Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

Writing is what i do
writing is what i dont ignore
usually i write the truth
but still i will write galore
I let my fingers do the talking
I let my fingers speak the words
paper is what my pencil is stalking
Its what makes my feelings heard
I can write all day long
for those moments i feel free
I feel like my words are strong
feelings belonging to others and to me
I will continue to write truthfully
even if the feelings aint mine
I write the words to let u see
how you love and cry at the same time
you can love or hate what i write
but my writing wont end only increase
this is my talent and this is what i like
Im going to write till the day i cease

Nitter, natter, nitter, natter
The world wide web is awake with chatter
Insomniacs, lonely hearts,
Looking to make friends
some, as mad as a hatter!

Strangers, talk for hours,
Whiling the night away
Whatever the topic, they go on and on
till night time, soon becomes day

WWW the world wide web
Opens up avenues and doors
New acquaintances, friends that become lovers
Communications, like never before

We can hide behind our PC,
Build a picture of the somebody, we may be
The person on the other end, truly cannot see
Who you are and what you do
But are happy to share some time with you

It’s a little sad, to communicate this way,
But some have no choice
Timid, shy, Introverted or lonely,
In public, they may not have a voice have a voice

On the web they become new persona
Flirtatious, outgoing, no longer the loner
Meeting people, if only on line
As long as they stay safe, that is just fine

Tired fingers do the walking,
Hours upon hours of endless talking
The keyboard in overdrive, your hard drive whirring
Do you really know the person,
To whom your dreams, you are sharing?

Some become friends; you get to know quite well
Will one become a special friend? Only time will tell!
To all on CS, whatever your quest
I bid you all a Big hello, and wish you All the best!!

Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a lover
On my brow, a rose and a book
For I am the Damascene whose profession is passion
Whose singing turns the herbs green
A Damascene moon travels through my blood
Nightingales . . . and grain . . . and domes
From Damascus, jasmine begins its whiteness
And fragrances perfume themselves with her scent
From Damascus, water begins . . . for wherever
You lean your head, a stream flows
And poetry is a sparrow spreading its wings
Over Sham . . . and a poet is a voyager
From Damascus, love begins . . . for our ancestors
Worshipped beauty, they dissolved it, and they melted away
From Damascus, horses begin their journey
And the stirrups are tightened for the great conquest
From Damascus, eternity begins . . . and with her
Languages remain and genealogies are preserved
And Damascus gives Arabism its form
And on its land, epochs materialize

Our will and engagement makes us feel honoured
Our powerful emotions are ruling supreme
Forces of our thoughts entwined on this long journey
Lifting us higher to distant places unexplored

Sometimes moon turns its dark side towards us
Silence of the orbital sphere arounds us
Our signals loose untill we hear a delighted voice
After the dawning sun a new moon rises again.

Gravity on earth, the sadness in our lives keeps us down
Knowledge of our mortality, deposit for our birth
Weakness and failure in the daily prospect unsteady
Hope remains, when all seems lost and forlorn

Perusing through the profiles
To appease my lonely sense
I stumbled upon a corner
With an interest of intense
A place where people share
Everything an all
To express what they feel
Life journey their call
They must feel at ease
As if they were at home
For at poet's corner
You are never really alone
Write what you may
Express what you must
The feeling at the corner
Is one you can trust
You can walk away
For a day or three
Each time you return
There is no fee
Just a welcomed return
Never to have met
Home to some
Others not to forget

Just like to thank those that have been kind to me the short time i was here. I have been lucky enough to find my love on here and will spend my time on that. Might pop in once in a while to read some of the poetry. There are so many brilliant poets here. Sorry that I did not get to comment to all of them. Thank you one and all for your kindness.

i saw a poem
written about me
just felt to reply
i dunno why

i would take it serious
if i knew the poet
but then i thought why
should i really reply?

her poem sounds nice
like dancing on the ice
and i thought why
should i think to fall
instead of having fun
just as she's done

so thanks diamondwillows
wetting my pillows
no it's not caused by cry
more coming from laugh

The day is ending time to say good night,
Until tomorrow I hope that you sleep tight.
As the sun rises high in the blue sky,
I hope that your dreams and hopes also fly.

To gain success we must give it our all,
If we Never try, we will never fall.
To gain control, to succeed is a must,
But in order to do this, we do have to trust.

Now I'll say good night, I hope you sleep well,
I hope that your dreams are as pleasant as hell.
With no nightmares to enter your head
As you sleep all night comfortable in bed.

Hey you look fine. Got a lovely companion there! Nice kids; by the way. Nice car and house too! For now, it's all i remember. As for me, well, i got nothing new.

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Inspirational, Sentimental
Provoking, Illuminating, Devoting
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