Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



Rest in Peace
orchidee said:

Good write T. Meanwhile, in Cuckoo Land, there\'s never any peace when \'they\' are around. We knows \'em! lol.

January 24th, 2026 10:39

Rest in Peace
sorenbarrett said:

Don\'t scare me like that my old heart can\'t take it. This poem seems a recognition of the death of an old self and the birth of a new one that now bids farewell to the old ( grieving? mourns? but bids adieu at any rate) this in one sense is a common phenomena of growth in all of us. Onion eyes, each layer a layer of growth, Knowledge comes with pain that innocence that was once bliss has turned to an adult view of tragedy and how one might weep and wish to return to childhood and its simple joys and fantasies but the genie it is out of the bottle, Pandora\'s box has been opened and these things can not be returned to how they were. Well done Tristan

January 24th, 2026 08:59

Rest in Peace
Friendship said:

Wow.What a compelling piece! Your poem transported me to the room where you lay in bed; your performance was captivating. Kudos to your remarkable writing skills. The poem explores the complex relationship between the poet and their former self, highlighting themes of self-acceptance, loss, and the struggle to relinquish past identities. It conveys a sense of mourning for the self that once was, while also suggesting hope for healing and transformation. Yet the Poet\'s introspection regarding their past identity, the emotional turmoil experienced due to self-hatred, and the realization that to move forward, they must confront and release their former self. The poem captures the pain of loss, both of self-love and the innocence of youth.

January 24th, 2026 08:38

Oedipal Arrangements
Doggerel Dave said:

Controlled mockery evident here, Tristan – delivered with wit and humour.
Excoriating and thus enjoyable take down of the nuclear family. Your view, I gather, is that as a unit of socialization it’s basically stuffed; a view I share. You have my vote unreservedly.


January 23rd, 2026 19:58

Oedipal Arrangements
arqios said:

My family was so dysfunctional but still kept that hamper pristine. A strange lede force, indeed. 🙏🏻🕊️

January 23rd, 2026 19:46

Oedipal Arrangements
Jerry Reynolds said:

Interesting write, Tristan.

January 23rd, 2026 17:10

Oedipal Arrangements
Paul Bell said:

Have you seen some of the women out there, metal bar eaters.
Some of the guys, father would turn in his grave as Brutus declares himself, Miss Brutus.
Daddy\'s must pray now that junior makes it through puberty without mentioning. Asexual, Bisexual, Pansexual, and the other 20 that go along with them.


January 23rd, 2026 12:23

Oedipal Arrangements
sorenbarrett said:

I love satire and this is a good one. Tristan you have encapsulated a salesman\'s approach in this poem of changing culture and what we now see as antiquated and unjust past values for the implication that we have evolved to better and more just values. So I would hope and time will tell. A wonderful and most creative write.

January 23rd, 2026 09:28

Oedipal Arrangements
orchidee said:

Good write T. Dunno about Oedipus, but Popeye\'s married his.............. not now, Popeye! lol.

January 23rd, 2026 09:05

Oedipal Arrangements
Friendship said:

Lovely written, my friend. Your poem addresses the roles of a mother, daughter, and son in a stereotypical family dynamic. It highlights the reductive view of women as homemakers and men as leaders, emphasizing the transactional nature of these relationships.

January 23rd, 2026 08:32

Halos and Horns
Teddy.15 said:

Sounds to me like you found your soul! Wonderful 💜

January 22nd, 2026 11:56

Halos and Horns
orchidee said:

P & Co will suck us into their black holes - we can\'t escape. Doh! lol.

January 22nd, 2026 10:08

Halos and Horns
Friendship said:

Paul, I must say that it is a very powerful poem. I had to read it a couple of times because you were sending a direct message, yet it was confusing at first, but I think I got it. Not sure yet, but let me know. Have a great day, my friend. Your poem grapples with themes of gravity—both literal and metaphorical—using the concept of a vortex to symbolize forces that draw individuals in, reflecting the struggle between aspiration and obligation. The imagery of a halo turning into horns further conveys the complexity of identity, hinting at the duality of purity and corruption.

January 22nd, 2026 09:42

Halos and Horns
sorenbarrett said:

Good becomes evil we see it every day and what I was taught as virtuous American history I find repulsive today. The halo becomes horns. A wonderful write Tristan with such a good metaphor. Witch burning was once deemed righteous, stoning for blasphemy, Adams and Jefferson would have been hung for treason if they had lost. And today what yesterday was a joke today is politically incorrect and people are fired for it.

January 22nd, 2026 09:17

Garden of Surprises
Dominic Windram said:

This is a truly haunting poem abounding with vivid imagery....definitely worthy of a fave!

January 22nd, 2026 02:55

Garden of Surprises
arqios said:

It felt like turning life on its head, us living with contradictions and paradoxes. But that’s probably just my at times neurodivergent way of thinking 🤔🙏🏻🕊️

January 21st, 2026 18:39

Garden of Surprises
Paul Bell said:

Okay I\'m not having roots disturbing my death nap, bad enough in life people chapping your door selling you death insurance.
Quite fancy getting dumped in space floating for all eternity. Maybe start a business plan here.


January 21st, 2026 15:48

Garden of Surprises
Friendship said:

Well said. The poet explores themes of mortality, the grotesque aspects of life, and the transformative power of nature. It suggests that even in death, life continues through decay, as the elements of nature—like roots and twigs—persist and intertwine.

January 21st, 2026 14:51

Garden of Surprises
sorenbarrett said:

It is all beauty in its own way and place. That, that grows springs from that, that rots. From petrification there is new life liberation. A most interesting poem Tristan Your first two lines caught my attention and felt so poetic in their unexpected contrast and beauty.

January 21st, 2026 10:53

Garden of Surprises
orchidee said:

It\'s certainly a grotesque garden if one hears a certain glugging sound. I understand one can hear it 23 hours 59 minutes of every day, because it\'s ...... don\'t finish that! lol.

January 21st, 2026 10:13

Uterine Demise
Teddy.15 said:

So very powerful, you my friend have a soul that needs to find peace, there is something he needs to achieve, that he hasn\'t yet, but he will. 🌹

January 21st, 2026 06:13

Uterine Demise
Doggerel Dave said:

One out, all out....Sorry Tristan, I have passed the stage of sweating it,. At breakfast, I give the tranny atop my fridge a good old tongue lashing. as it pushes out the same old bollocks. (Can\'t say it helps my digestion, but nothing a couple of antiacids can\'t fix) And then try to proceed with my day in blissful ignorance. This sometimes works........................

January 20th, 2026 17:07

Uterine Demise
Paul Bell said:

If we were all sane, we would wake up and never put on the news.
Doesn\'t matter what part of the world it is, you live it.
Can\'t remember a time when there was a good luck story out there, probably why we\'re all nuts.

January 20th, 2026 15:34

Uterine Demise
orchidee said:

Ooh! It\'ll pass - only a bad hair day. But - a day of hearing things, certain glugs. That\'ll ruin anyone\'s day! heehee.

January 20th, 2026 09:46

Uterine Demise
Friendship said:

I hear you, been there on days the world seems overwhelming. Your poem centers around feelings of wanting to disappear and escape from the burdens of life. It expresses a desire for a reversal of existence and an end to suffering, highlighting the poet\'s intense emotional state. I hope this feels goes soon.

January 20th, 2026 09:31

Uterine Demise
arqios said:

So strong and overwhelming to read🕊️🙏🏻

January 20th, 2026 09:29

Uterine Demise
sorenbarrett said:

None of us asked to be here we were drafted. We can all quite our resignation papers made of lead or a hemp rope but there is no pension for those that quit and taxation falls on those that stay. A great write Tristan poignant and dark. Well done my friend

January 20th, 2026 09:17

Eyes Aren\'t Lies
Thomas W Case said:

Sharp, unflinching, and alive—your words punch, sting, and hold me close all at once. A fierce, vivid ride through truth, humor, and fire.

January 20th, 2026 08:54

Eyes Aren\'t Lies
cellinic said:

A very serious and sensible piece of write where socio-political overtones are blended with deep meaning and rather a poetic type of the way it is all composed. My fave

January 20th, 2026 00:17

Eyes Aren\'t Lies
Mutley Ravishes said:

My left arm pulls them in. My right arm pushes them out. Works like a treat, otherwise I wouldn`t waste my time doing it.

January 19th, 2026 23:49

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