Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

i am sure cs has a life of its own. there maybe other sites yes. but they don t have a soul.

Looking
Searching
For the one
Always returning
Only to find
I'm alone again.

From,. . .
Jesse,Jimee,Jyonah,Cameal,DarkHorse,Shadow,Elo,Cafe and Macduff . . . .hey guys
we have done something which have not been done before. . . a continuous flow of poetry. . . I say take a bow EVERYONE. . . it flows like a double trilogy. . .
All was humorous, entertaining and a big blast!

maybe we might have started a trend. . .
I can honestly tell you that this is also a FIRST in poets corner
in fact a FIRST in any poetry site. . . .

Well done guys.

Truth is the Greatest Prize

We had our moments
Some good and some bad
Could we share a future
Against a world so mad
You and me were glad

Can we rewrite history
The one that got away
Is peace such a mystery
To hide what we betray
Can we catch a future

There once was such hope
Peace that would last and last
The world too tired to cope
We were all so hungry
Coming out of the cold

Now we all must realize
Our future is really not ours
When all our freedom dies
So beware of all the lies
Truth is the greatest prize

Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.

Day After Day as The World turns.
I don't quite know what it is like to be you but.
I'm not that far off to not notice your pain.
Which is something I have learned.
I did try but you far proved you weren't you.
This routine heartbreak could only go so far.
My limits are not to gain nor be intimate again.
No apology will EVER be Taken.
I hope you are shaken as it doesn't take much to notice.
When you beltch out the loud speaker you have spoken.
2 different Divorce announcements has been a blast.
The smoke is clear. That was Great!!! Find another Date

One night I sat down with Native American people
and briefly discussed with them
what the f*** are those flying things
Brown faced horse hit me a belt for laughing at the moon and
after that we all got on fine but it was in the middle of the afternoon

Lonely, seeking a friend
Not someone to me amend
Many sites inviting to join for free
Then asking for a fee
Money for love is prostitution
That goes against my intuition
Not so with Connecting Singles.com
Browsed some lovely and not so lovely female faces
Made contact with a few
EEEEEEEEhhhhhhhhhhh…….!!!!!!
Accidentally discovered poets corner
It became my new love
More exciting than movies or games
Oh yes, tried to stay away
Kept coming back over and over again
Found people that accepted me as I am
Free I was to be who I wanted to be
While still remaining in anonymity

i think back on the times when we were young and pure, we laughed we cried n played n caused chaos thats for sure. Our imaginations ran wild with dreams of what may be, but in this place we often traveled only we could see. Our mom showed us love and taught us right from wrong, she dried our tears and always let us know where we would always belong. Our dad kept us safe and encouraged us do good in school, he taught us fishing, camping, hunting, and even to play pool. You were getting older no more barbies, bank or playing toys, you were now a young woman so it was friends makeup and boys. U were my idol smart beautiful and sweet, i wanted to be just like u after all ur the gurl everyone wants to meet. I watched you shine over the years and become a mother of your own, there was no battle or bridge to high u wouldnt face alone. The image of our mother a gurl not defined have a little faith in u and let ur past rewind. Ur my big sister n my friend plz find u and come home soon my hand is here to lend.

You appeared in my dream
Finally
After long endless conversation
It was faceless
At first
But I never doubt your being
Then came words
Voices
Everything that I need
To materialize you

Should everything be materialized?
Feelings
Longing
Would we ever reach "there"?
Should we stay "here"?
What is "here" and "there"?

Was it really a distance between us?
Only miles away and nothing else?

THE PHOTO
THERE WAS A TIME WHEN THE PHOTO DID NOT LIE.
IN THIS AGE OF TECHNOLOGY THIS ITSELF HAS BECOME A LIE.
I LOOK AT MY PHOTO IN THE PC; I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THE STAR I WANT TO BE.
I MUST ALTER MY FACE TO REMOVE THE SCAR.TO MAKE THIS IMAGE LOOK LIKE A STAR
THE WRINKLES ARE MANY, IT LOOKS AS IF MANY PEOPLE HAVE LIVED IN THIS OLD HOUSE.
THIS IS NOT A PROBLEM; I CAN REMOVE ALL WITH THE CLICK OF A MOUSE.
MY HEAD IS BARE BUT WITH ONE CLICK I CAN PUT ON A HAT.
MY BODY IS THIN NO MORE, CLICK I AM NOW FAT.
MY HAIR IS GREY BUT I HAVE MY FRIEND THE MOUSE, IT IS NOW BLACK.
TO SHOW MY BLACK HAIR I CAN REMOVE THE HAT.
I LOOK AT THE PHOTO IN THE PC.I AM NOW THE STAR I WANTED TO BE.
THEN I LOOK TO THE MIRROR ON THE BATHROOM WALL, DISMAY IT IS STILL THE OLD ME.
I PREFER THE IMAGE ON THE PC THIS PERSON I WOULD LIKE TO BE.
MY TEETH ARE STRAIGHT AND WHITE MY HAIR A SHINNING BLACK.
I CAN SEND THIS NEW IMAGE OF ME TO PEOPLE THROUGH MY PC.
NO ONE OUT THERE WILL EVER KNOW IT IS NOT THE TRUE ME.
YOU CAN BE WHAT EVER YOU WISH TO BE WITH A CAMERA AND A PC
MY EYES WERE BLUE BUT NOW ARE GREEN, WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TECHNOLOGY.

BY: RAY