Comments received on poems by David Wakeling
The Poet adrift at Sea.
arqios said:
Someone once said that we are dying from the moment we are born🙏🏻🕊️
July 29th, 2026 08:46
arqios said:
Someone once said that we are dying from the moment we are born🙏🏻🕊️
July 29th, 2026 08:46
The Poet adrift at Sea.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a wonderfully imaginative poem, David! Benjamen’s predicament becomes a meditation on mortality, divine mystery, and the curious human need to create even while danger surrounds us. The dark humor gives it real character. Terrific work, my friend. 🌊✍️⛵💀🙏
July 29th, 2026 08:17
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a wonderfully imaginative poem, David! Benjamen’s predicament becomes a meditation on mortality, divine mystery, and the curious human need to create even while danger surrounds us. The dark humor gives it real character. Terrific work, my friend. 🌊✍️⛵💀🙏
July 29th, 2026 08:17
The Poet adrift at Sea.
sorenbarrett said:
Adversity becomes opportunity in this write. Adrift becomes poetic and rescue comes in time. Well written David
July 29th, 2026 04:22
sorenbarrett said:
Adversity becomes opportunity in this write. Adrift becomes poetic and rescue comes in time. Well written David
July 29th, 2026 04:22
My House My Grave
Tristan Robert Lange said:
David, this is absolutely hilarious! The determined misunderstanding grows more ridiculous with every exchange...all while Dawn’s despair goes spectacularly unheard. One heck of a piece, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 28th, 2026 20:45
Tristan Robert Lange said:
David, this is absolutely hilarious! The determined misunderstanding grows more ridiculous with every exchange...all while Dawn’s despair goes spectacularly unheard. One heck of a piece, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 28th, 2026 20:45
My House My Grave
arqios said:
A dark comedy about miscommunication, loneliness, and a mother who is completely useless at emotional support. Dawn is trying to talk about her pain, but her mother keeps derailing the conversation with silly, wrong clichés, replacing every “dog” idiom with “kitten.” The humor masks something sad: Dawn is desperate, and her mother refuses to hear her.
July 28th, 2026 16:13
arqios said:
A dark comedy about miscommunication, loneliness, and a mother who is completely useless at emotional support. Dawn is trying to talk about her pain, but her mother keeps derailing the conversation with silly, wrong clichés, replacing every “dog” idiom with “kitten.” The humor masks something sad: Dawn is desperate, and her mother refuses to hear her.
July 28th, 2026 16:13
My House My Grave
sorenbarrett said:
A fun play on old cliches in a most satirical manner that somehow makes sense. Who is spring\'s mother? Is it winter for a mother must be born before a child and that would make Autumn a grand parent but then summer would be a child. I\'m confused. Oh well back to the kittens. Is it raining cats and kittens, in a kitten eat kitten world, A lucky kitten and top kitten. sick as a kitten, and being in the kitten house, let sleeping kittens lie, work like a kitten, every kitten has its day oh hell there are too many. A fun read my friend
July 28th, 2026 04:50
sorenbarrett said:
A fun play on old cliches in a most satirical manner that somehow makes sense. Who is spring\'s mother? Is it winter for a mother must be born before a child and that would make Autumn a grand parent but then summer would be a child. I\'m confused. Oh well back to the kittens. Is it raining cats and kittens, in a kitten eat kitten world, A lucky kitten and top kitten. sick as a kitten, and being in the kitten house, let sleeping kittens lie, work like a kitten, every kitten has its day oh hell there are too many. A fun read my friend
July 28th, 2026 04:50
The CAT.
arqios said:
I like how the moment is kept small here, a cat being entirely itself, with a mix of indifference and quiet presence felines seem to master. A scene that feels easy and unforced with a humour that sits lightly on it. Most thoroughly enjoyed. 🙏🕊️🤩
July 27th, 2026 23:32
arqios said:
I like how the moment is kept small here, a cat being entirely itself, with a mix of indifference and quiet presence felines seem to master. A scene that feels easy and unforced with a humour that sits lightly on it. Most thoroughly enjoyed. 🙏🕊️🤩
July 27th, 2026 23:32
The CAT.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
David, this really moved me. The weariness and longing settle so deeply here…a quietly devastating reflection on growing older. Powerful poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 27th, 2026 09:00
Tristan Robert Lange said:
David, this really moved me. The weariness and longing settle so deeply here…a quietly devastating reflection on growing older. Powerful poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 27th, 2026 09:00
The CAT.
orchidee said:
Good write D. We have two cats - one mainly \'indoors\', on mainly \'outdoors\'.!
July 27th, 2026 08:18
orchidee said:
Good write D. We have two cats - one mainly \'indoors\', on mainly \'outdoors\'.!
July 27th, 2026 08:18
The CAT.
sorenbarrett said:
A wonderful rhyme scheme to this poem that with metaphor tells its tale with a cat tail. loved it a fave
July 27th, 2026 04:20
sorenbarrett said:
A wonderful rhyme scheme to this poem that with metaphor tells its tale with a cat tail. loved it a fave
July 27th, 2026 04:20
Sunday’s candle is done.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
David, what a wildly unsettling piece! The absurd humor lowers our guard before the darkness takes complete control...and that closing leaves no room for escape. Quite the devastating turn, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
July 26th, 2026 18:03
Tristan Robert Lange said:
David, what a wildly unsettling piece! The absurd humor lowers our guard before the darkness takes complete control...and that closing leaves no room for escape. Quite the devastating turn, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
July 26th, 2026 18:03
Sunday’s candle is done.
arqios said:
A fragile beauty Sunday is as a butterfly opening its wings. Such is the mourning of a quiet passing of day that has brought warmth, gentleness and sanctuary which shall bequeath itself to Monday. 🙏🕊️
July 26th, 2026 07:40
arqios said:
A fragile beauty Sunday is as a butterfly opening its wings. Such is the mourning of a quiet passing of day that has brought warmth, gentleness and sanctuary which shall bequeath itself to Monday. 🙏🕊️
July 26th, 2026 07:40
Sunday’s candle is done.
sorenbarrett said:
Tragedy befalls young rash decisions and the folly becomes tragedy. Well written my friend.
July 26th, 2026 03:51
sorenbarrett said:
Tragedy befalls young rash decisions and the folly becomes tragedy. Well written my friend.
July 26th, 2026 03:51
BETRAYAL.
Paul Bell said:
I would imagine a lot of people with potential stay hidden, some through shyness, others fearing rejection.
A lot mind you, portray themselves through others.
For every superstar out there, you can bet someone in the background writes their songs, arranges the music, makes them better.
July 25th, 2026 10:09
Paul Bell said:
I would imagine a lot of people with potential stay hidden, some through shyness, others fearing rejection.
A lot mind you, portray themselves through others.
For every superstar out there, you can bet someone in the background writes their songs, arranges the music, makes them better.
July 25th, 2026 10:09
BETRAYAL.
sorenbarrett said:
Self betrayal the worst of all. A lack of strength in body or mind maybe a weak spirit. A powerful poem that cries out for revelation. Well worded David
March 3rd, 2026 04:29
sorenbarrett said:
Self betrayal the worst of all. A lack of strength in body or mind maybe a weak spirit. A powerful poem that cries out for revelation. Well worded David
March 3rd, 2026 04:29
