Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

Losses sad attain
voice replaced by ping
unknown for what gain
phones no longer ring

love expectation, lofty goal
friendship’s a far better start
allow time to expose the soul
its jet streams to the heart

person pursuing from afar
must be willing to live
under the other person’s star
if there is love to give

swim life, shore-to-shore
to bathe in love’s moist cure.

can you go the distance
across the ocean wide
when met with resistance
swim against the tide

poetic pathways stream
‘cross digital waves, unseen
more than a mere dream
love chances yet to glean

a sense of adventure
without guarantee
no promise of indenture
between she and he

in matters of the heart
‘tis self who must first start

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Words’ digital-connect, a spark
torch ignites, coalesces souls
traverse miles embark.

Though ready, willing, able to
close distance both must be,
not everyone can be all three.

Lights, camera,action is what producers say,come on out you drama queens..it's your time for you to play.
You live for the spotlight,the attention is what you crave..All this talk of shattered dreams, and the ending of your days.
Here today but leaving tomarrow, but tomarrow never came,You are still sitting here, all is still the same.
Cant you just be happy,for each blessed gift each day? And if your really leaving..could you mean just what you say?
Stop playing on our emotions,so that all will pity you..get in the game of life , and be true to us..and you.
Is anything all that bad that you need all this action? When you are happy and positive..why thats the main attraction.
Now please dont think me cruel or harsh,im really not that way..I'm just the type of person who beleives in what you say.
So in the closing act, can we make it not so sad..for what we have been dealt , cant really be so bad.
I really dont mean no harm, just really tired of this great alarm!!!
It's never true so lets not pretend..I really truley am your friend..

A growing trend
Among the CS Poetry Friends
Never to end

Just because I am from Singapore,
Does not mean I am Alien!
Just because I live with my mother,
Does not mean I am a mummy's boy,
Just because I am lonely,
Does not mean I am desperate!
(But I am)
Just because I am short ,
Does not mean I cant get taller girls,
Just because I am different,
Does not mean I am not human.
Just because I write poems,
Does not mean I am boring.
Just because I am obese,
Does not give you a right to ridicule me!
I am not tall,not smart,not even intellectual ,
But you will find ,a funny,friendly,caring,honest,sincere,faithful,romantic guy inside,
Trying to get out and be what I am and not just because you said
so...

A tear in my eye
An ache in my heart
Let me take you
Back to the start
You said hello
And made me smile
You asked can we chat
If but for a while
I learned of you
And you of me
A bond was forged
It still pulls at me
No matter what happens
Or where things go
There’s just one thing
You need to know
You have my heart
Until the end
Forever you remain
A very dear friend

Americans celibrated today, having recieved the news, of victory by their own obama over the elusive osama bin laden. bin laden who was a torn in the side for americans, finally succumed at the hand of the man many doubted had the ability to dethrone him. obama who has been generally underrated by many; including some of his own countrymen, was in ripping form, as he dismantled the feared osama in just about 45mins. bin laden who has been described as a hit and run artiste, was reportedly cornered by obama; the the rest is now history. Americans now feel a sense of pride, and rightly so, as few had give them any chance of defeating the charismatic and crafty jihadest. With chants of god bless america, many flocked to the streets to celebrated, what is viewed by most as a historic and monumental victory. For those who are unsure of the time of day take note: as bin laden had his time; now it is america time. It is Barack Hussien Obama's finest hour!

Let me give you an introduction,
If you are new in Poet's Corner,
It's also fondly known as the Sanctuary,
For we are the multitude voices.

We are creatures of a spectrum of emotions,
Different background,race and colour,
Giving remarks to one's work is voluntarily,
and we are the hearts it's faces.

Remember the joy of sharing,
And also the part of caring,
There is something for everyone,
For we are all and we are one.

Kindness begets kindness,
And no one wants rudeness,
Love and respect for all,
Into this magical poetic hall.

The light spills onto the floor
the large window open to capture the soul of the sun.

A breeze blows in and lifts my hair slightly, kisses my cheek,
and my mind closes off and becomes still.

My eyes close and I hear the sound of the world rushing by,
and as I open my eyes a soft butterfly settles on the window frame.

I watch her wings gently open and close and I know she is a gift from far away...

she picked a flower growing near the river and placed it in her hair, it was a beautiful red, it showed so well in her dark hair, she trailed her hand in the cool water and the spray from the waterfall felt cool on her face.

He walked out of the water as if he was part of it and smiled at the girl who sat waiting, his skin glistened and the water fell in rivers down his body making it seem like he was a part of the river.

He held out his hand and she placed hers into his, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her high swinging her around, she laughed and kissed him, then they seemed to disappear into the water falling softly over the rocks.

The tour guild walked into the clearing and turned to the people there, he had been bringing people here for years and he still felt the two souls of the lovers who drowned so long ago as if it was yesterday.

It is too easy to write about the birds and bees,
Of moon kiss sunlight seen on planet Earth,
Of nature and the four seasons,
And love or hate with boys and girls,
Dont forget mum,dad,brothers and sisters,
With extended families too many..
The list goes on ...
Of people,places and feelings,
Even science has not been spared,
With rhymes and their meaning,
Describing in every possible way,
That is the power of poetry at play.
Not much humour in most I would say,
And sometimes the odd ones I Dont comprehend,
Where does the magic lies?
Within the realms of every imaginative mind,
Where fantasy colours our stressful lives,
We share,cry and laugh too,
In kindred Spirit of passionate souls,
A boost of happiness and joyful pride,
When hearing praises from strangers and friends.

Oh by the way.
If you are reading this ugly poem,
Would seem to know that it does not rhyme,
Or have pattern mer rhythm of any kind,
Free verse is what it is commonly called,
Works for me is what i'll say,
And since we are always being nice,
How about some negative comments to boot!
Dont worry I am not fragile to break,
Made of stronger stuff of the highest grade,
This is my poem about poems and poets,
Hope I am not boring you with this again...,
The end is near just bear a minute,
A gigantic THANK YOU I wish to give,
To POET'S CORNER OF CONNECTINGSINGLES,
For without this place ..we would not have met,
And shared our wonderful and gifted words of art!
Adieu and Bitte schon from me to you ,
You can relax now coz this is the End.