Comments received on poems by Anna Wakey29
Frankenstein, Or Just The Monster?
gray0328 said:
The Keys We Hand Over
There is a mirror in the sky,
one that warps when you look too long.
It reflects faces you’ll never meet,
whispering their opinions like gospel.
You polish your smile to perfection,
let their borrowed expectations braid
themselves into your hair, their strings
knot around your wrists, binding tight.
You become a silhouette of permission,
a shadow puppeteered by unseen hands.
When did you trade freedom for approval?
When did \'enough\' become somebody else\'s word?
The truth is a locked door, waiting,
but only you carry the key.
Careful—each glance backward is a chain,
each nod to them tightens the leash.
There is a world beyond their gaze,
a rhythm that is fully your own.
Step boldly; no one else can sing
the song your heart was born to hold.
April 5th, 2026 05:54
gray0328 said:
The Keys We Hand Over
There is a mirror in the sky,
one that warps when you look too long.
It reflects faces you’ll never meet,
whispering their opinions like gospel.
You polish your smile to perfection,
let their borrowed expectations braid
themselves into your hair, their strings
knot around your wrists, binding tight.
You become a silhouette of permission,
a shadow puppeteered by unseen hands.
When did you trade freedom for approval?
When did \'enough\' become somebody else\'s word?
The truth is a locked door, waiting,
but only you carry the key.
Careful—each glance backward is a chain,
each nod to them tightens the leash.
There is a world beyond their gaze,
a rhythm that is fully your own.
Step boldly; no one else can sing
the song your heart was born to hold.
April 5th, 2026 05:54
Permanent Address
Doggerel Dave said:
Not a good position to be in. I would suggest you devote all your literary energies in carefully worded letters to your MP, Social Services and any other agencies you can find. Poetry here, I\'m sorry to be in the position to inform you, will not be of practical help.
April 1st, 2026 17:59
Doggerel Dave said:
Not a good position to be in. I would suggest you devote all your literary energies in carefully worded letters to your MP, Social Services and any other agencies you can find. Poetry here, I\'m sorry to be in the position to inform you, will not be of practical help.
April 1st, 2026 17:59
Permanent Address
sorenbarrett said:
There is such an empty feeling to this poem where the image of an empty, used and discarded tin can comes to mind. Left on a trash heap. Usefulness gone now it is just a burden of disposal left to take care of. If it can be removed far from public concern, buried and ignored then all the better. It is sad and a commentary on society and how we treat the margins of society where many reside day to day hand to mouth. Powerful stuff well written and a fave for its emotional power
April 1st, 2026 04:24
sorenbarrett said:
There is such an empty feeling to this poem where the image of an empty, used and discarded tin can comes to mind. Left on a trash heap. Usefulness gone now it is just a burden of disposal left to take care of. If it can be removed far from public concern, buried and ignored then all the better. It is sad and a commentary on society and how we treat the margins of society where many reside day to day hand to mouth. Powerful stuff well written and a fave for its emotional power
April 1st, 2026 04:24
Frankenstein, Or Just The Monster?
marissa said:
this feels exactly what it’s like to be in a relationship with depression.Your poem brought a tear to my eye honestly,well done.
March 31st, 2026 15:43
marissa said:
this feels exactly what it’s like to be in a relationship with depression.Your poem brought a tear to my eye honestly,well done.
March 31st, 2026 15:43
Frankenstein, Or Just The Monster?
sorenbarrett said:
When one is dead they are buried or cremated literally or figuratively. A sad poem but many respond to shock and the heart starts again. Well done
March 31st, 2026 14:43
sorenbarrett said:
When one is dead they are buried or cremated literally or figuratively. A sad poem but many respond to shock and the heart starts again. Well done
March 31st, 2026 14:43
The Library
sorenbarrett said:
Recognition of one\'s monsters and defeating them is admirable. We all fight our Frankenstein\'s those monsters we ourselves have created, reliance on technology, society, family, partners and like in the story watch its destruction about us take what is most dear and escape to the frozen hinterlands.
March 21st, 2026 03:43
sorenbarrett said:
Recognition of one\'s monsters and defeating them is admirable. We all fight our Frankenstein\'s those monsters we ourselves have created, reliance on technology, society, family, partners and like in the story watch its destruction about us take what is most dear and escape to the frozen hinterlands.
March 21st, 2026 03:43
Why The Abyss Stares Back
sorenbarrett said:
It is the last stanza that hold the power of this poem for me. It is self evident and who can argue yet some do. Very nicely written
March 19th, 2026 04:54
sorenbarrett said:
It is the last stanza that hold the power of this poem for me. It is self evident and who can argue yet some do. Very nicely written
March 19th, 2026 04:54
Why The Abyss Stares Back
Katie B. said:
Great read. Well written. Thanks for sharing!
March 19th, 2026 01:58
Katie B. said:
Great read. Well written. Thanks for sharing!
March 19th, 2026 01:58
Omission
sorenbarrett said:
Self sacrifice by silence is one of the most dramatic ways to go down. The only thing more romantic than to die for another is to die for another identified as the villain
March 18th, 2026 11:07
sorenbarrett said:
Self sacrifice by silence is one of the most dramatic ways to go down. The only thing more romantic than to die for another is to die for another identified as the villain
March 18th, 2026 11:07
