Comments received on poems by Tristan Robert Lange



the damnedest destinations
Cheeky Missy said:

Underestimation, eh? Ah, but this is bound to resonate with countless give or take a few points, the very concept of those false sweets echoing and reverbersting on the winds in seeming calm where the soul cannot find solace superbly rendered in your characteristic style with gorgeous imagery and a lingering poignancy haunting. Thank you for sharing.

August 24th, 2025 19:17

Outcasts\' Oculus
orchidee said:

Bit dark in there. Put some lights on - or more lights! lol. is that Popeye, one of those guys in that semi-circle? He gets in everywhere. lol.

August 24th, 2025 12:03

Outcasts\' Oculus
rebellion_in_sanity said:

Absolutely fantastic! Great work!

August 24th, 2025 10:10

Outcasts\' Oculus
sorenbarrett said:

The format again emulates the theme. A poetic metaphor as well. A sanctuary within volcanic rock lovely

August 24th, 2025 06:45

Outcasts\' Oculus
Teddy.15 said:

An incredible strength in this dear Tristan may it never be torn down and those who want to tear it down should simply go to hell. 🌹

August 24th, 2025 06:32

the damnedest destinations
Neville said:



I\'m near blown away don\'tcha know .. unique in every sense of the word .. Neville ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐💛🐦‍⬛👍

August 24th, 2025 03:14

Alone
NinjaGirl said:

Standing up for little you, always a good thing

August 24th, 2025 01:41

Core
NinjaGirl said:

Honest question: what do you mean erocore? I read it as \"oreo\" first, but then looked it up and discovered a Taiwanese electronics company? T-T

August 24th, 2025 01:39

Cold As Hell
NinjaGirl said:

I do find the expression interesting and I like your interpretation

August 24th, 2025 01:34

the damnedest destinations
arqios said:

This poem snaps and spirals like a gust that can’t decide whether to caress or cut. It is a collision of tenderness, erasure, and raw defiance. The staggered typography mirrors the stagger of memory, where affection curdles mid‑air and language itself fractures into stutters and gaps. Beneath the jolts of quoted fragments lies a reckoning: with shifting identities, with the violence of underestimation, with the audacity to survive the “friendly knife” and name its edge. It reads like standing in the wind and refusing to bow, even as it hurls every shard it can find.

August 23rd, 2025 17:55

the damnedest destinations
orchidee said:

Who is Tittu? Any relation to Popeye? Dang, he got in the comments again! heehee.

August 23rd, 2025 10:55

the damnedest destinations
orchidee said:

A windy write T - and not about baked beans or sprouts! lol.

August 23rd, 2025 10:55

the damnedest destinations
sorenbarrett said:

The wording is raw the format well planned and I imagine took a good deal of work. A powerful poem with a sad meaning. Well done my friend a fave

August 23rd, 2025 09:30

the damnedest destinations
Teddy.15 said:

The fact that your poem is in the shape of wind itself just makes this even more exciting to read and very creative, underestimation can also lead to a suprise success. Best wishes with your website my dear Tristan 🌹

August 23rd, 2025 09:27

the damnedest destinations
Salvia.S 🌹 said:

This captures the feeling of being hurt by someone you once trusted. It\'s raw, honest and powerful, especially the way the form mirrors the emotions. I’m really curious about the line “the words are now” followed by the scattered letters.Is it meant to show how words lose meaning or get jumbled after a painful experience? Or is there a specific word or feeling you were trying to express? Anyway well written dearest Tittu!!!
A fave ❤️

August 23rd, 2025 09:11

Alone
arqios said:

In the still between heartbeats
A spark still glows unseen
Even the deepest night
Holds the shape of dawn



August 21st, 2025 18:39

Alone
Mutley Ravishes said:

Those teenage years. A psychological torture chamber for some of us. May I never have to go through that again in all eternity. Great write, Tristan!

August 21st, 2025 18:20

Alone
Teddy.15 said:

Where do I begin? Darling Tristan we have lived the same life my friend, I have fought all my life for love, I am 50 years old and this past month I realised it\'s not me it\'s them, my blood family who have no values for love for their blood it took me 50 years to understand. I\'m not even sad because I have built a wonderful life in Italy surrounded by love I myself chose. Kudos you brought me so much emotion, going back home a month ago I was suddenly 15 again and baffled as to why I have to fight my own people for their love. Not anymore. 🌹

August 21st, 2025 14:49

Alone
Thomas W Case said:

Powerful writing.

August 21st, 2025 12:08

Alone
Cheeky Missy said:

The sheer beauty of poetry like this particular piece is how easily it resonates with humanity, the cry of countless voiced as if to beg an answer. What might be too perfect is the answer from God, the Scriptures. Very beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a heartbreaking poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing.

August 21st, 2025 11:32

Alone
Salvia.S 🌹 said:

This is so powerful and heartfelt. It captures deep emotions of loneliness, struggle, and the longing for freedom in such a raw and honest way. Truly relatable! Absolutely love it !!!! Very nicely expressed, dearest Tittu ❤️🌹

August 21st, 2025 09:13

Alone
sorenbarrett said:

I can take the first few lines literally for none of us remember our beginning. My first memories come around 18 months to two years of age with snapshot like pictures in my mind before that all is black. This live is a trap in a way and the only freedom comes in death and I haven\'t reached that yet. A most lovely write my firend.

August 21st, 2025 09:04

Core
Tony Grannell said:

Dear, Tristan,

An Idiosyncratic observation of a poet escaping from the dismay of oblivion and the pretentious associations (bridges) lost in the translations of life by boring down into the core of his own love and therein the four poles of life: faith, hope, love, and charity as displayed in the poem’s finishing arrangement - (+)………..I think. A tough one, this.

Wishing you all the very best,

Tony.

August 21st, 2025 04:05

Core
arqios said:

The poem collapses language into feeling.
Connection isn’t absent—it’s shattered.
Grief lives in the space where meaning fails.
Love, once central, now spirals—
fragmented, erotic, falling inward.
It doesn’t speak. It disintegrates


August 20th, 2025 16:47

Core
Teddy.15 said:

There ain\'t no mountain high enough to keep me from you, love is nothing without the drama and you got it going on here. Brilliant dearest Tristan. 🎻 ❤️

August 20th, 2025 12:33

The Open Door
rebellion_in_sanity said:

\"Only to be lost on the lost.\" - it will take quite some time for me to forget. Powerful poem!

August 20th, 2025 12:30

Core
rebellion_in_sanity said:

This one is a googly. However, I avoided being clean bowled by reading erocore as \"cross\"...😃. However, jokes apart, I sensed the poem to be an arresting portrayal of language to convey the deepest meanings. Perhaps, I was off the mark. A poem which makes one reflect... wonderful

August 20th, 2025 12:06

Core
sorenbarrett said:

Reading this in the image as opposed to the poem beneath I am left with the feeling that it deserves great reflection that symbolic meaning is deeply planted in the images as well as the letters and words. I feel that I may be missing a bit here in that erocore an organization does not fit, ero has diverse meanings none of which seem to fit as well unless you are Finnish where it means individuality or differ. and if it were eros well that would be different again but it is not. You have puzzled me my friend.

August 20th, 2025 10:38

Core
Cheeky Missy said:

Forsooth. Sayest thou so, mon? I call fie on that assertion though I do know thou thinkest thou hast love in thy endeavors. But contradict me. Fascinating and curiously rendered with interesting effects and an undefined, weighty poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

August 20th, 2025 09:07

The Acceptable Ways to Die
NafisaSB said:

sad but true - too many cases these days - and it\'s time they realized ,reached out, repented - turned over a new leaf and got on with their life

August 20th, 2025 07:14

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