Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



In This Land
Priya Tomar said:

Excellent write !

September 11th, 2025 09:30

In This Land
sorenbarrett said:

A powerful poem with some great lines and concepts. One that stands out particularly to me is:
Who\'s free while still entombed?
Whose fears ever find release?
We are all exiled from the womb.
Death owns us, we have no peace.

Very nicely worded my friend

September 11th, 2025 08:44

Original Sin
NafisaSB said:

it is true that there are some such who breathe fire on all ordinary mortals with sad results
beautifully explained

September 11th, 2025 00:52

Under the Corn Moon Spell
Thomas W Case said:

Powerful imagery.

September 10th, 2025 08:53

Under the Corn Moon Spell
Tom Dylan said:

A great write, love the way its laid out on the page.

September 10th, 2025 06:11

Under the Corn Moon Spell
NinjaGirl said:

That\'s a pretty sweet photo! I love the way you experiment with shape and form. There\'s always something most haunting from nature...

September 9th, 2025 19:50

Under the Corn Moon Spell
Teddy.15 said:

Tristan this gave me goosebumps, I also took loads of photos but here in Italy I saw the eclipse but not the red moon. 🌹

September 9th, 2025 15:38

Under the Corn Moon Spell
Tony Grannell said:

Dear, Tristan,

Honestly, I didn\'t try to analyse this. I really enjoyed it for what it is; a poem full of the horrors of night. Obviously you are in your element for it is brilliantly composed. If I can\'t sleep tonight, it\'s your fault.

Sweet dreams?

Tony.

September 9th, 2025 10:54

Under the Corn Moon Spell
orchidee said:

I thought this was gonna be about my corn - corny - jokes! lol.

September 9th, 2025 10:53

Under the Corn Moon Spell
Friendship said:

Wow, an amazing poem, my friend. This poem explores themes of fear, mortality, and the struggle between the natural and the supernatural. It presents a vivid confrontation with death and the primal instincts that arise in the face of existential dread. It is set against the imagery of a dark, foreboding night under a full moon, where the poet experiences a transformative encounter with death, embodied as a predator. The poem evokes feelings of terror and vulnerability, highlighting the fragility of existence.

September 9th, 2025 10:50

Original Sin
orchidee said:

Oops! Sent empty message by mistake. So I didn\'t answer that! lol.

September 9th, 2025 10:47

Under the Corn Moon Spell
rebellion_in_sanity said:

Took me three reads to crystalize the impression it left on my mind.
I felt ( I am sure quite erroneously) it depicted the visceral process of loss of innocence as we grow up. It almost drew the picture of struggle...

September 9th, 2025 08:57

Under the Corn Moon Spell
2781 said:

We had a blood moon Saturday or Sunday night?
I slept through it!

September 9th, 2025 08:06

Under the Corn Moon Spell
C.W. Bleu said:

Fantastic poem. The first thing that came to mind was the first drive-in movie I remember seeing way back when, An American Werewolf in London. Not sure if that\'s what you were going for but that\'s how it reads to me.

September 9th, 2025 07:07

Under the Corn Moon Spell
sorenbarrett said:

Harrowing, haunting, hair raising a poem of darkness with things that go bump in the night. It holds the feeling of fear and trepidation. Nicely penned with great experimental formatting.

September 9th, 2025 06:24

The Usurper\'s Call
NinjaGirl said:

A good arrogant character, well-written

September 8th, 2025 18:35

The Usurper\'s Call
Friendship said:

The poem reflects on the dangers of false humility and the hypocrisy that can arise in the guise of spiritual or moral superiority. It critiques individuals who occupy positions of authority or influence while lacking genuine virtue, ultimately suggesting that such pretentiousness will lead to a downfall

September 8th, 2025 15:30

The Usurper\'s Call
Fina Elara πŸŒ™ -Petra Patrice said:

I love the clever wordplay and ironic tone very impactful. Sharp imagery β€˜riding atop a horse named Grace’ is brilliant!”

September 8th, 2025 12:29

The Usurper\'s Call
Teddy.15 said:

Your last lines nailed it! Brilliant 🌹

September 8th, 2025 08:55

The Usurper\'s Call
sorenbarrett said:

Hanging humility on the loose nail of pretense often results in one\'s pants falling down. A fun read Tristan with more metaphor than I was in for. Well penned my friend

September 8th, 2025 07:51

The Usurper\'s Call
orchidee said:

Popeye\'s not usurped anything. He\'s had it from the start. Had what? Don\'t answer that of course! lol.

September 8th, 2025 07:37

The Usurper\'s Call
arqios said:

Nice one! With Grace as a horse, how would we handle her and for how long? Very interesting to follow the thinking trail here. πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™

September 8th, 2025 07:29

Original Sin
Neville said:



Very well through and executed my friend .. it say\'s it exactly as it is .. n that\'s most probably a fact .. Neville πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸ¦β€β¬›πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸˆβ€β¬›πŸ¦β€β¬›πŸ–€πŸ‘

September 8th, 2025 05:30

Original Sin
orchidee said:



September 8th, 2025 02:33

Original Sin
orchidee said:

I\'ve not looked into this poem too deeply. You can tell I haven\'t, with my inane comment: This sounds like it could refer to Popeye. Not now, Popeye, you get in everywhere. lol. (he would, of course).

September 8th, 2025 02:33

Original Sin
arqios said:

\"enkindled\" now there is a word and a half! An excellent start to the week!

September 7th, 2025 17:12

Original Sin
NinjaGirl said:

I feel like individuals who turn away from God deny a generation from God\'s power. This is a very interesting poem, well done

September 7th, 2025 16:57

Original Sin
Teddy.15 said:

I\'d say that this is you...

he was an incredible,
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Everyone has their own idea about what sin means, some even call it curiosity! 🀣 Wonderful poem.

September 7th, 2025 15:37

Original Sin
GenXer Shamrocker ☘️ said:

Powerful write Tristan

September 7th, 2025 13:24

The Sparsity of Sand
Tony Grannell said:

Dear, Tristan,

The \'forever twilight\' can drive a fellow mad, like purgatory, that awful waiting game, pleading for forgiveness whilst the world abandons you. The only hope in Bastet\'s eyes, watching you, seeing you and a way to find love. A remarkable poem from a remarkable poet.

Wishing you all the very best,

Tony.

September 7th, 2025 11:19

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