Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



The Prince
Paul Bell said:

Everyone has their god, but not everyone\'s god is as good as my god.
I always wondered what Jesus would think of the religious opulence living off his name.
The Mother Teresa\'s of this world is how I see religion in action and should be applauded.
The ones that chap your door and spout their verses. They get the imaginary machine gun or the old-fashioned boot up the ass.

January 5th, 2026 06:07

The Bells of Belligerence
Neville said:


This reminds me so much of me and my younger brother during our formative years and throughout our adolescence and young manhood .. Jeez you got me stomping my foot again squire .. I\'m beginning to feel a little phoenix like .. Neville 🖤🐧🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐦‍⬛👍

January 5th, 2026 06:03

The Prince
Teddy.15 said:

He was a great entertainer he was wild and with no filters, but he loved so hard until his dieing day, he loved everyone who dared to love him. He certainly went out in grand poetic style. 🌹

January 4th, 2026 15:17

stigmata
Neville said:


I\'m sticking with Friendship you just can\'t beat that .. or indeed her, she always gets it write .. I shall go check out that anthology my friend .. Neville 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐦‍⬛🖤👍

January 4th, 2026 14:04

The Prince
sorenbarrett said:

Religion preaches conformity and relies on it. There are those that copy nonconformity just to be in the in crowd and they are worse feigning nonconformity and proclaiming rebellion only to hypocritically be one and the same. A most thought provoking write Tristan

January 4th, 2026 12:48

The Prince
aDarkerMind said:

how sad this world today demands we confront honesty.
a wonderful write as always my friend.

January 4th, 2026 11:42

The Prince
Tristan Robert Lange said:

That Batman biscuit image is brilliant, Orchi…exactly the kind of sideways humor that sneaks truth in under the radar. And “he sneaks in, in a thousand ways” might be one of the most accurate lines written today, poem or comment. In fact, we both know it is glugging true! Every. Single. Time. LOL! 🦇🔥✍️🙏

January 4th, 2026 11:35

The Prince
orchidee said:

Sunday is not scorched here at the moment, weather-wise! Wassat pic? Someone taken a bite out of a Batman-shaped biscuit? Good thing it wasn\'t a Popeye-shaped biscuit. Doh! He sneaks in, in a thousand ways! heehee.
It\'s the Roman Catholics I can\'t get on with, and their \'antics\' at the Vatican for one thing.

January 4th, 2026 09:41

The Prince
Thomas W Case said:

Thoughtful and sharp. I enjoyed how it defends honesty and imagination so boldly.

January 4th, 2026 09:26

The Prince
Friendship said:

The statement is articulate and accurately represents the reality of HSP. Experiencing it personally allows one to grasp its truth and concur completely. I personally call it ignorance and jealous Well written, Tristan, your poem revolves around the tension between individuality and societal judgment. It critiques the judgmental nature of society, particularly how those who are sensitive and artistic are often misunderstood and labeled as \"evil.\" The subject matter explores themes of conformity, personal authenticity, and the value of embracing one’s unique qualities in a world that often favors uniformity.

January 4th, 2026 09:22

stigmata
orchidee said:

Good write St Francis, erm, Tristan. Someone has stigmata, not meaning physical wounds in this case, but a stigma of....... we can\'t finish that, but we knows him / them! lol.
Now Soren\'s gonna blot me out of his book! lol.

January 3rd, 2026 12:01

stigmata
Friendship said:

Well written, your poem revolves around the themes of isolation, suffering, and societal indifference. You highlight the experience of individuals who are marginalized and rendered invisible by society. Yet the poet delves into the emotional agony of rejection, stigma, and the dehumanizing effects of anonymity and erasure. The poem paints a vivid picture of how society views suffering as a form of entertainment, while simultaneously inflicting pain and neglect upon those who are already suffering.

January 3rd, 2026 09:40

stigmata
sorenbarrett said:

Overlooked, banished, forgotten, erased. Damnatio memoriae the roman punishment of erasing a person\'s name from history. The worst punishment far worse than a death sentence it is the ultimate death sentence of obliterating one\'s existence. A dark and sad poem my friend.

January 3rd, 2026 08:26

Any Day?
Teddy.15 said:

Where colour has fallen, I love that. See you too carried yourself my friend. 🌹

January 3rd, 2026 02:46

The Bells of Belligerence
orchidee said:

Now I\'ve heard of the bells of St Clement\'s and certain other places, but not the bells of belligerence. lol.
Now P and Co are such, if we try to stop them from........... They will only reply \'I\'m not being bel-glug-iger-glug-ent!\' heehee.

January 2nd, 2026 10:14

The Bells of Belligerence
sorenbarrett said:

Dramatic is the music that accompanies the poem. Dark is the feel and rebellious come the words. It has a soft screamo sound. Nicely done my friend

January 2nd, 2026 08:42

The Bells of Belligerence
Friendship said:

Well written, my friend, your poem expresses a strong sense of defiance and resilience against oppression or control. It emphasizes the idea of individuality and freedom, suggesting that external forces cannot dictate one\'s identity or worth. Very strong words on ones identity👍❤️

January 2nd, 2026 08:34

Any Day?
Dan Williams said:

Kind of nice to know others as jaded and maybe bitter like me. Eternal night indeed.

January 2nd, 2026 02:15

Any Day?
orchidee said:

A bit white there Popeye & Co. Why? Don\'t answer that! heehee.

January 1st, 2026 13:16

Any Day?
Friendship said:

Well-written, your poem personifies winter as a \"cold spirit\" that brings about a sense of inevitability and hopelessness. It suggests a world devoid of warmth, color, and hope, with an overarching feeling that existence is marked by a perpetual state of darkness. The poet delves into the emotional and philosophical reflections on life, reality, and the acceptance of a harsh truth that life is mostly devoid of light and joy. Happy New Year, Tristan.😊❤️

January 1st, 2026 09:40

Any Day?
sorenbarrett said:

So short yet so powerful a call out of shadows and a plea for light. It is highly emotional and sighs the sigh of relinquished acceptance. Well done my friend Happy New Year

January 1st, 2026 09:36

Any Day?
Thomas W Case said:

Winter as philosophy rather than season — stark, restrained, and quietly unsettling.

January 1st, 2026 09:33

Varney the Vampire; or the First Watch
orchidee said:

Good write T. He only dropped in for a bite to eat, then he met or heard a glugger and it scared him off! A wild fantasy tale - but it might be true. heehee.

December 31st, 2025 10:06

Varney the Vampire; or the First Watch
Friendship said:

Tristan, I must say, you truly outdid yourself in this piece; your reading brought it to life in a breathtaking manner, infused with considerable emotion. Tell me, are you also the illustrator behind the drawings?
Your poem “A Devilishly Dreadful Watch Night Special” delves into themes of love, loss, and the consequences of one’s actions. The poet expresses a deep yearning for a lost love while grappling with the guilt of betrayal and the horror of their current state, which is characterized by undead existence and violence. In which it seems to revolve around a romantic relationship that has transformed into something dark and tragic, involving themes of desire, regret, and the macabre.

December 31st, 2025 09:13

Varney the Vampire; or the First Watch
Jerry Reynolds said:

Good write, Tristan. I enjoyed the read.

December 31st, 2025 09:03

Varney the Vampire; or the First Watch
sorenbarrett said:

It has always been so interesting to me how various emotions and traits can be reconciled in myth, monsters and the fantastic. Here the allegory comes through and issue of fidelity and infidelity seem paired with lover and monster and undead. Well done Tristan Happy New Year to you

December 31st, 2025 08:40

sh!#%y poem
Teddy.15 said:

Trust those you know are worthy, it\'s new year put the rest in the bin, don\'t trust those who ask for money, they should give it instead. Here\'s wishing you a book of your own, with a publisher who can see you, not use you. 🌹


December 31st, 2025 03:46

whiteout
orchidee said:

* Approaches title shakily and nervously*. You know one of us, or both of us, are gonna say this - I thought this poem was gonna be about Popeye, but we can\'t say why! heehee. Don\'t answer that!

December 30th, 2025 13:03

whiteout
sorenbarrett said:

Here we have a series of contradictions a colorless glare, sightless growing glow, The pairing of glitter of white a usual symbol of good and beauty is matched with demons. This opposition indicates turmoil and conflict to me. Yes the question is why. A wonderful write my friend

December 30th, 2025 11:34

whiteout
Friendship said:

Well written. I relate to this. Your poem explores the paradox of isolation and the emotional turmoil it causes. The imagery of snowflakes and a \"sea of glitter white\" suggests beauty but contrasts with feelings of emptiness and the presence of \"guarded ghosts\" and \"defiant demons.\" The poet reflects a struggle with loneliness, the invisible barriers that block connection, and questions why such isolation exists. You speak from the heart.

December 30th, 2025 10:34

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