Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

There was a time, At a tender age of nine, Hiding behind a Pine, Was a girl friend of mine. We neither kiss or tell, Never fight or harm, Played cat and mouse, Or london bridge is falling down. We were best friends and more, Shared our things from toys to flour, We won all games and lost none, But all good things must come to an end.

A girl with a sensitive soul,
Her moves daring and bold,
Her heart is a shade of gold,
And we do know she does not grow old.

As wild as a fire,
And graceful as a steed,
A pout and cheeky smile,
Confuse and conflict in mind they meet,
A sign from above,
Would sent you love,
If only you reach out,
And clasp this foggy cloud.

Whisper into your ear,
Your time is very near,
For love ,romance and fairy tale,
Beyond your wildest dreams is coming this way...

Adieu With a parting kiss,
And with that ,
Girl you are on my dedicated list!

A very little funny pig ,
jerk a big bally frog ,
Frog is jumping angrily ....
Funny pig jerk the frog more especially ,
Again ,
Again ,
Again ...
Until the frog drown into the drain .

It can be risky
Posting a blog
Flaying myself open
Like a sardine can
Or a lid off a can of
Soup

Many rabid dogs
Wait
White foamy bubbles
Collecting in the corners of
Their "smiles"

It is the freedom of
Speach
The freedom to insult
The freedom to make light
And so it goes

I protect myself against
The angry rabid dogs
Of Blog

I pull on my heavy
Jeans that sing the blues
I slip my arms
Into my leather
Armor
And I lace up my
Steel-toed boots

Ready to take a walk
In the land of Blog

But that's not all
I have my Glock that
Rocks
In hand and safety off
And I am ready to
Defend myself

The Right to Bear Arms
The right to stare a
Bully in their narrow eyes
I am ready to swing my arm
Around

Halt, with open sight
Resting between the eyes
Of those rabid smiling dogs of Blog

when i dont know about what is the life...i asked my mom...
she said you will see it all the time
but i was too young to understand that...
but i thought i know everything..
truth is i still didnt find what life is really..
maybe not till i die..

I sit with you on top of me
Hold you close
Slow at first
One.... Two.... Three

Close my eyes
Hear you cry
Faster we get
Harder we try

Listen to you carefully
Making sure you respond to my touch
I want to hear you talk to me
In that way I love so much

Love to go on forever
But I have to let you go
Realising we've been here hours
My hands begin to slow

It creates a feeling within me
Like nothing else can do
In a moment of ecstasy
As I sit as one with you

Opening words of introduction always the same
Touching an emotional nerve of an unknown; just playing a game
An only child in a one parent household for many years
Thoughts of bad relationships in the past; holding back the tears.


Complimentary words of connection like freshly fallen flakes of snow
With each succeeding e mail; a promising relationship takes seed and begins to grow
Asking questions; always receiving satisfactory answers in return
Setting up the patsy on the other end; ready to get burned.

An opportunity for a meeting after returning from a foreign land
A small favor is necessary; the Romeo hopefully will be eager; according to my plan
The monetary sum requested in the message; Mr Head Over Heels should be willing to pay
Silence on the computer means I've chased another potential victim away.

If We Could Bring You Back Again


If we could bring you back again,
For one more hour or day,
We’d express all our unspoken love;
We’d have countless things to say.


If we could bring you back again,
We’d say we treasured you,
And that your presence in our lives
Meant more than we ever knew.


If we could bring you back again,
To tell you what we should,
You’d know how much we miss you now,
And if we could, we would.


By Joanna Fuchs

I ALWAYS LOVED KERRY
AND U DID YOUR BEST WE HAD A HOLIDAY EVERY YEAR
I USED TO BE SCARED TO SLEEP
BUT YOU HELD MY SMALL HAND
THERE WERE SIXX OF US DUNNO HOW WE GOT INTO THE ANGELA
I KNOW THIS DOESN'T RYME BUT NOTHING IN LIFE DOES
I GAVE U A KISS BUT SENSED SOMETHING BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN
YOU KNOW LIKE IN YOUR GUT THAT LAST TIME
YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME YOU WERE DRIVING FROOM 14 YEARS
BUT I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED YOU TAKEN UR KEYS OR SOMETHING
YOU WERE HANDY AT EVERYTHING
BUILT SHEDS AND TURNED IT FROM YOUR GREEN HOUSE TO YOUR WORK SHED
YOU MADE ALL THE WOOD TURNING SAWS OUTTA BITS AND PIECES
THEY WERE TAKEN CICULAR SAW BY YOUR GRANDCHILDREN

DADDY I LOVVED YOU U GOT CANCER OF THE EYE AND THAT HAD TO REMOVE UR EYE
THEN CATARACT ON OTHER EYE

BOTH MYSELF AND MY SISTER BREEDA BLAME OURSELVES
SHE GOES IN TO MUM ON FRIDAY AND DOES DIY
SHE SAYS DADDY TELLS HER TO DO IT

DADDY CAN YOU SEE AND HEAR WHATS GOING ON
OR HAS DEATH LEFT YOU ASLEEP OBLIVIOUS TO EVERY THING
OKAY YOU WERE 80 YEARS BUT A FIT MAN AND THE ESB VAN HAD TO
GO OVER THE CAR
IN RENARD POINT
COUNTY KERRY

I DIDN'T GO TO THHE FUNERAL WAS TOO SELFISH PLUS WAS DIAGNOIED AN ACHOLIC
ITS FUNNY NOW BECAUSE I WS TOLD I COULD DRINK AGAIN
ON ALOT OF PRESCRIBED DRUGS NOW
REMEMBER BEING IN ST ITAS AND ASKED DO I CARE AND I SAID NO
SINCE YOU GONE I ENDED IN HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS BECAUSE I HAD NIGHT MARES OF U WAKING UP IN THAT COFFIN AND BLAMING ME

OKAY GUESS THIS IS GOODBYE COS I KNOW PART OF YOU IS HERE
I HATE BEING PSYCHIC BUT MAYBE IT WAS A GIFT LIKE BREEDA
PEOPLE THIS MAN HAD SIX KIDS ALWAYS WORKED EVEN AFTER RETIRMENT AND WE HAD A COTTAGE GORTNAGREE KELLS CO KERRY IRELAND AND THATS WHEN
ON THE 7TH OCTOBER WENT TO LOCK COTTAGE UP FOR THE WINTER

I WANT TO GO BACK DOWN TO WERE IT HAPPENED BUT MY HUSBAND WON'T ALSO
THEY HAVE A VIDEO OR CLOSING THE COFFIN IN MUMS HOUSE
THEY WON'T LET ME SEE THAT.

HE ALWAYS GAVE OUT TO MMY HUSBAND ABOUT CARE OF HIS CCARS
MY HUSBAND JUST MENTIONED IT
ANYWAY MAYBE YOUR IN A DREAMLESS SLEEP
I WANT THIS SLEEP TOO DAD

I HAVE SHAMED YOU WITH PROSTUTION
BUT SOME HOW I AMENDED IT WITH MY HUSBAND
DAD I NEED SLEEP LIKE YOU

WAS KILLED RENARD POINT CO KERRY VISITING A NEIGHBOUR ESB VAN WENT OVER TO OF CAR 3.07PM DAD GOT OUT THEN TAKEN TRALEE GENERAL DIED THREE DAYS LATER TALKING ABOUT HIS GRANCHILDREN
HE WAS HALF COLD KISSED HIS FOREHEAD FELT PEACEFUL

THEN DID YOU EVER SEE A COFFIN WITH SOMEONES NAME ON IT
MICHEAL MULRYAN 7 TH OCTOBER 2007
TO HIS HOUSE IN GLASNEVEN
I WAS USELESS JUST AS THE WAKE HAPPENED
I SAT USELLESS BESIDE THE COFFIN IN SISTING HE NEEDED HIS BASE BALL CAP
THEN ROSERARY BEADS.

SO THAT'S MY STORY BY THE WAY MUM WAS IN ACCIDENT TOO AND SHE RECOVERED HEAD OF THE MULRYANS THE BOSS AT 83 YEARS HUGS MUM

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