Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



The Answer is No
Poetic Licence said:

I like that each verse endorses the previous but at the same altering the end, very clever and interesting read, enjoyed very much

June 21st, 2025 09:29

The Answer is No
sorenbarrett said:

Nicely done Tristan. This poem builds with each stanza reiterating each previous stanza and altering it to achieve a different end. Very nice

June 21st, 2025 08:21

The Stranger\'s Truth
Cheeky Missy said:

Okay? You\'ve got me...I remain baffled. This twisting, swirling discussion has taken me from the solid terra firma to the murky ether, leaving me dangling in freighted suspense, with no known future. Fascinating. Beautifully rendered as your capable wont, with superb imagery and a curious, haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

June 20th, 2025 19:25

The Stranger\'s Truth
Poetic Licence said:

I hate labels of all sorts, they lead to discrimination or justification. I worked with many children who were hard to control, some people were delighted if they got diagnosed ADH for example, from that point on they blamed everything on the ADH and most of the time their behaviour had nothing to do with ADH. Labelling someone is putting them in a box and they become more of an item than a person. As you rightly say most people do not really know themselves completely, so it is damagingly wrong for others to assume they do, Great Write, Enjoyed.

June 20th, 2025 14:45

The Stranger\'s Truth
sorenbarrett said:

Most interesting Tristan the concept of defining by what one is not. I hate labels whether social, medical, psychological, racial or any other. They do not tell who a person is and just lead to discrimination. A most lovely poem.

June 20th, 2025 14:01

The Stranger\'s Truth
Caring dove said:

An interesting and engaging writing ..

I think we can know ourselves or think we do .. or we can feel like a stranger .

Maybe we can feel connected to ourselves .. or lost

It’s difficult to know and understand ourselves completely .. sometimes




June 20th, 2025 13:19

The Stranger\'s Truth
orchidee said:

Good write T. Ohh, us two know a couple of guys - Obi and Popeye, and........who else? lol.

June 20th, 2025 12:37

Got That Out
Thomas W Case said:

Superb and relatable.

June 20th, 2025 10:24

Got That Out
Tony36 said:

Excellent write Tristan

June 19th, 2025 16:36

Got That Out
Doggerel Dave said:

.....And as you so rightly say, you got that out, didn\'t yer....

unapologetically and with great style.

June 19th, 2025 11:32

Got That Out
Doggerel Dave said:

Teensy bit peeved today, was yer?

June 19th, 2025 11:28

Got That Out
Teddy.15 said:

Sometimes it just has to be done 🤣 and those who says they have never wanted too, are lying 🤥 🤣

June 19th, 2025 11:08

Got That Out
orchidee said:

Sounds like a poem similar to mine. Here\'s verse 1 of it, being restrained:
Ohhh, F, F, F, and F
And furthermore F, F, F, and F
Steady on says Fido
That\'s a lot of F for one poem!

June 19th, 2025 10:53

Got That Out
Poetic Licence said:

I for one have this feeling more than I should, what a mind cleanser it would be to just stand in the street and do that, enjoyed the read

June 19th, 2025 09:10

To the Ones Who Go
Salvia.S 🌹 said:

Beautifully captures the courage of those who seek truth beyond fear, with vivid cosmic imagery and a sense of quiet, powerful motion. Well done dear Tittu 🌹🌹


June 19th, 2025 09:03

Got That Out
sorenbarrett said:

A poem that screams out in frustration, anger, rage. And after a quieting the catharsis. Well done

June 19th, 2025 08:16

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



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