eyes.
March 11th, 2026 08:30
sorenbarrett said:
What I take from this is childhood innocence that sometimes extends beyond years we are in a white house where all is clean. The implication is that as we grow older this changes and our house is dirtied with grays, browns and even black. Such a beautiful picture from a child\'s eyes.
March 11th, 2026 08:30
Extasis
vicecream said:
una poema que tiene una verdad profundo, y al mismo tiempo, es personal y imaginativo. me encanta
March 10th, 2026 10:29
vicecream said:
una poema que tiene una verdad profundo, y al mismo tiempo, es personal y imaginativo. me encanta
March 10th, 2026 10:29
Extasis
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, that image of a small body of water giving way to something larger really stayed with me. It feels like pressure building just beneath the surface…held together by sheer will. The calm tone makes the tension even stronger. Nicely done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 10th, 2026 09:48
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, that image of a small body of water giving way to something larger really stayed with me. It feels like pressure building just beneath the surface…held together by sheer will. The calm tone makes the tension even stronger. Nicely done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 10th, 2026 09:48
Extasis
sorenbarrett said:
A lovely peaceful feeling and one of joy. Uplifting and free it calls out to be heard. I loved it
March 10th, 2026 07:00
sorenbarrett said:
A lovely peaceful feeling and one of joy. Uplifting and free it calls out to be heard. I loved it
March 10th, 2026 07:00
CARESES
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of poetry. Where we all have our views and lives that we share in part and are understood in part. A lovely write
March 9th, 2026 08:56
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of poetry. Where we all have our views and lives that we share in part and are understood in part. A lovely write
March 9th, 2026 08:56
CARESES
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, the way you describe poetry as a place filled with feeling and shared hearts resonates strongly. Anyone who reads or writes poems knows that quiet sense of stepping into another soul’s world for a moment. Your piece captures that feeling with sincerity. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 9th, 2026 08:39
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, the way you describe poetry as a place filled with feeling and shared hearts resonates strongly. Anyone who reads or writes poems knows that quiet sense of stepping into another soul’s world for a moment. Your piece captures that feeling with sincerity. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 9th, 2026 08:39
THE KEY OF GOODNESS
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, the image of the “flower of the heart” opening with the key of goodness really stayed with me. It’s simple but powerful…love becoming something living and blooming within us. That image carries the spirit of the whole poem. Lovely work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 7th, 2026 09:54
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, the image of the “flower of the heart” opening with the key of goodness really stayed with me. It’s simple but powerful…love becoming something living and blooming within us. That image carries the spirit of the whole poem. Lovely work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 7th, 2026 09:54
THAT
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this reads like a meditation on being alive in the middle a whirlwind. The image of walking through the “jungle of each day” captures that perfectly…life tangled, chaotic, yet still something we keep moving through. There’s strength in that quiet persistence. Really enjoyed this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 7th, 2026 09:43
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this reads like a meditation on being alive in the middle a whirlwind. The image of walking through the “jungle of each day” captures that perfectly…life tangled, chaotic, yet still something we keep moving through. There’s strength in that quiet persistence. Really enjoyed this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 7th, 2026 09:43
THE KEY OF GOODNESS
sorenbarrett said:
Beautiful thoughts and goals. Most lovely
March 7th, 2026 09:05
sorenbarrett said:
Beautiful thoughts and goals. Most lovely
March 7th, 2026 09:05
THAT
sorenbarrett said:
Carpe diem they say and it is true live each day as if it were your last. Suck the marrow from the bone, squeeze the last bit of juice out of it. Fight the good fight and be yourself. Lovely
March 6th, 2026 16:26
sorenbarrett said:
Carpe diem they say and it is true live each day as if it were your last. Suck the marrow from the bone, squeeze the last bit of juice out of it. Fight the good fight and be yourself. Lovely
March 6th, 2026 16:26
Smudged Loves
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, there’s a quiet ache moving through this poem…hearts calling out, love blurred by tears, voices fading into silence. The repetition reinforces that feeling of longing that never quite finds its echo. The final line gathers all of that sadness into one clear thought: “Love that no one will reflect back into their hearts.” A poignant piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 5th, 2026 16:06
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, there’s a quiet ache moving through this poem…hearts calling out, love blurred by tears, voices fading into silence. The repetition reinforces that feeling of longing that never quite finds its echo. The final line gathers all of that sadness into one clear thought: “Love that no one will reflect back into their hearts.” A poignant piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 5th, 2026 16:06
Smudged Loves
sorenbarrett said:
This poem calls out of darkness and forgotten memories remembered only by the lost. It is dark and mournful calling out of darkness but not heard. A sad write. Nicely done
March 5th, 2026 06:53
sorenbarrett said:
This poem calls out of darkness and forgotten memories remembered only by the lost. It is dark and mournful calling out of darkness but not heard. A sad write. Nicely done
March 5th, 2026 06:53
幸福の波
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, I love that you wrote this Japanese. This feels like a meditation on life’s journey… gathering gifts, accepting pain, and learning gratitude as the tides move in and out. The imagery of waves, breath, and walking toward the end carries a calm sense of acceptance. By the time we reach the final vision the poem feels almost luminous. Beautiful reflection, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 4th, 2026 12:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, I love that you wrote this Japanese. This feels like a meditation on life’s journey… gathering gifts, accepting pain, and learning gratitude as the tides move in and out. The imagery of waves, breath, and walking toward the end carries a calm sense of acceptance. By the time we reach the final vision the poem feels almost luminous. Beautiful reflection, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 4th, 2026 12:55
WAVES / OLAS
sorenbarrett said:
This poem explores the aspect of waves from a simple waving of a hand to that of light, of the ocean, of sound. Everything is a wave and here its vastness is explored in this poem in most poetic form. Nicely done
March 2nd, 2026 11:21
sorenbarrett said:
This poem explores the aspect of waves from a simple waving of a hand to that of light, of the ocean, of sound. Everything is a wave and here its vastness is explored in this poem in most poetic form. Nicely done
March 2nd, 2026 11:21
WAVES / OLAS
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, reading this felt like standing at the edge of something larger than myself. The blending of city and sea, light and prayer…that inner tone you describe feels contemplative and lived. It carries a quiet spiritual current. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 2nd, 2026 11:02
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, reading this felt like standing at the edge of something larger than myself. The blending of city and sea, light and prayer…that inner tone you describe feels contemplative and lived. It carries a quiet spiritual current. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 2nd, 2026 11:02
NECTAR
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this feels expansive…like a meditation carried on a tide. “Everything flows, nothing dies: everything transforms incessantly.” lands with quiet conviction. It reads reflective, almost philosophical, yet still rooted in the body. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 1st, 2026 08:33
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this feels expansive…like a meditation carried on a tide. “Everything flows, nothing dies: everything transforms incessantly.” lands with quiet conviction. It reads reflective, almost philosophical, yet still rooted in the body. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 1st, 2026 08:33
NECTAR
sorenbarrett said:
This poem beyond love is a deep dive into a reflection and the going beyond. Nicely written
March 1st, 2026 05:55
sorenbarrett said:
This poem beyond love is a deep dive into a reflection and the going beyond. Nicely written
March 1st, 2026 05:55
And the wind
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this carries such a quiet ache… the repetition of love never arriving feels heavy but restrained. It doesn’t shout its loneliness, it breathes it. The wind image gives it motion even in stillness. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 28th, 2026 18:55
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this carries such a quiet ache… the repetition of love never arriving feels heavy but restrained. It doesn’t shout its loneliness, it breathes it. The wind image gives it motion even in stillness. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 28th, 2026 18:55
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