Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



Got That Out
arqios said:

Here is a raw, primal, and defiantly honest poetic equivalent of a scream into the void—part rage, part release, and completely unapologetic. There’s something universally human about that moment of boiling over and finally letting it rip, no filter, no finesse. Just truth, snarling and unshackled.

June 19th, 2025 08:09

Got That Out
Cheeky Missy said:

Yes....yes... YES!!! There is indeed that subtle murmur of something rumbling, shifting, rising, struggling, trying to force its head above the murky waters of whatever, to breathe, inhale deep, purifying mouthfuls of air. Yet, the age-old question: HOW? Gorgeously rendered with excellent imagery and an irresistible poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

June 19th, 2025 07:54

In the Legs of Loss
Teddy.15 said:

Quite magnificent drama. 🌹

June 19th, 2025 00:57

In the Legs of Loss
Tony36 said:

Excellent write Tristan

June 18th, 2025 18:44

In the Legs of Loss
wildecho14 said:

This piece is hauntingly intimate. The progression from mind to body to soul feels like a slow unraveling, each layer more raw than the last. I’m especially struck by the mythic undertones like Eros, wyrd, enigma, woven with such vulnerability. Thank you for sharing something so soul-bared and visceral.

June 18th, 2025 13:08

In the Legs of Loss
orchidee said:

Aww, Popeye couldn\'t unravel the cryptic meanings in this! lol.

June 18th, 2025 10:59

In the Legs of Loss
Poetic Licence said:

Raw, passionate declaration off everything they gave culminating in the, ,pouring out of the soul, nicely done

June 18th, 2025 09:51

In the Legs of Loss
Doggerel Dave said:

Didn\'t quite work out, huh?

Underneath there I do understand, really. I think you may have touched on a fairly common human experience actually... although your touch has adorned it with its own significance.

June 18th, 2025 07:47

In the Legs of Loss
arqios said:

The poem evokes much more than a physical longing; it delves into metaphysicality, of how desire and passion intertwine with identity and meaning. And through its evocative imagery (\"warmed by wyrd’s wet warren\" or \"enigma’s ejaculate\"), the poem captures the balance between creation and annihilation, highlighting the transformative yet often destructive nature of such intimate surrender. Sensuality here, becomes a lens for both connection and loss, illustrating how the act of giving oneself can feel both expansive and diminishing; that in the grander context of being, this interplay asks whether selfhood is shaped more by what we hold onto or what we release. The speaker’s resolution of \"no more\" marks a turning point—a reclamation of wholeness after an act of total giving. Sensuality, then, is not merely indulgence but a poignant metaphor for the cyclical depths of human experience. Or something to a similar end. 🙏🏻🕊

June 18th, 2025 06:39

In the Legs of Loss
sorenbarrett said:

A perfect thought and well written. I love the hole you left in the text as a symbol. This poem was raw and exposing pouring out the soul. A cosmic feeling that reaches deep. A fave

June 18th, 2025 06:20

In the Legs of Loss
Cheeky Missy said:

It\'s actually not surprising the extent to which you sacrificed your very being on the altar of alleged heights of aka love, nor is the aftermath of such depths terribly shocking, nor the disavowel so confusing, ergo what is it? Gorgeously rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a deliciously haunting poignancy. I\'m not sufficiently awake to but mull this beauty. Thank you for sharing.

June 18th, 2025 06:08

To the Ones Who Go
Tony36 said:

Excellent write Tristan

June 17th, 2025 19:28

To the Ones Who Go
Thomas W Case said:

Tremendous work.

June 17th, 2025 14:07

To the Ones Who Go
orchidee said:

Boohoo! I don\'t have the foggiest idea of themes of some cryptic poems. LOL. Could this be related to Popeye anyhow?!

June 17th, 2025 13:56

To the Ones Who Go
Poetic Licence said:

In out quest for freedom we have to battle for the knowledge and truth, which if we persevere we will eventually find in the black hole somewhere, enjoyed todays offering, thank you

June 17th, 2025 10:44

To the Ones Who Go
Damaso said:

Wow, my friend, incredible. Beginning, development, and end. A spectacle. Thanks for sharing. Cheers.

June 17th, 2025 10:06

To the Ones Who Go
sorenbarrett said:

Knowledge and the truth will set you free. Salvation by knowledge. The black hole where gravity is so strong that not even light (knowledge) can escape. A very thoughtful write.

June 17th, 2025 10:04

Come With Me
NafisaSB said:

it could only be you [no need for \'all rights reserved\' -lol]who could come out with such generosity of spirit offering unconditional love in such a nice and tender way
enjoyed the beautiful rendering of the lovely poem

June 17th, 2025 00:23

And They Call It Science
arqios said:

Here is the ability to see through the façade, to challenge the structures that feel unjust, is powerful. The world sometimes rewards the loudest voices, the most cunning, but real strength lies in clarity, in not getting swept away by manufactured perfection or hollow authority. To keep our fire, keep our perspective, and know that even in a stormy sea to be navigating something real. 🙏🏻🕊️

June 16th, 2025 20:40

And They Call It Science
orchidee said:

I wouldn\'t get any cryptic meanings in this. Should I ask Popeye or Obi? In this case, they may know hidden meanings! heehee.

June 16th, 2025 11:11

And They Call It Science
Tony36 said:

Excellent write Tristan

June 16th, 2025 09:41

And They Call It Science
Poetic Licence said:

This is clearly a write that could be deeply anhalised, but for I will keep it simple. There are many dickheads in today\'s world, two or three of them vying for kingship, and I hope they have that trip to hell very quickly, intriguing and enjoyable read

June 16th, 2025 08:48

And They Call It Science
sorenbarrett said:

Oh Tristan so many ways to take this. But since it seems so blatant let me follow the first thing comes to mind. With phakic form this poem already stiffens then falls as it is pointed downward. To have penis envy you must not have one or maybe one that doesn\'t work. Interesting that it rises, if you don\'t have one how can it rise? (The scent of cons) is that short for condoms? (Fucking piracy) is that butt pirates? (Yo ho ho Mother fuckers) Now that just has to be Freudian psychology and the Oedipal complex. At least is is backed up with the next line speaking of power trip where one kills the father to take over the kingship with the mother. It did bring Oedipus to hell as he put out his eyes and died in exile. Was that another word play on the word come or cum? Well you can see how crazy I am maybe I should go on to a different interpretation

June 16th, 2025 08:12

Come With Me
Salvia.S said:

This is truly beautiful—gentle, open, and full of love. It feels like an embrace in words. I absolutely love it. Wonderfully written dear Tittu 🌹

June 15th, 2025 22:54

Come With Me
Teddy.15 said:

Wow not only special poetry but special to meet your voice, love will come. So very powerful. 🌹

June 15th, 2025 15:43

Come With Me
Tony Grannell said:

Looming out of the grace of love, you open your arms to us all. What a beautiful welcome. How could one not resist. I am so delighted, I read this, Tristan, truly.

May the world love you back,

Tony.

June 15th, 2025 15:07

Come With Me
orchidee said:

I thought this was about Obi..... Don\'t explain the title to me! LOL.

June 15th, 2025 10:19

Come With Me
Poetic Licence said:

That has a dark and slightly religious feel to it, listening to you reading the poem it reminded of the calm start to a movie that you know is going to end in horror, although about love I can\'t help thinking its a bit sinister, gripping read, enjoyed

June 15th, 2025 09:43

Come With Me
sorenbarrett said:

A wonderful and broad offering that calls out to all. A most giving and resplendent write that feel almost religious.

June 15th, 2025 07:06

Come With Me
arqios said:

Love the siri voice at the copyright tag! LOL. Good to be hearing you read your poem. There is an intense timbre in your voice, like deeply. imprinted footprints on the shore or fossilised on stone. The background traffic sounds makes such an awesome negative space on this canvas.🙏🏻🕊️

June 15th, 2025 07:05



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