Comments received on poems by Tony Grannell
Inseparable
Teddy.15 said:
On Reading this I have at least 3 accents, I\'m going with Irish? Do let me know because this is incredibly brilliant. Your imagery superb, I couldn\'t help but feel in tune with your first stanza as you describe this dog left to die, sometimes we can feel this as humans too, for many reasons, recently how my siblings treated me on a trip home, sad to say I know. How one single thing can literally save a soul, In this case a dog and a man very different yet the same. Superb dear Tony, I\'d like to put you on my friends list if you will accept me, your inspiring poetry I would love to follow. 🌹
August 1st, 2025 07:02
Teddy.15 said:
On Reading this I have at least 3 accents, I\'m going with Irish? Do let me know because this is incredibly brilliant. Your imagery superb, I couldn\'t help but feel in tune with your first stanza as you describe this dog left to die, sometimes we can feel this as humans too, for many reasons, recently how my siblings treated me on a trip home, sad to say I know. How one single thing can literally save a soul, In this case a dog and a man very different yet the same. Superb dear Tony, I\'d like to put you on my friends list if you will accept me, your inspiring poetry I would love to follow. 🌹
August 1st, 2025 07:02
Inseparable
Poetic Licence said:
Reading your writes always give the sense of a life very well lived and experienced, lovely write, enjoyed the read
August 1st, 2025 05:30
Poetic Licence said:
Reading your writes always give the sense of a life very well lived and experienced, lovely write, enjoyed the read
August 1st, 2025 05:30
Inseparable
sorenbarrett said:
I know this man and dog, I have seen him, I have spoken with him and at times I have been him. And so it is with a great poem one must have lived it to feel it and one must feel it for it to be great. Another Fave Tony my congratulations
August 1st, 2025 04:48
sorenbarrett said:
I know this man and dog, I have seen him, I have spoken with him and at times I have been him. And so it is with a great poem one must have lived it to feel it and one must feel it for it to be great. Another Fave Tony my congratulations
August 1st, 2025 04:48
The Miner\'s Rag
Poetic Licence said:
A stark but beautifully written reminder of how harsh a working class family life\'s used to be, the grind of working in conditions that are destroying your health, the mother working her fingers to the bone to clean, cook, sew and maintain a family home that has next to nothing. It was for certain a much harder life then, nicely expressed and written
July 31st, 2025 14:45
Poetic Licence said:
A stark but beautifully written reminder of how harsh a working class family life\'s used to be, the grind of working in conditions that are destroying your health, the mother working her fingers to the bone to clean, cook, sew and maintain a family home that has next to nothing. It was for certain a much harder life then, nicely expressed and written
July 31st, 2025 14:45
The Miner\'s Rag
sorenbarrett said:
This poem struck deep in my memories of my mother and father in law. The setting was perfect as was the dress and mannerisms as she tended the fire and he set out for morning chores only that he had stopped smoking just before I met him. I now far older than he was when I met him still enjoy my pipe. Another fave my friend.
July 31st, 2025 08:23
sorenbarrett said:
This poem struck deep in my memories of my mother and father in law. The setting was perfect as was the dress and mannerisms as she tended the fire and he set out for morning chores only that he had stopped smoking just before I met him. I now far older than he was when I met him still enjoy my pipe. Another fave my friend.
July 31st, 2025 08:23
Flame Hope and Sorrow
Teddy.15 said:
Wow, this poem has blown me away for it\'s perfection in rhyme and the imagery it has created, I\'ve seen the candles burn out yet a most humbling sense of tranquility. Beautiful and I\'m truly honoured to have read this. A piece of timeless art. 🌹
I absolutely love your first stanza, it\'s music when l read it out loud. Kudos.
July 31st, 2025 07:39
Teddy.15 said:
Wow, this poem has blown me away for it\'s perfection in rhyme and the imagery it has created, I\'ve seen the candles burn out yet a most humbling sense of tranquility. Beautiful and I\'m truly honoured to have read this. A piece of timeless art. 🌹
I absolutely love your first stanza, it\'s music when l read it out loud. Kudos.
July 31st, 2025 07:39
The Miner\'s Rag
Friendship said:
Nicely said, Tony. In many cases, it\'s reality for a lot of people - the cycle of life. This poem offers a profound examination of the harsh realities of working-class life, particularly focusing on the struggles, routines, and small comforts that define the daily existence of a couple facing hardship. It explores themes of love, labor, and the interplay between life and death, underscoring the resilience of the human spirit against the backdrop of a grim environment. The poem revolves around a winter morning in which a woman prepares breakfast for her husband, who is physically unwell yet still must face the demands of his labor. The poem captures their domestic scene, revealing the tenderness in their relationship amidst the struggles of working-class life, as well as the impact of illness and hardship on their daily routine.
July 31st, 2025 07:32
Friendship said:
Nicely said, Tony. In many cases, it\'s reality for a lot of people - the cycle of life. This poem offers a profound examination of the harsh realities of working-class life, particularly focusing on the struggles, routines, and small comforts that define the daily existence of a couple facing hardship. It explores themes of love, labor, and the interplay between life and death, underscoring the resilience of the human spirit against the backdrop of a grim environment. The poem revolves around a winter morning in which a woman prepares breakfast for her husband, who is physically unwell yet still must face the demands of his labor. The poem captures their domestic scene, revealing the tenderness in their relationship amidst the struggles of working-class life, as well as the impact of illness and hardship on their daily routine.
July 31st, 2025 07:32
Flame Hope and Sorrow
Bella Shepard said:
Here is the beautiful symbolism of candle light, soft and gentle, evoking memories of a dearest love. Every lovely line a quiet remembrance. Exquisite!
July 30th, 2025 09:22
Bella Shepard said:
Here is the beautiful symbolism of candle light, soft and gentle, evoking memories of a dearest love. Every lovely line a quiet remembrance. Exquisite!
July 30th, 2025 09:22
Flame Hope and Sorrow
arqios said:
As someone who remembers candlelit power cuts and mixtapes on cassette, your poem struck a chord between fleeting light and stubborn longing. What does the flame remember that the darkness has forgotten? And how might we give the candle its own voice to tell us why it refuses to die? Such beautiful wanderings.
July 30th, 2025 08:41
arqios said:
As someone who remembers candlelit power cuts and mixtapes on cassette, your poem struck a chord between fleeting light and stubborn longing. What does the flame remember that the darkness has forgotten? And how might we give the candle its own voice to tell us why it refuses to die? Such beautiful wanderings.
July 30th, 2025 08:41
Flame Hope and Sorrow
sorenbarrett said:
A most lovely love poem where metaphor so nicely captures the quiet passion and burning desire that separation puts out. So many nuances in this imagery light, dark, the burning, melting, the solidified wax tears of time gone by. The process of aging as the candle (withers) but the flame won\'t let go. O how we cling. And the darkness that comes with the loss of love. Another fave
July 30th, 2025 04:28
sorenbarrett said:
A most lovely love poem where metaphor so nicely captures the quiet passion and burning desire that separation puts out. So many nuances in this imagery light, dark, the burning, melting, the solidified wax tears of time gone by. The process of aging as the candle (withers) but the flame won\'t let go. O how we cling. And the darkness that comes with the loss of love. Another fave
July 30th, 2025 04:28
Hey Brother Can You Spare a Dime
sorenbarrett said:
Hard times, broken, used and thrown away, that\'s the way it works now days. So many let go with no hope of finding anything better. A lovely write that applies to many but smells of the 20\'s and 30\'s. Keep em coming Tony this is another fave
July 29th, 2025 10:51
sorenbarrett said:
Hard times, broken, used and thrown away, that\'s the way it works now days. So many let go with no hope of finding anything better. A lovely write that applies to many but smells of the 20\'s and 30\'s. Keep em coming Tony this is another fave
July 29th, 2025 10:51
The Weepin\' Willers
Poetic Licence said:
As the words cry out with an abundance of tender memories rising from faded time, the reader is left to think nothing else except this is a work of art, enjoyed the read
July 29th, 2025 05:52
Poetic Licence said:
As the words cry out with an abundance of tender memories rising from faded time, the reader is left to think nothing else except this is a work of art, enjoyed the read
July 29th, 2025 05:52
The Weepin\' Willers
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Tony, this reads like Southern elegy wrapped in bourbon and grief. The rhythm’s thick with memory...gritty, ghosted, and tender. You let the dialect breathe without losing the longing beneath it. And, those weepin\' willers are sight to behold indeed. Had one right next to the elementary school I attended as a wee lad, though I grew up in the northeast (New Jersey). This, my friend, is a porch hymn for the brokenhearted. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave.
July 29th, 2025 05:31
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Tony, this reads like Southern elegy wrapped in bourbon and grief. The rhythm’s thick with memory...gritty, ghosted, and tender. You let the dialect breathe without losing the longing beneath it. And, those weepin\' willers are sight to behold indeed. Had one right next to the elementary school I attended as a wee lad, though I grew up in the northeast (New Jersey). This, my friend, is a porch hymn for the brokenhearted. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave.
July 29th, 2025 05:31
The Weepin\' Willers
sorenbarrett said:
Maybe it\'s the Irish in my ancestry but this one seemed a bit close to the bone. It felt home in some ways and the language helped to make it more so. A sad but all too real feel to this epic. Once again masterfully done it calls out to me from the past as if I knew these folks. Hat\'s off to you Tony
July 28th, 2025 15:39
sorenbarrett said:
Maybe it\'s the Irish in my ancestry but this one seemed a bit close to the bone. It felt home in some ways and the language helped to make it more so. A sad but all too real feel to this epic. Once again masterfully done it calls out to me from the past as if I knew these folks. Hat\'s off to you Tony
July 28th, 2025 15:39
The Purple Parasol
Friendship said:
Nicely written, your poem explores themes of longing, love, and the joy of reunion. It captures the anticipation and excitement of a lady who has been waiting for her sailor to return from the sea, highlighting both the pain of separation and the beauty of their eventual reunion.
July 27th, 2025 15:50
Friendship said:
Nicely written, your poem explores themes of longing, love, and the joy of reunion. It captures the anticipation and excitement of a lady who has been waiting for her sailor to return from the sea, highlighting both the pain of separation and the beauty of their eventual reunion.
July 27th, 2025 15:50
The Purple Parasol
Poetic Licence said:
Just a natural wonderful story teller, lovely write, enjoyed
July 27th, 2025 10:16
Poetic Licence said:
Just a natural wonderful story teller, lovely write, enjoyed
July 27th, 2025 10:16
The Purple Parasol
sorenbarrett said:
Toney once again I have to say you have nailed it. Such classic meter and rhyme painted with quaint images set the scene for this poem of another era. It smiles with grace and dignity in a modern era that has neither. It sings like a lullaby to lull one into a sleep and dream of another time. Simply lovely and masterfully done.
July 27th, 2025 08:14
sorenbarrett said:
Toney once again I have to say you have nailed it. Such classic meter and rhyme painted with quaint images set the scene for this poem of another era. It smiles with grace and dignity in a modern era that has neither. It sings like a lullaby to lull one into a sleep and dream of another time. Simply lovely and masterfully done.
July 27th, 2025 08:14
The Purple Parasol
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a graceful and richly imagined poem, Tony, as always. The narrative carries a gentle elegance, and the final reunion lands, my friend.. That purple parasol is a great title and poem.. Truly, an excellent job. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Hope your day rocks!
July 27th, 2025 08:01
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a graceful and richly imagined poem, Tony, as always. The narrative carries a gentle elegance, and the final reunion lands, my friend.. That purple parasol is a great title and poem.. Truly, an excellent job. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Hope your day rocks!
July 27th, 2025 08:01
The Purple Parasol
Lorna said:
You\'ve got the Irishman\'s poetic soul - that\'s certain!
July 27th, 2025 06:36
Lorna said:
You\'ve got the Irishman\'s poetic soul - that\'s certain!
July 27th, 2025 06:36
Sycamore
Bella Shepard said:
The Wild Sycamore, nature\'s gift, which draws all to it. An enchanting story told beautifully. Excellent in every way!
July 26th, 2025 13:07
Bella Shepard said:
The Wild Sycamore, nature\'s gift, which draws all to it. An enchanting story told beautifully. Excellent in every way!
July 26th, 2025 13:07
Sycamore
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow. An instant fave! What a richly woven and haunting piece, Tony. The refrain grounds it beautifully, and the imagery carries a mythic weight...part elegy, part revelation. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 26th, 2025 08:27
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow. An instant fave! What a richly woven and haunting piece, Tony. The refrain grounds it beautifully, and the imagery carries a mythic weight...part elegy, part revelation. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 26th, 2025 08:27
Sycamore
Poetic Licence said:
A beautiful read to sit and relax to, enjoyed the read
July 26th, 2025 08:25
Poetic Licence said:
A beautiful read to sit and relax to, enjoyed the read
July 26th, 2025 08:25
Sycamore
sorenbarrett said:
Majestically haunting in a wild but yet settled manner the rhyme and meter are entrancing and take the reader to another world. Set somewhere between then and now it is ghostly in its presentation showing a fleeting temporal state against enduring lack of change and permeance in that sycamore tree. The rhyme itself is intoxicating with several internal rhymes deluding the reader to feel that there was an end rhyme where there was not. A poetic magic trick. The repeated return to the sycamore tree highlighted its central role in this poem as is stated in the title. Brilliant! The ephemeral role of the soul against the unchanging. Much deeper I could dig but I dare not. A definite fave Tony
July 26th, 2025 08:12
sorenbarrett said:
Majestically haunting in a wild but yet settled manner the rhyme and meter are entrancing and take the reader to another world. Set somewhere between then and now it is ghostly in its presentation showing a fleeting temporal state against enduring lack of change and permeance in that sycamore tree. The rhyme itself is intoxicating with several internal rhymes deluding the reader to feel that there was an end rhyme where there was not. A poetic magic trick. The repeated return to the sycamore tree highlighted its central role in this poem as is stated in the title. Brilliant! The ephemeral role of the soul against the unchanging. Much deeper I could dig but I dare not. A definite fave Tony
July 26th, 2025 08:12
Sycamore
arqios said:
Sycamore\'s repeated refuge “in the shade of the wild sycamore tree” feels like a heartbeat, inviting us to shelter beneath its limbs. The sycamore itself becomes a living emblem of wisdom, endurance, and quiet sanctuary, its branches cradle both sylphs and mournful choristers alike. By unearthing its layers, the poem becomes more than a lyrical refuge; it transforms into a mirror reflecting our own cycles of exile, introspection, and return. Beaute!🙏🏻🕊️
July 26th, 2025 08:05
arqios said:
Sycamore\'s repeated refuge “in the shade of the wild sycamore tree” feels like a heartbeat, inviting us to shelter beneath its limbs. The sycamore itself becomes a living emblem of wisdom, endurance, and quiet sanctuary, its branches cradle both sylphs and mournful choristers alike. By unearthing its layers, the poem becomes more than a lyrical refuge; it transforms into a mirror reflecting our own cycles of exile, introspection, and return. Beaute!🙏🏻🕊️
July 26th, 2025 08:05
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