Comments received on poems by David Wakeling
The Price of being a Woman.
orchidee said:
I been doing daft poems on about not being human, with this \'verifying\' stuff on here. We could say these are inhuman practices, but really they are the dark side of being human - ghastly things man (mankind) does to man / woman.
July 6th, 2025 01:57
orchidee said:
I been doing daft poems on about not being human, with this \'verifying\' stuff on here. We could say these are inhuman practices, but really they are the dark side of being human - ghastly things man (mankind) does to man / woman.
July 6th, 2025 01:57
The short walk home
arqios said:
A devastatingly harrowing descent from innocence into unthinkable tragedy. It begins with the gentle routine of a boy’s short walk home, painted with warmth and familiarity, only to twist into a chilling narrative of abduction, violence, and unbearable loss. The timeline structure makes the unfolding horror feel inevitable, relentless in its quiet precision. Andrew’s life is extinguished, and with it, the light of his mother’s world, who succumbs to despair in the wake of unspeakable grief. The poem bears witness to the fragility of safety, the cruelty of some fates, and the aching finality of a love that could not protect.vBrings to mind the Daniel Morcombe saga of tragedy of recent past.
July 5th, 2025 07:23
arqios said:
A devastatingly harrowing descent from innocence into unthinkable tragedy. It begins with the gentle routine of a boy’s short walk home, painted with warmth and familiarity, only to twist into a chilling narrative of abduction, violence, and unbearable loss. The timeline structure makes the unfolding horror feel inevitable, relentless in its quiet precision. Andrew’s life is extinguished, and with it, the light of his mother’s world, who succumbs to despair in the wake of unspeakable grief. The poem bears witness to the fragility of safety, the cruelty of some fates, and the aching finality of a love that could not protect.vBrings to mind the Daniel Morcombe saga of tragedy of recent past.
July 5th, 2025 07:23
The short walk home
Poetic Licence said:
A well written write though about horrific things, child abuse, murder and suicide all because of one evil bastard , well expressed write
July 5th, 2025 05:43
Poetic Licence said:
A well written write though about horrific things, child abuse, murder and suicide all because of one evil bastard , well expressed write
July 5th, 2025 05:43
The short walk home
sorenbarrett said:
David you\'re throwing sucker punches this morning and the worst thing was I saw this one coming. Hard hitting, raw and gut wrenching. Nothing worse than the loss of a child. A tragic and sad write. Nicely written
July 5th, 2025 03:54
sorenbarrett said:
David you\'re throwing sucker punches this morning and the worst thing was I saw this one coming. Hard hitting, raw and gut wrenching. Nothing worse than the loss of a child. A tragic and sad write. Nicely written
July 5th, 2025 03:54
The Sin of Dread.
arqios said:
I am perceiving a heartfelt plea for grace, steeped in spiritual imagery and quiet vulnerability. Also, a reflecting soul burdened not by action, but by fear and doubt; a sin that feels intangible, yet deeply human. The poem reaches toward divine mercy and cosmic compassion, asking whether even the universe might forgive the quiet ache of being afraid. It’s a moving meditation on the hope that love, in its highest form, can heal even the fear of not being worthy. 🕊️🙏🏻
July 4th, 2025 06:35
arqios said:
I am perceiving a heartfelt plea for grace, steeped in spiritual imagery and quiet vulnerability. Also, a reflecting soul burdened not by action, but by fear and doubt; a sin that feels intangible, yet deeply human. The poem reaches toward divine mercy and cosmic compassion, asking whether even the universe might forgive the quiet ache of being afraid. It’s a moving meditation on the hope that love, in its highest form, can heal even the fear of not being worthy. 🕊️🙏🏻
July 4th, 2025 06:35
The Sin of Dread.
Poetic Licence said:
A sense of panic setting in that they will not be forgiven, and they what will follow, enjoyed the read
July 4th, 2025 05:15
Poetic Licence said:
A sense of panic setting in that they will not be forgiven, and they what will follow, enjoyed the read
July 4th, 2025 05:15
The Sin of Dread.
sorenbarrett said:
David this is a poem to think about. It may be taken lightly as someone too sensitive and therefore laughable or it may be taken as one that knows more about what is to come than we do and foresees something terrible. Well written with buildup to be followed by the last line in a dramatic drop. Nicely done
July 4th, 2025 04:04
sorenbarrett said:
David this is a poem to think about. It may be taken lightly as someone too sensitive and therefore laughable or it may be taken as one that knows more about what is to come than we do and foresees something terrible. Well written with buildup to be followed by the last line in a dramatic drop. Nicely done
July 4th, 2025 04:04
We are not men with loud voices.
arqios said:
Suddenly it resurfaces that age old notion that to the loud go the spoils… a certain kind of loudness at that. Sorry for waxing so randomly 🕊🙏🏻
July 3rd, 2025 17:15
arqios said:
Suddenly it resurfaces that age old notion that to the loud go the spoils… a certain kind of loudness at that. Sorry for waxing so randomly 🕊🙏🏻
July 3rd, 2025 17:15
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
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