Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



countdown
arqios said:

Chilling in the mind and beneath the heart.

June 18th, 2026 17:53

countdown
sorenbarrett said:

This has several aspects to it wordplay and tension that comes in a countdown. I hope this was not a fuse Tristan. Well written my friend.

June 18th, 2026 12:44

countdown
orchidee said:

Sounds like the countdown to Popeye opening yet another can of spinach! lol.

June 18th, 2026 12:27

countdown
Friendship said:

A powerful statement. Your poem revolves around the themes of anxiety, existential dread, and the confrontation with mortality. The countdown format suggests a sense of urgency and impending doom, while the expressions of breathlessness and the quest for life emphasize a struggle against despair. Yet your poem captures the tension between life and death, ultimately conveying feelings of isolation and the inevitability of fate. So strong in feelings

June 18th, 2026 12:09

nineteen ninety-five
Paul Bell said:

What would we change in our past, probably everything.
If we could, we\'d tweak here, tweak there, tweak everywhere.
Always think, as long as you only murder yourself in your youth, the courts can\'t jail you.

June 18th, 2026 07:58

nineteen ninety-five
arqios said:

Reminiscent hindsight. Excellent hairstyles as well. 🙏🏻🕊️
P.S. was there a background sound effect of a colour slide carousel? (it\'s meant to be the SNAPSHOT in the transcript, correct?)

June 17th, 2026 22:45

nineteen ninety-five
pontefract said:



June 17th, 2026 22:43

nineteen ninety-five
Kevin Hulme said:

I love Alice Cooper\'s Album \'School\'s Out\'. Always reminds me of leaving School.
Good Write.

June 17th, 2026 18:51

nineteen ninety-five
sorenbarrett said:

A nostalgic look back to days of schools graduation and dying youth. Memories frozen in snapshots. A time of drugs and yet the year of graduation is not the end. It has a feeling of young life now gone but yet not. Well written my friend

June 17th, 2026 13:45

nineteen ninety-five
orchidee said:

The year you first knew of Popeye?! lol.

June 17th, 2026 13:19

nineteen ninety-five
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

a great write on such complexities of youth.

June 17th, 2026 12:53

nineteen ninety-five
Teddy.15 said:

What an amazing piece of reflection, kudos on being so brave to post your young self... 🌹the madness of growing up. 💜

June 17th, 2026 12:23

August 14, 1996
orchidee said:

The day you first heard of a Mr P. Solus and his team, and their antics?
Knitting, sabres, spinach, etc. What ARE we talking about? Ask WCAT which won\'t tell us anything! lol.

June 17th, 2026 02:16

August 14, 1996
arqios said:

That\'s close to 20 years ago now! Wow. Some memories are so etched.🕊️🙏

June 16th, 2026 20:41

August 14, 1996
Teddy.15 said:

Ah I love this, my Dad worked his hands to the bone to give us treats, I was 22 in 1996 I appreciate this so much, a lovely proud moment for a good kid and his father. 🌹

June 16th, 2026 10:52

August 14, 1996
sorenbarrett said:

Concerts are fun in and of themselves what took me in this write was the amusement park link. I remember well the times my family went to the amusement park (the best my working dad could afford). It was a minor Disney world that we as young kids could not tell the difference of. It brought back old memories and stoked the emotions as all good poems should. Well done my friend I particularly liked the rhyming short run:
\"jumbo the gumbo,
teletron telethon
through a carne’s
megatron.\"
A fave out of yesterday

June 16th, 2026 09:40

August 14, 1996
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

a good write my friend

June 16th, 2026 08:56

August 14, 1996
Friendship said:

Well written . Your poem reflects the contrast between the desire for joy and financial constraints. It speaks to the universal experience of children longing for experiences that bring them happiness, often complicated by their parents’ economic realities. The act of asking \"Can we, dad, can we?\" encapsulates the innocence of childhood hope in the face of adult responsibilities.

June 16th, 2026 08:41

bad precedent
cellinic said:

A wisely penned work with deep and expressive sense of humour, A fave, my dear friend

June 16th, 2026 02:42

bad precedent
arqios said:

A sure lesson in politics.

June 15th, 2026 19:05

bad precedent
Teddy.15 said:

Wow, Ive never seen a worst one 🤣 let\'s hope America can learn from this. An excellent piece sobering 🌹

June 15th, 2026 14:26

bad precedent
orchidee said:

\'The History of Spinach\' book, by one Mr....... we knows him! lol.

June 15th, 2026 11:10

bad precedent
sorenbarrett said:

A clever political strike not sure if it was a jab or a hook maybe an uppercut. Regardless cage fighting on the white house lawn is something only Andrew Jackson could have thought of. Why not change the name of the country to Trumpland. When a man\'s head grows too big for his body Macrocephaly and hydrocephalus for a man with water on the brain. Well written Tristan

June 15th, 2026 08:31

bad precedent
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

loved it, a fav

June 15th, 2026 08:07

bad precedent
Friendship said:

That was a joke last night. Well said, my friend. Your poem revolves around themes of privilege, societal struggle, and the absurdity of leadership that is out of touch with reality.

June 15th, 2026 07:54

The Spirit Moves
arqios said:

In every age and every generation the ruach hakodesh moves as the wind that moves the limbs of trees, surrounding us all.

June 14th, 2026 21:44

The Spirit Moves
sorenbarrett said:

If one stretches a bit one sees the mount of olives. A world of self interest and hypocrisy Well written my friend.

June 14th, 2026 14:33

The Spirit Moves
orchidee said:

The proof in the spinach pudding, says one Mr P. Solus! lol.

June 14th, 2026 14:11

The Spirit Moves
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

this is so true and a fav my friend

June 14th, 2026 09:18

hoist(ed)
Thomas W Case said:

This is delightfully unhinged in the best way—like a sugar rush dream that keeps slipping its own logic.
Beneath the whimsy, there’s that quiet tug of wanting to stay lost in it, because waking up means facing whatever’s waiting outside the fog.

June 14th, 2026 07:15

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