Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

When we are born, we enter the world. This my friends is the start of the circle of life. We get to know our parents and are spoilt by countless relatives. When we are toddlers, we learn to walk and talk. When we are children, we go to school and learn right from wrong. We may find ourselves lucky enough to have a sibling.

When we are teenagers, we decide which path we take for better or for worse. We leave our childhood behind and start to enter adulthood. We may find our first true love and learn to drive a cat and get our first taste of working in the workforce. When we are adults, we travel around. We may marry our childhood sweetheart or someone new and become parents ourselves.

When we are middle aged, we may become grandparents and spoil our children's children. We may think about retirement. When we are old, we start to slow down, this is the saddest part of life. We also know the end is near and therefore plan the next phase of our life in heaven. When we die, we know that the wheel of the circle of life will keep turning as we are not forgotten. This my friends is the circle of life.

two
is the number of days
until I can post

two
can be so many
to hold breath

two
is too many
sometimes

two
will go away
eventually

There was once a blogger whose blogs were rich
In their potential for opinion generation
they were ahead of their time
and the blogging itself was of unparalleled artistry
Such discussion flowed from each and every observation
made by this master of the study of human nature
Though never formally trained
the blogger's insights were both new and bore a clarity
that was nothing short of stunning
However, one day he was in a horrible
motorcycle crash
and still to the present day
he is disabled
Through years of meditation
he gained the remarkable ability
to resume his ponderings
but the effort leaves him
emotionally and physically exhausted
in need of bed
and Alka-Seltzer
and unable to engage in the banter
that was so customary to follow
In short, his disability,
his commentlessness
leaves us all a bit
disabled in our own commenting
Remember him

Write as much as you can
In every style that you can
To find your true voice;
Then pan the gold from the dross -
To publish only your best.


©lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

Disinfected and Inoculated
[Poetry Foundation website, et al]

Little round scar on my upper arm
It wasn’t Carolyn Forche` who jabbed the first needle
Kudos and credits are hers all the same
for administering my first adult dose
(also thankful those; Shots for the Sniffles, Dr. Seuss and others)

Words are Deployed into ranks by capability
Deploy rather than write words in succession
Poets all too careless with the Hazmats they transport
So be reminded, straightaway in my amateurity
it’s not merely cute, but vital
to pattern novel ways, to Exposition a Thing:
e.g. twice deploy Amateurity
(injected) twice above

So rather than sprinkle ‘round the rim with phonetics
never touching the slime with precious pink hands
alternatives to rhyme require more sweat
A muse of license grasps a hypodermic and an auger
along with sponge and gauze
suction pipe
caustic bleach, mop and pail
kept just out of sight but close nearby

Sing unto me oh birds of the air
Such beauty is your song
and your feathers so fair

With each glance you stare
out into the horizon contemplating your cares

I try to reach and understand your concerns but, somehow the harder I try the less I know and still too much to learn.

You sit all comfy in your nest
and observing and listening to the songs of others
and selectively call unto your sisters and brothers.

The tree of life may be great
and offers many comfort while it considers thy fate

I see you flying to and fro dancing to the rhythm and flow
Some birds seem to sing louder and sweeter while others are rarely heard
or even understood so they
fly away having no place to go.

Ah but, every once in awhile there are foolish crazy birds who visit the tree of life thinking and hoping for something different
Perhaps a new song or new message that will offer something of value to soften the strife.

However, the disillusionment is still the same and over time the tree loses its fame.

Many birds may complain
Many may be just insane
yet for some it's all they have
to ease their pain.

I wonder if the angels in heaven are listening or are all the songs the birds sing are drowned by the noise of their grumblings and groanings?

One day the birds will be called accountable for their singing
They will be asked of their songs if they brought healing or strife to be considered to perch upon another tree of life.

Words tumbling crazily around
Setting up such a din

Begging to be set free
And on to paper fall

Serious, funny
All the same

From the Poet’s
Mind they spill

Do you have a clue?
Do you need my glue?
Do you want to try?
Or would you say goodbye?
Let me share a secret.

How do you know?
What is the answer?
Where can you find?
Trail to this question.

A riddle unsolved,
A feeling unresolved,
A topic unknown,

Mysterious aura,
Unknown character,

Enigma!

Fr coleman drawing silage
Did i make myself clear, claire are you there?

on Soup we have 3 main greeters Anne Lise Skat and PD
I list below their individual greets

A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend PD

That's a wonderful poem (new poet's name or id), Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will get much delight in reading and in time become familiar with your verse. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

and Dave often uses the following

Welcome to Poetry Soup a place of friendship and encouragement please comment on others poems and you will soon find many new friends here that will comment back in return Lyric Man Dave

- Hello new member: Gavin - Welcome to P-Soup. - Thank you for choosing to share your poem here with us. - I look forward to reading more in the future. - Have a good time and I wish you good luck. - (Give and receive comments) - / / Anne-Lise :)

just some suggestions each greeter can use their own words
I suggest 3 is a good number it works best if 1 is in the Far East, one in Europe and one in states / Canada
At the same time anyone can still help and encourage
when I first came here the leader board flew so fast that a new poem
would be under the first advert in an hour or so and on to the 2nd page by end of day at latest.

I would love to be able to get more involved but due to running back to back contests on Soup I have little spare time once I have done my own commenting and writing. Yet I have a special place in my heart for CS as it is here I took my first stumbling steps and do look in from time to time

Please all of you make CS a place of welcome and encouragement once more