Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

Poets to the left of me
Poets to the right of me
Into the valley of poetry
Wrote steve1223

Billiegirl shot a poem across my bow
Quickly I had to recover
Duck down as elo fired in succession
Fell over, escaped Fellsman's broad salvo

Things were getting rather hot
As thelmatalla joined the fray
Paloma and niah joined together
Firing round after round

Marikia tried to bring some peace
But poets kept on firing
Poems were flying through the air
And landing all around me

I could see the names written
Country lady and some by swade
There was Janze, Happygolucky and jazzy
Poetnumber1, kickit and Redex

Just as I thought it was safe to move
Freepoetry let loose with half a dozen
Andrew decided to take some shots
And so did agoodguy2have

Odette waved a flag of truce
And Ladybee tried to restore order
But cafetwo would have none of that
Nor would boyshchrm and mcradloff

Pilgrimageoflove lived up to name
Tossed poems dripping with love
Fjames and hedistuff combined
And tossed them left and right

I waved the flag, I yelled stop
No more, cease and desist
I give up, you all win
This fight so fairly fought

You've all worked hard
The title to earn
I pronounce you one and all
Poets of Greatness

Genetically engineered
Desired and appreciated,
It's creation is fact,
Yet still it's debated,
The sight alone makes maidens hearts sing,
Nowhere in nature could you find such a thing,
Petals so lovely with color so true,
If I were a rose I would be so blue..

A thousand steps, walking a crooked fence.
Where's the revalance, for my feet to transport such restlessness.
What's in sight, as I walk not knowing where I'm going.
Can't even see the light.
One thousand steps isn't long, just short of a mile. It's an eternity, in my mind can't waste any time.
I'd rather take a flight, and sore like a kite. Have to take these steps, haven't made it there yet. Wondering what I will find. " hoping for peace of mind". I'm not alone, these steps I cannot call my own.
Guidance is protecting me, as others take these steps with me.
Behold it's that crooked fence, staring back at me. I walked a thousand steps, how could this be? To come back to this crooked fence...why? What's it telling me?
" it's the story of my life". I've made it with strength and strive. Through all its curves and bends. A symbol of the past, & present to be.
A thousand steps, walking a crooked fence, has changed me....internally.

Nanny nanny this
Nanny nanny that,
Nanny I just made you
A mud pie in your hat.

Nanny I've something for you
But you have to close your eyes,
'Cos' if you see this wiggly worm
It won't be a surprise.

Nanny take me up that hill
Then roll back down with me,
And once we reach the bottom
Let me climb upon your knee.

Nanny I want cuddles
I want lots of kisses too,
And I want to tell you Nanny
I really do love you...

If.. I give you my heart
will you, dream me a dream
and paint me a rainbow too.

If.. I give you my heart
will you shower my world
with, the scent of the sweet morning dew.

If.. I give you my heart
will you walk by my side
as we laugh, holding hands in the rain.

If.. I give you my heart
will you, love and protect it
and shield it from sorrow and pain.....

I've joined a dedicated site last month,called gotpoetry.com,and entered a competition called a Slam.

It's a five round and ends 26-11-13,
And its my first time. . . as beginner luck would have it. . . . Im in the final and would like to invite my fellow poets to join me in this last round.

its not national,nor a big competition,just a simple one but special coz its my first, and i reached there by the votes of fellow peers and i did not invite earlier coz i never thought I'll last to the end. . .

This is my home, where my first born is posted and where i also give birth to my creative sights and colours.
Join in my hour of excitement,weather i failed or win this insignificant slam,it does not matter,what matters is SHARING the moment with you.

will you come and take a peek?
and i think non -members can also vote. . . that's up to you, this is the link from Round One coz you should see where it started and how close i was. . .





It means a lot, that you come,not for your votes but your support and sharing
this feeling, like am anxious first time father. . .

there is many more slams i am joining,
but now i just want to share this with you.
Thank you, one and all

With only Me ,Myself, and I ,
Stranded on a deserted isle,
Nobody for miles and miles,
I am sure Me is all I'd need,
To keep Myself company,
We'd build a hut for only us,
Myself the only one I trust,
Meals I'd cook for only Me,
See I'd do fine with just us three,
Id gather roots ,fruits,nuts, and berries ,
That only Me myself and I'd be sharing,
One little fire and We'd be warm,
Telling each other stories till early morn,
Whiling away the hours time would fly,
Id spend ten years with Me, Myself, and I.

Whether Cypress, Istanbul, or Virginia
New Zealand, Pennsylvania, or Ontario
Connecticut, England, Texas, or Boston
trains, boats, planes, and roads do go.

Naively, thought I, when first here
poets would meet from near and far
in some gathering place, with cheer
get to know who the others are.

Though NE garden and bee
looked for time to meet, in vain,
poet guy with good verse and soul
began friendship that does remain.

In Turkey, another did I meet
walked down Kusadasi streets
together shared talk, olives, tea
and, thus, created fond memory.

Paths to cross yet again at
Temple of Apollo, to our surprise
too late realizing a day we could
have shared with tourist eyes.

A caregiver to canines, nine
also became a friend of mine
and, though separated by sea
has come to mean a lot, o'r time.

A union blossomed for all to see
photos of happiness sent to me.
With hearts both pure and true
love is blessedly shared with two.

Enigmatical are the lines that bind
another poetic soul’s words to me.
Regret remains, have not traveled there
or live close enough to neighbors be.

Promises to come to Fenway, does
Red-Sox-game-attendee wannabe
first one season, then the next.
Guess, just have to wait and see.

Another who lives across the sea
with daughter here within the States
has talked of coming to Boston. Sure
would like to meet this poetic mate.

When traveling down to Florida last year
plan to meet another poet fell through.
Going down again real soon, happy
thoughts, back and forth, wave blue.

When California wind crosses sky
from sea to shining sea, under star
hope to meet what Santa Ana winds
have kept away from here, thus far.

Though not as naïve as when first started
still attempt I to rhyme a meeting place
and poetry connections with pen to make
preparing, someday, to meet face-to-face.

Friends, when coming near Boston
or New England, traveling through
reach out a poetic hand and
share a cup of tea – or two.

He sits watching at the kitchen table,
The woman breaks the eggs into the bowl of ingredients,
Her hair flowing freely down her back,
His shirt she is wearing reaching to her knees,
Her bare legs and feet teasing him.

She reaches for the milk and beats the mixture,
Pours it out into the pan and turns with a smile,
Holding out the pan for him to help her put it into the oven.

He takes in how she looks, flour coats her cheek, and milk stains the front of his shirt, he smiles at the picture she makes.

Stands up and takes the pan from her, and the soft round mound of his child comes into his view, he leans down and kisses the woman he loves, walks over and places the cake into the hot oven.

They come from different lands
All have been dealt a different hands
every poem I seem to see 
Whether its warm sad about love or life or fear 
They are all good to hear 
They come from the hearts of people
We are all in some way equal 
Whether your a talent or not 
The poems in here I enjoy a lot 
I'd just like to say thanks to all
the cs poets whether girls boys young tall or small 
For making me smile 
Your poems are all worth while 
As I get older there's something I notice more and more 
No matter what your life or where your born 
We all want similar things 
To be loved and have good friends 
To surround us I see this again and again 
Thanks again to the cs poets 
Your all great I hope you know It 
Beachy