Comments received on poems by Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS
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
RÊVE / DREAM ♬
sorenbarrett said:
This to me speaks of letting go into daydreams and hopes and beliefs that lie beyond the rush of reality. A Walter Mitty if you would. Nicely written
February 27th, 2026 05:17
sorenbarrett said:
This to me speaks of letting go into daydreams and hopes and beliefs that lie beyond the rush of reality. A Walter Mitty if you would. Nicely written
February 27th, 2026 05:17
WHISPERING
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this feels gentle and intimate…like a quiet confession set to melody. The repetition of whispering gives it softness without losing depth. Ending simply on “souls” lets it breathe. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 26th, 2026 11:08
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Carlos, this feels gentle and intimate…like a quiet confession set to melody. The repetition of whispering gives it softness without losing depth. Ending simply on “souls” lets it breathe. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
February 26th, 2026 11:08
WHISPERING
sorenbarrett said:
Nicely written it speaks of poetry and songs that are closely related. Well done
February 24th, 2026 14:38
sorenbarrett said:
Nicely written it speaks of poetry and songs that are closely related. Well done
February 24th, 2026 14:38
FRAYED / DESHILACHADOS
sorenbarrett said:
All too true it serves not only as a physical statement of fact but a metaphor that speaks to the will and soul where also with time we are worn. Well written and a fave
February 24th, 2026 07:07
sorenbarrett said:
All too true it serves not only as a physical statement of fact but a metaphor that speaks to the will and soul where also with time we are worn. Well written and a fave
February 24th, 2026 07:07
FRAYED / DESHILACHADOS
Demar Desu said:
what made you translate this in japanese?
February 24th, 2026 06:33
Demar Desu said:
what made you translate this in japanese?
February 24th, 2026 06:33
AFFECTED
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful rivulets of words that drip off each line, Nicely worked this poem pours
February 22nd, 2026 16:31
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful rivulets of words that drip off each line, Nicely worked this poem pours
February 22nd, 2026 16:31
And the wind
Soman Ragavan said:
Captivating words of sadness, of the feeling of unachieved, of a love that eludes oneself. Seeing life go by, knowing the days are numbered...
February 22nd, 2026 08:05
Soman Ragavan said:
Captivating words of sadness, of the feeling of unachieved, of a love that eludes oneself. Seeing life go by, knowing the days are numbered...
February 22nd, 2026 08:05
And the wind
sorenbarrett said:
So sad it feels forlorn and forsaken. A poem of love unrequited lost somewhere in a past and carried as a burden to the present. It feels almost spiritual. A lovely write and a fave
February 22nd, 2026 06:46
sorenbarrett said:
So sad it feels forlorn and forsaken. A poem of love unrequited lost somewhere in a past and carried as a burden to the present. It feels almost spiritual. A lovely write and a fave
February 22nd, 2026 06:46
SLEEP, SLEEP
sorenbarrett said:
Chilling. This poem haunts with what should be warm and secure it instead sends a mixed message of comfort but loss and of a better place but letting go. Death is not to be feared but neither longed for. When this world becomes so cold that death is warmer tis time to leave. A haunting feeling
February 18th, 2026 15:06
sorenbarrett said:
Chilling. This poem haunts with what should be warm and secure it instead sends a mixed message of comfort but loss and of a better place but letting go. Death is not to be feared but neither longed for. When this world becomes so cold that death is warmer tis time to leave. A haunting feeling
February 18th, 2026 15:06
CIRCULAR Copyleft
sorenbarrett said:
Almost Buddhist in nature it speaks of giving up all possessions to find peace a lovely poem Carlos
February 17th, 2026 07:45
sorenbarrett said:
Almost Buddhist in nature it speaks of giving up all possessions to find peace a lovely poem Carlos
February 17th, 2026 07:45
Musics
sorenbarrett said:
Short but oh so sweet this poem has an aroma that can be smelled as it is savored. Nicely done
February 16th, 2026 08:30
sorenbarrett said:
Short but oh so sweet this poem has an aroma that can be smelled as it is savored. Nicely done
February 16th, 2026 08:30
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