Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

It's their buoyancy
fluid weightless-ness
the gyre between
warm and cold currents
A next best guess
allures underside a jellyfish
Trial and error has found its place
swept curves of the harp
pull the pitch of each string
together my naivete

Pink names upon the poet's wall
individual names on a lengthening scroll
needn't need fancy a need for them all
To this they collectively speak

Mortars and pestle prepared to grind
floral nodes dropped therein
Apothecaries
unique in their own
each essence compressed
infused in the oil

Whether the bay state of Rhode Island
or from a billibong Down Under
our C/S ladies are rarities
are countless varieties of rose

Awaken, dear soul, from your slumber deep,
Unveil your potential, let it no longer sleep.
Seek within the strength that you possess,
Embrace self-improvement, and let it manifest.

"YOU"
"P"
I gave you
Approximately
4 weeks of my life
Guesstimate
I had faith in the human race
Sometimes numerous hours texting back and forth on connecting singles
For most of a day
Or deep into the night
Investing much time into you
Thought I found my
soul mate
Loved your smile
Loved your quick wit
Sense of humor
You brought out the best in me
I created
Custom made
Poetry for you
If u had doubts of my character
It would of been
nice for you to
Ask me some questions
Vs. jumping to conclusions
Have led a clean life
At some point someone with A Brit. Accent called me
Asked for two different female names
Brief disconnected
I had given u my number for emergency u didn't request it
But u didn't save it
At some point u disappeared for a week saying your computer had failed
Then about a week later contacted each other
After some time
I asked you to call me
You did it first sounded like a Spanish accent then went to
Brit. Accent was that a robot
Thing going on?
You said it wouldn't happen again but it happened twice
Now u r long gone
How could u be that intense w another and be fake
Was it fake insincere
Did u become ill
Get in an accident?
All I know now is I am distant
Guarded
The sting was too great
I think I will seek out a local
Friendship
Vs.
A
Replay of the above
Trust broken
Hurt
Don't think the success rate
Is probable
But not a quitter
Rachael_0622

Color coded these somewhat
sharp and flat in raised relief
octave eights their intersect

Left over right moves right to left
Finger, finger, finger/thumb
doubling down to ante up

The jay-walk soon takes to running
twixt major and minors oncoming
and in striking, strikes more keys

To catapult; to hurtle & scatter
gyrated notes re-righting themselves
e, g, b, d, f -- f, a, c, e;
Spirit, soul, or troubles being
piano solo each our own

Welcome to C.S. on line
A place to chill with a glass of wine

Time to choose a user name,
Boy oh boy there's lots the same.

Now for the password what to choose
Whatever I pick there's nothing to lose.

Choose a photo,which will it be,
I guess it's best to look like me

At last I'm in and ready to play
Who shall I contact first today:

People here from everywhere,
Hurry up no time to stare

I'll send a flower he looks nice
Hope he doesn't want advice!

Got a reply oh how sweet.
I'm not so keen now ,press delete

Goodness me ,my mailbox is red!
Hope it's from that guy called Fred

In the forums to shed some light,
Goodness me not another fight

Don't agree with everyone
What the hell,it's all good fun.

So lighten up, enjoy ,it's fine
Meeting up on the C.S. line

To c.s. or not to c.s. , that is the question , I pondered , to venture once again , would I make a new friend , or would my efforts flounder. I entered the game , put my picture and name , began my lovelorn search.To my shock and amaze , new friends came my way , and found that this thing really works. I blog and I write poetry with delight , I have made some most wonderful friends. Dates and good friends , my fun has no end , and just may have the love of my life....

I LIVE AMONG YOU TO BRING STRENGTH TO THE WEAK,
I ENTER YOUR MIND TO GIVE REASON BEYOND DOUBT,
I FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE JOY AND HAPPINESS,
I TAKE YOUR HAND AND LEAD YOU TO THE LIGHT,
I ENTER THE SOULS OF ALL MEN,WOMAN,AND CHILDREN,
FOR I AM AN ANGEL,
THE ANGEL OF MY ONE TRUE LORD ABIEL,
I AM HERE TO SPREAD HIS WORD,

FOR I AM YOU....YOU ARE ME.....

WE ARE ALL THAT SHALL BE

I come on here and what do I see, beautiful faces who wont consider me.

"I think she is pretty" is what I say, "but I doubt she would talk or even look my way".

Is it those who look pretty, is that how to win? No it's just those who are pretty within.

Looks can decieve and destort whats important in life, is it only looks that you want from a wife?

Will it be looks that you love until your end or would it be somebody who is also your friend?

Look inside first and outside next because beauty inside is what you'll love best.

A love and a friend is what can make marriage work, much better than being married to a good looking berk.

Take me for instance, my looks are not great but I'd be more than a husband, I'd be your best mate.

When "I" am god, so "I" need none. "I" live by the sword and rule by the gun. When love is passed, my feelings are numb. My neighbour is outcasted, everyone is "soooo-dumb!" When "I" now first, in the dictionary. When everyone is cursed, and the world "needs me". When dad and mom, they now obey me. Demanding glory and honour, "I" feel like almighty. When my heart is cynicial, and arrogant in-tone. Acting as the "immortals", ready for "my" throne. Is this you above? Here's afool's advice: you're void of love; that's the anti-christ!

My heart beats fast,
My breathing is labored,
The taste lingers on my tongue.
The air is cold,
But the heat in unbearable,
And its pools against my skin.
The work is quick,
For Its self inflicted,
The fever of my skin.
My heart is erratic,
With movements to match,
I find pleasure in my own company.
I must work quick,
the heat is burning,
And I long for what’s to come.
So my fingers move faster,
and I finish the job.
I dive into the what’s left,
with two fingers,
Slowly,
I devour the taste,
And moan out in delight.
Licking off the essence,
That remain upon my skin.
Its perfect.
Its sweet, but tart,
And lingers in my mouth.
Lemons? Limes? Strawberries?
I cannot decide the flavour.
It tastes so good I cannot resist
Going back for more.
I must stop myself,
From going to far.
As this is how it started before.
My breathing is labored,
As I savour another taste.
You can never have enough of a good thing,
But I must be careful not to start again.