Comments received on poems by David Wakeling
We are not men with loud voices.
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write thats lead you down many paths but the one that stands out for me is peace, I always have the impression people are frightened of real peace, feeling lost without something to fight for, or maybe peace is just a grand illusion we have created knowing it can never happen, enjoyed the read
July 3rd, 2025 05:20
Poetic Licence said:
A lovely write thats lead you down many paths but the one that stands out for me is peace, I always have the impression people are frightened of real peace, feeling lost without something to fight for, or maybe peace is just a grand illusion we have created knowing it can never happen, enjoyed the read
July 3rd, 2025 05:20
We are not men with loud voices.
sorenbarrett said:
This poem may have many interpretations but the first to come to me is men praying for the impossible and attributing natural occurrences to a God and our power to evoke him and his force through prayer. And when our prayers go unanswered we still keep shouting. Our greed drives us to continual asking and we compare our god to that of others (here there seems to be a typo it seems that The should be There) a nonsensical dance or competition. The last stanza hit me the hardest. To me it means that Peace has always fled and it is time to awaken from ignorance of the past. Let loose the old beliefs and unfurl new banners of our present beliefs like an oyster who has made the pearl we have seen heaven as home in the past and wanted to return to it but now peace should be our home and return to that. How is that for a twisted cornball interpretation?
July 3rd, 2025 05:02
sorenbarrett said:
This poem may have many interpretations but the first to come to me is men praying for the impossible and attributing natural occurrences to a God and our power to evoke him and his force through prayer. And when our prayers go unanswered we still keep shouting. Our greed drives us to continual asking and we compare our god to that of others (here there seems to be a typo it seems that The should be There) a nonsensical dance or competition. The last stanza hit me the hardest. To me it means that Peace has always fled and it is time to awaken from ignorance of the past. Let loose the old beliefs and unfurl new banners of our present beliefs like an oyster who has made the pearl we have seen heaven as home in the past and wanted to return to it but now peace should be our home and return to that. How is that for a twisted cornball interpretation?
July 3rd, 2025 05:02
The Wedding
arqios said:
This poem captures the tender gravity of life-changing moments—its vulnerability and strength held in delicate balance. The imagery, from the nervous oyster under the sun to the quiet reverence of animals, evokes a world pausing in admiration for love\'s undeniable presence. The repeated phrasing deepens the rhythm, illustrating not just a shared moment but the universal impact of love, where even nature bows in recognition of its significance. 🌿✨ A beautiful ode to courage and connection! 🍂
July 2nd, 2025 09:30
arqios said:
This poem captures the tender gravity of life-changing moments—its vulnerability and strength held in delicate balance. The imagery, from the nervous oyster under the sun to the quiet reverence of animals, evokes a world pausing in admiration for love\'s undeniable presence. The repeated phrasing deepens the rhythm, illustrating not just a shared moment but the universal impact of love, where even nature bows in recognition of its significance. 🌿✨ A beautiful ode to courage and connection! 🍂
July 2nd, 2025 09:30
The Wedding
Poetic Licence said:
An interesting and enjoyable read, are the animals showing respect for a love that has died or a love that still exists, nicely expressed and written
July 2nd, 2025 04:26
Poetic Licence said:
An interesting and enjoyable read, are the animals showing respect for a love that has died or a love that still exists, nicely expressed and written
July 2nd, 2025 04:26
The Wedding
sorenbarrett said:
A wedding a pronouncement of belonging to another (a strange concept) till death do us part (how can one commit for a life time when one does not know the future) In this poem there is the silence and pause of all things, I imagine pausing in that thought of what is happening. The soldier (metaphor for term to be served in enlistment and going to war) Even the last line is ambiguous (love passing by) is it that this great love is going past us or is it that love has caught the last bus out of town? A wonderful write and maybe I have thought too much about this and over interpreted.
July 2nd, 2025 04:04
sorenbarrett said:
A wedding a pronouncement of belonging to another (a strange concept) till death do us part (how can one commit for a life time when one does not know the future) In this poem there is the silence and pause of all things, I imagine pausing in that thought of what is happening. The soldier (metaphor for term to be served in enlistment and going to war) Even the last line is ambiguous (love passing by) is it that this great love is going past us or is it that love has caught the last bus out of town? A wonderful write and maybe I have thought too much about this and over interpreted.
July 2nd, 2025 04:04
The Wedding
Caring dove said:
Lovely poem ! I especially love the mention of animals and birds ..nicely expressed 🙂
July 2nd, 2025 00:39
Caring dove said:
Lovely poem ! I especially love the mention of animals and birds ..nicely expressed 🙂
July 2nd, 2025 00:39
The Pirates\' Path
Poetic Licence said:
I get the feeling of reality in the quest for love and passion, its not always a good journey, at least this ended up on a high, lovely write, enjoyed the read
July 1st, 2025 05:22
Poetic Licence said:
I get the feeling of reality in the quest for love and passion, its not always a good journey, at least this ended up on a high, lovely write, enjoyed the read
July 1st, 2025 05:22
The Pirates\' Path
sorenbarrett said:
This poem paints a cynical but far too often true picture of love and its illusion. Than pot of gold at the end of the rainbow always just out of reach. So many good metaphors. Loved it and a fave
July 1st, 2025 05:09
sorenbarrett said:
This poem paints a cynical but far too often true picture of love and its illusion. Than pot of gold at the end of the rainbow always just out of reach. So many good metaphors. Loved it and a fave
July 1st, 2025 05:09
The Pirates\' Path
arqios said:
There’s a fierce, mournful beauty in this piece that captures love as both a grand quest and a haunting illusion, steering readers through tempests of longing, duty, and disillusion. Yet even as the waves crash, its final couplet lifts like sunlight breaking on the horizon: resilient, freeing, and full of grace. Its voice carries the wisdom of someone who\'s been through the storm and still dares to raise their sail, thanks heaps amigo, for sharing it. 🕊️🙏🏻
July 1st, 2025 04:15
arqios said:
There’s a fierce, mournful beauty in this piece that captures love as both a grand quest and a haunting illusion, steering readers through tempests of longing, duty, and disillusion. Yet even as the waves crash, its final couplet lifts like sunlight breaking on the horizon: resilient, freeing, and full of grace. Its voice carries the wisdom of someone who\'s been through the storm and still dares to raise their sail, thanks heaps amigo, for sharing it. 🕊️🙏🏻
July 1st, 2025 04:15
Wet lips.
Poetic Licence said:
I enjoyed this, I find something magical and mystical about the rain, I always get a sense of calm and freedom, enjoyed the read
June 30th, 2025 04:18
Poetic Licence said:
I enjoyed this, I find something magical and mystical about the rain, I always get a sense of calm and freedom, enjoyed the read
June 30th, 2025 04:18
Wet lips.
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that evokes feelings of freedom and recognition. There is a sense of being unconventional and childlike of innocence and unity with nature and a recognition of who one is. Well done David
June 30th, 2025 03:58
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that evokes feelings of freedom and recognition. There is a sense of being unconventional and childlike of innocence and unity with nature and a recognition of who one is. Well done David
June 30th, 2025 03:58
There is a Kindness
Goldfinch60 said:
So very true David, there is kindness and love all over, we must let it spread to all in the world.
Andy
June 30th, 2025 00:52
Goldfinch60 said:
So very true David, there is kindness and love all over, we must let it spread to all in the world.
Andy
June 30th, 2025 00:52
There is a Kindness
arqios said:
Your poem radiates calm reassurance, gently echoing the truth that love persists even through sorrow and shadow. Its refrains feel like a benediction, carried by imagery that lifts the spirit: rainbows, smiling children, winds of joy. This is a hymn of grace, quiet and steady, offering comfort where it\'s most needed.🕊️🙏🏻
June 29th, 2025 08:10
arqios said:
Your poem radiates calm reassurance, gently echoing the truth that love persists even through sorrow and shadow. Its refrains feel like a benediction, carried by imagery that lifts the spirit: rainbows, smiling children, winds of joy. This is a hymn of grace, quiet and steady, offering comfort where it\'s most needed.🕊️🙏🏻
June 29th, 2025 08:10
There is a Kindness
Poetic Licence said:
A beautiful piece on the lighter side, reminder us there kindness and love out there, we just need more of it, lovely write
June 29th, 2025 07:04
Poetic Licence said:
A beautiful piece on the lighter side, reminder us there kindness and love out there, we just need more of it, lovely write
June 29th, 2025 07:04
There is a Kindness
sorenbarrett said:
Beautiful! It describes charity well and in its gentle warmth a feeling of peace and calm. Very nice David
June 29th, 2025 04:03
sorenbarrett said:
Beautiful! It describes charity well and in its gentle warmth a feeling of peace and calm. Very nice David
June 29th, 2025 04:03
Waiting.
arqios said:
This beautiful poem carries the weight of disillusionment with a stark, haunting grace. It captures the ache of unanswered hope—where dreams dissolve into dust and waiting becomes a quiet kind of grief. Yet within its solemn cadence, there\'s a brave clarity: an unflinching gaze at suffering, and the courage to name it.
June 28th, 2025 05:47
arqios said:
This beautiful poem carries the weight of disillusionment with a stark, haunting grace. It captures the ache of unanswered hope—where dreams dissolve into dust and waiting becomes a quiet kind of grief. Yet within its solemn cadence, there\'s a brave clarity: an unflinching gaze at suffering, and the courage to name it.
June 28th, 2025 05:47
Waiting.
Poetic Licence said:
A dark write drifting towards to hell, which sadly many people are currently living in everyday, through no fault of their own, nicely expressed write
June 28th, 2025 04:33
Poetic Licence said:
A dark write drifting towards to hell, which sadly many people are currently living in everyday, through no fault of their own, nicely expressed write
June 28th, 2025 04:33
Waiting.
sorenbarrett said:
A bit discouraging and dark this poem takes one to the edge of reality and then pushes one over. Nicely written it gives a cold feeling of despair.
June 28th, 2025 03:56
sorenbarrett said:
A bit discouraging and dark this poem takes one to the edge of reality and then pushes one over. Nicely written it gives a cold feeling of despair.
June 28th, 2025 03:56
When Mrs Veil comes to the Back door.
arqios said:
There’s a distinctly local warmth in the way the back door becomes the threshold for these spectral visits; so ordinary, so intimate. And the conversational tone never wavers, even in the face of the ineffable. It’s not overwrought. It just is. Rainy afternoons, anxious pets, old grief in familiar clothes. In its softness lies its strength. It doesn’t fight the darkness—it just keeps the kettle warm for when the sun returns. 🕊️🙏🏻
June 27th, 2025 06:47
arqios said:
There’s a distinctly local warmth in the way the back door becomes the threshold for these spectral visits; so ordinary, so intimate. And the conversational tone never wavers, even in the face of the ineffable. It’s not overwrought. It just is. Rainy afternoons, anxious pets, old grief in familiar clothes. In its softness lies its strength. It doesn’t fight the darkness—it just keeps the kettle warm for when the sun returns. 🕊️🙏🏻
June 27th, 2025 06:47
When Mrs Veil comes to the Back door.
Poetic Licence said:
The women who brings darkness with her, like a ghost of the past refusing to let go, enjoyed the read
June 27th, 2025 06:07
Poetic Licence said:
The women who brings darkness with her, like a ghost of the past refusing to let go, enjoyed the read
June 27th, 2025 06:07
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