Comments received on poems by Georgia Watson
Antique pain
sorenbarrett said:
Cracks or wrinkles, dents or scratches they all are part of life and each one is a memory well written
April 6th, 2026 19:03
sorenbarrett said:
Cracks or wrinkles, dents or scratches they all are part of life and each one is a memory well written
April 6th, 2026 19:03
Dear, _ _ _ _ _ _,
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This really sticks, Gerogia. That image of a “drag path” from then to now…that’s what stayed with me. It shows how memory isn’t just something you visit…it’s something that follows, something you carry whether you want to or not. Well done, on this, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
April 1st, 2026 17:14
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This really sticks, Gerogia. That image of a “drag path” from then to now…that’s what stayed with me. It shows how memory isn’t just something you visit…it’s something that follows, something you carry whether you want to or not. Well done, on this, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
April 1st, 2026 17:14
Dear, _ _ _ _ _ _,
sorenbarrett said:
A letter in pros that speaks of a broken relationship that appears that it has little chance of mending. It leaves a sad feel
April 1st, 2026 03:37
sorenbarrett said:
A letter in pros that speaks of a broken relationship that appears that it has little chance of mending. It leaves a sad feel
April 1st, 2026 03:37
I hope I never see them again.
Doggerel Dave said:
You are on a journey of realisation (call it self realisation if you wish). It is a fast, healthy journey that many never make. Bon voyage.
March 30th, 2026 17:35
Doggerel Dave said:
You are on a journey of realisation (call it self realisation if you wish). It is a fast, healthy journey that many never make. Bon voyage.
March 30th, 2026 17:35
Maybe, one day, I’ll be loved.
sorenbarrett said:
There is a longing in this poem. It calls out but with no response and only the wish that someday there will be an answer
March 30th, 2026 15:33
sorenbarrett said:
There is a longing in this poem. It calls out but with no response and only the wish that someday there will be an answer
March 30th, 2026 15:33
Maybe, one day, I’ll be loved.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, there’s a real vulnerability in this that comes through clearly. The way memory, absence, and hope all sit together without forcing resolution gives it weight. That final line lands exactly where it needs to. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 30th, 2026 10:11
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, there’s a real vulnerability in this that comes through clearly. The way memory, absence, and hope all sit together without forcing resolution gives it weight. That final line lands exactly where it needs to. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 30th, 2026 10:11
I hope I never see them again.
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, there’s a real strength in this…you’re owning what happened without letting it define where you go next. That final line carries weight, but knowing (through your note) you’re working your way back into education adds a sense of movement…this now feels like a turning point, not an ending. Regardless, strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 30th, 2026 09:14
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, there’s a real strength in this…you’re owning what happened without letting it define where you go next. That final line carries weight, but knowing (through your note) you’re working your way back into education adds a sense of movement…this now feels like a turning point, not an ending. Regardless, strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 30th, 2026 09:14
I hope I never see them again.
jenny.g said:
A good reflective poem! Keep writing!
March 29th, 2026 16:22
jenny.g said:
A good reflective poem! Keep writing!
March 29th, 2026 16:22
I hope I never see them again.
sorenbarrett said:
A sad poem that allowed others to govern a life. I hope that this turns around
March 29th, 2026 14:47
sorenbarrett said:
A sad poem that allowed others to govern a life. I hope that this turns around
March 29th, 2026 14:47
Such small hands, turned so bloody
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this hit me hard…there’s a raw honesty here that doesn’t try to hide anything. The way you move through younger versions of yourself feels deeply human and painfully real. It’s brave writing, truly. I’m really glad you shared it, my friend. Welcome back. You\'ve been missed! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 6th, 2026 13:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this hit me hard…there’s a raw honesty here that doesn’t try to hide anything. The way you move through younger versions of yourself feels deeply human and painfully real. It’s brave writing, truly. I’m really glad you shared it, my friend. Welcome back. You\'ve been missed! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
March 6th, 2026 13:23
Such small hands, turned so bloody
sorenbarrett said:
There is an existential crisis in this tale a search for identity and a long road of turmoil. Nicely done
March 6th, 2026 03:35
sorenbarrett said:
There is an existential crisis in this tale a search for identity and a long road of turmoil. Nicely done
March 6th, 2026 03:35
The shoulders of giants
Tristan Robert Lange said:
The whole piece glows with elegy and warning...nature, memory, and loss entwined. “We used to live on the shoulders of giants…” lingers. Beautifully done, Georgia. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 4th, 2025 17:43
Tristan Robert Lange said:
The whole piece glows with elegy and warning...nature, memory, and loss entwined. “We used to live on the shoulders of giants…” lingers. Beautifully done, Georgia. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 4th, 2025 17:43
The shoulders of giants
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful metaphor that I take as childhood and the creativity that goes with it. We unfortunately grow out of both. Nicely written
November 4th, 2025 15:16
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful metaphor that I take as childhood and the creativity that goes with it. We unfortunately grow out of both. Nicely written
November 4th, 2025 15:16
If the bugs
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Equal parts unsettling and sublime, this turns death into devotion’s aftertaste. Even decay can’t dilute what’s real...love becomes the eternal echo in every living thing. Wonderful job, Georgia! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 3rd, 2025 18:33
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Equal parts unsettling and sublime, this turns death into devotion’s aftertaste. Even decay can’t dilute what’s real...love becomes the eternal echo in every living thing. Wonderful job, Georgia! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 3rd, 2025 18:33
If the bugs
sorenbarrett said:
A most unique expression of love. As for bugs they will get all that are not cremated. Nicely done
November 3rd, 2025 17:51
sorenbarrett said:
A most unique expression of love. As for bugs they will get all that are not cremated. Nicely done
November 3rd, 2025 17:51
To fly, is to fall
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This reads like a confession echoing off canyon walls...failure reframed as proof of courage. You remind us that even falling means we once had the will to rise. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Very well done, Georgia!
October 22nd, 2025 20:33
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This reads like a confession echoing off canyon walls...failure reframed as proof of courage. You remind us that even falling means we once had the will to rise. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Very well done, Georgia!
October 22nd, 2025 20:33
English Sunset
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This reads like a sunset caught mid-breath…tender, luminous, and eternal. You turned longing into light, and it lingers beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 22nd, 2025 13:49
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This reads like a sunset caught mid-breath…tender, luminous, and eternal. You turned longing into light, and it lingers beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 22nd, 2025 13:49
To fly, is to fall
sorenbarrett said:
A sad poem of perceived failure that needs to be looked at from another perspective.. A wonderful write about how we second think.
October 22nd, 2025 10:11
sorenbarrett said:
A sad poem of perceived failure that needs to be looked at from another perspective.. A wonderful write about how we second think.
October 22nd, 2025 10:11
English Sunset
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful poem with great images painted in poetic words. Very nicely done.
October 21st, 2025 15:19
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful poem with great images painted in poetic words. Very nicely done.
October 21st, 2025 15:19
I’m not there yet
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that acknowledges a shattering of self and the attempt to reassemble the broken yet the realization that this is a process not yet completed. Nicely written
October 2nd, 2025 18:26
sorenbarrett said:
A poem that acknowledges a shattering of self and the attempt to reassemble the broken yet the realization that this is a process not yet completed. Nicely written
October 2nd, 2025 18:26
I’m not there yet
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this is powerful. Fragmentation, sinking, glimpses of beauty amid grief...you’ve voiced the ache of “not there yet” with striking honesty. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 2nd, 2025 17:00
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this is powerful. Fragmentation, sinking, glimpses of beauty amid grief...you’ve voiced the ache of “not there yet” with striking honesty. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 2nd, 2025 17:00
Man not yet free
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this is stark and unrelenting...iron fist, empty words, walls clawed against, all driving home that refrain. “Man not yet free” resonates heavy and true. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Very well done. A fave!
September 30th, 2025 17:40
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this is stark and unrelenting...iron fist, empty words, walls clawed against, all driving home that refrain. “Man not yet free” resonates heavy and true. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Very well done. A fave!
September 30th, 2025 17:40
Man not yet free
sorenbarrett said:
Powerful and I have to agree I don\'t see that man should be free either. Well written
September 29th, 2025 17:30
sorenbarrett said:
Powerful and I have to agree I don\'t see that man should be free either. Well written
September 29th, 2025 17:30
Kitchen Flowers
sorenbarrett said:
This poem seems to have more than one meaning even as a metaphor. Death is implied and spoken of in this poem as are the gift of flowers symbols of beauty and happiness. Often people reject the very things that would give life to a relationship and now all that remain are memories. A deep poem nicely done
September 29th, 2025 04:04
sorenbarrett said:
This poem seems to have more than one meaning even as a metaphor. Death is implied and spoken of in this poem as are the gift of flowers symbols of beauty and happiness. Often people reject the very things that would give life to a relationship and now all that remain are memories. A deep poem nicely done
September 29th, 2025 04:04
Aphrodite’s Fortune
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this one shines with devotion. Aphrodite’s fortune becomes the touch, the warmth, the constancy of your love. That line with Apollo writing and her portraying elevates it into myth, timeless and radiant. Tender and beautiful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 19th, 2025 15:50
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this one shines with devotion. Aphrodite’s fortune becomes the touch, the warmth, the constancy of your love. That line with Apollo writing and her portraying elevates it into myth, timeless and radiant. Tender and beautiful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 19th, 2025 15:50
Aphrodite’s Fortune
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful love poem so well written.
September 19th, 2025 15:05
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful love poem so well written.
September 19th, 2025 15:05
Harvest maiden
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this is mythic and evocative…the cry of Demeter woven into the call to carve one’s own history. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Wonderful!
September 10th, 2025 18:52
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Georgia, this is mythic and evocative…the cry of Demeter woven into the call to carve one’s own history. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Wonderful!
September 10th, 2025 18:52
Harvest maiden
sorenbarrett said:
A good metaphorical read and Demeter needs to know that her daughter resides below. Those pomegranate seeds pack a punch
September 10th, 2025 11:16
sorenbarrett said:
A good metaphorical read and Demeter needs to know that her daughter resides below. Those pomegranate seeds pack a punch
September 10th, 2025 11:16
Apollo’s call
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Beautifully crafted, Georgia. You’ve captured the weight of myth and memory colliding with our present…prophecy and lament braided together. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 29th, 2025 18:02
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Beautifully crafted, Georgia. You’ve captured the weight of myth and memory colliding with our present…prophecy and lament braided together. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
August 29th, 2025 18:02
Apollo’s call
sorenbarrett said:
This poem evokes feelings of a love lost and broken that speaks of what could have been. This is echoed in the last line a history not written. Well done.
August 29th, 2025 16:15
sorenbarrett said:
This poem evokes feelings of a love lost and broken that speaks of what could have been. This is echoed in the last line a history not written. Well done.
August 29th, 2025 16:15
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