Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

I am a face in a crowd,somewhere,someone.
I am the rumbling mountain rage!
Blowing hot temper flare!
I am the desperate and lonely,
Seeking and wanting badly.
I am what I am and who I am! We are faces in the crowd,everywhere,everyone.
We are the rumbling mountains rage!
Blowing hot temper flares!
We are the desperate and lonely,
Searching and needing badly!
We are what we are and who we are!

There once was a woman named Kate
Who came to CS for a mate
Poet’s Corner she found that day
and here she decided to stay
Now, with poems she goes on a date

Wake me slowly,
let me float here,
anchored inside myself,
gently abandoning my dreams from the rim of sleep.

All night I have swum in deep pools,
catching the moon in my mouth,
and letting it go,
darting with fishes in two directions and following their drift.

So "slowly"
wake me slowly.
Do not stir the water yet...

Woman wants monogamy
Man delights in novelty
Love is womans moon and sun
Man has other forms of fun
Woman lives but in her lord
Count to ten and man is bored
With this gist and sum of it
What earthly good can come of it ?

by the cool bluish light
of the LCD screen on her lap
Artemis tiptoes the net
as flesh bends to the bone

she's silently hunting now
a bow at her breast and
her extra long sleep shirt
covering her crossed thighs

where in the vast forest
can she find her prize,
the prowess of fortitude,
display expertise of hunting

clicking past the decoys she
surveys the herd before her
this one, too old and lean
that one maybe, yes that one

lone proud stag is racked
quietly before the arrow
pressing the enter key,
she knows she must

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-04

You know something no one knows
You’ve been somewhere no one goes
Heard the music no one hears
Unless they listen with lover’s ears
You’ve seen color shape and form
That no one else could see
You’ve felt chills and you’ve felt warm
You’ve touched every part of me

Is it better? Is it best?
Knowing more than all the rest?
Is sweetness glinting in your eye
Because denial is a lie?
Do you await the confrontation
By someone who suspects
So you can gush your heart’s elation
And quote a name from scripture’s text

Or do you worry? Feel unsure?
Too soon perhaps to feel secure?
If blooming heart were meant for pain
To share it would be no one’s gain
Nothing ventured nothing lost
None to trouble none to blame
If risk’s unworthy of the cost
If thrill and peril are the same

Don’t decide until you feel
That what you know is truly real

For no one knows, no one can guess
At work at home or on CS
Does your secret make you smile?
Will you keep it, for a while?

eyes closed,
and peaceful snoring,

brain is active
in a dream.

living surreal,
jumping, flying,
understanding animal talk.

incredible feats
with no defeats,
ofcourse there is no dying.

for if you fall
you're jolted up.
saved from the ordeal.

heart thumping,
brow sweating.
momentarily disoriented.

realisation !
thank God.
thank you God - it was a dream.

I enjoyed reading the poem by Bill that seemed to be about my poem “The Pedant”
I don’t know what it is about this poem that makes people think that it is about “Them”,
it just seems to strike a chord in some people I think. Indeed, when I first posted it, a good friend on the corner wondered if it was about him, and he asked me as much in a private email, which I happily answered in the negative.
I am ashamed to admit that I did actually write it about a “Someone”, and confided to the aforesaid friend at the time that I wrote from frustration at the mails I was receiving at that time, about my first book of poems, “dreamweaver”, from my publisher, that, being the “Someone.”
Now, unless I was gifted with extraordinary foresight and malice aforethought I could not have written this about Bill, as, if anyone would care to look, it was posted Fri. July 16th 2010.
I wanted to set this right, because whatever anyone thinks of this particular poem it was NOT written, to the best of my knowledge, about anyone resident now or ever at this corner.
I hope this clears the matter about this poem now, and that it is put to rest.
In my opinion, this place was always a respite, and a comforting haven for those on CS wanting to get away from the Forums and Profiles that can be very brutal, and forthright. Also a place for people wanting to write poetry for whatever reason. When I last looked it didn’t say anywhere in the guidelines that spelling had to be perfect or that everything had to rhyme….Or, that you had to even be an aspiring poet at all!
However, it does ask that if you cannot be constructive and offer encouragement in comment, (I am paraphrasing here), pass it by without comment. I think mainly, this above all should be followed, after all not everyone is very literate in English, and misunderstandings easily happen.
Thank you for reading this explanation and my opinion. I truly hope that it clarifies a “Muddy puddle”. Please keep writing everyone, in whatever way you feel fit, for nobody’s poems are here to be judged by anyone, just enjoyed, and by many more than will ever comment or contribute to this corner. There is no such thing as good or bad poetry, only good or bad opinions about poetry. Remember, what you say here is read around the world.
Yours sincerely,
Andrew.

Bleed the day,
Make the most,
Time is short,
The end is close,
Enjoy to the fullest,
As time flies by,
Eat ,drink,and be merry,
For tommorrow we all may die...

I have become wiery, i watch and sigh. The earth very scary, wanna head for the sky. One event then another, now seems the norm. Just can't be bothered, about tomorrow's pending storm. Everywhere there is trouble, it's a long list. From the housing bubble, to the financial crisis. The tornados and storms; delimas of the west. Uprisings in various forms, africa in a mess. Even asia wasn't spared; earth-quake stricken japan! People are running scared, as tsunamis hit land. China is experiencing droughts, europe feels the cold. There is no doubt, who is in control!? Will this cycle end? No-one really knows. "Now", we must contend, a world of woes! On the humorous side, i have my delima. I can't hitch a-ride, nasa retired "the challenger"!