Most Commented About CS Poems (263)

She is thin and under six feet
Part of the minority of contractor women
On a base full of males
I imagine her catching sight of her body
In a full-length mirror in her dusty, little room
Appraising her nakedness
Under a brutal Afghan sun
within a hard, surgical introspection
The long legs
The vein that pulsates at the very edge of her hipbone
She is reminded of the lean years in Sarajevo
By the shadow of her ribs
When hunger was a constant companion
And the incoming shells, insistent and unwelcome guests
she stares at the years as they show on her hands
The bones roll beneath taut skin as she flexes her fingers
As if they are claws
She imagnes scratching a man's face
Watching in fascination as the blood wells from the wounds
And then this thought
Slithers away like a frightened reptile
Her eyes stare back at her, doe-like, deep brown under long lashes
No make up needed
Her hair, so short, so EUROPEAN
Radiating from chestnut roots out to spiky, lemonade ends
A slightly protruding belly
A protective rubbing with her cat-like hands
Wishing a child resided there, a barren desert
And like a muddy pool of water
The thought evaporates, and conspires to bring her back to her room
She dresses slowly, mechanically, within a massive melancholy
She exits the room
Walking to work past the small group of women huddled together
Speaking in whispers and malicious gossip
And she pretends not to notice
Their barely disguised hostility

When I became a member of the Poetry Corner over 10 years ago, this place was warm, welcoming and a balm to one's soul from the weariness of the world. It was a happy place and we were loved and supportive of one and all.

Over the past two years, someone had come here and caused one heck of a ruckus. Tomes were written and feathers were more than ruffled.Finger pointing and accusations were a ' flyin'. Some even left to never return because of it all and then some.

Sides were taken and sides were listened to without bias nor complaint. questions were certainly raised and not in a good way. Screenshots saved, e-mails saved, page upon page of accusations and blame gaming have been SAVED. RECEIPTS have been kept should anyone have need of them. The long and end game is now coming into play.

For two years, ugliness has reigned here and for what? Oneupmanship, someone ALWAYS has to be on TOP? What For? It boils down to ego and control. You know what it does? It causes new members to leave and for older members to stop sharing their works. It makes us ALL look bad. Every. Last. One. Of. Us. It becomes a self-containing, navel gazing echo chamber. Surely you want better than that? Right?

We should be better than this. We should be behaving like responsible, mature adults. Instead, the walls have been crumbling down here and have for two years. Continue on as you are going right now and this place is FINISHED. This shouldn't ever have to said.

Please keep my words to heart. No STALKING, no harassment, no more sadness for all and sundry. I'm law enforcement so be sure to take care with words and actions from here on out because CONSEQUENCES will be coming for us all. Be supportive of one another, gently guide and remember to always be kind and gracious TO ALL.

ReaderOfSouls (ROS)

Along this worn out path,
Where many travellers pass,
Into a paradise isle,
It's poetry corner called Santuary.

Some have come and many have gone,
Still members never forget this home,
That's brings many minds together as one,
To share,express,comment and get inspired.

I Ancient Bullman bid you welcome,
Some tips and advice to share,
Give freely your comments and compliments
Coz we all are creatures of expressions.

Come explore different styles and learn,
Just follow your heart and soul,
In this magical place of the world,
Sanctuary is my home and now it's yours .

What I want do I truly know?
My mind is random, A uniqe flow

When I have something to state
Next reaction, hesitate
I turn around, lock the gate

What do I want? Can I trust?
Just another sinfull lust?

I put on my mask, hold out my sheild
My compass, in a magnetic minefield

Quick decisions usually lead
To another blackening of my creed

What I want, I have learned
Another part of me, yet again burned

You were my guide, Always prepared
Without you, I am truly scared

Scared however is differend than weak,
I want no more
I seek.

If only... I could just forget her,
If only...I had never met her,
She got inside...
If only I had never let her,
If only... I could start again,
If only... We could just be friends,
If only...

The Poet's Corner keeps me here,
Though I have met my very dear.
I met her on this site you see,
It holds a special charm for me.

She read my verse, it touched her mind,
And through this means my heart did find.
To think that from my clumsy rhyme,
A love was formed to last all time.

Connecting Singles I must say,
Has lived up to its name each day.
I hope you all will find your one,
And until then at least have fun.

Where strangers become friends
that's a place I prefer to be,

Where expressions of inner thought
are shared by artistic poetry.

An attempt to show one's anger
due to circumstances beyond control,

An effort to portray one's affection
for a person they hardly know.

A desire to reveal one's turmoil
by painful and sorrowed lines,

Offered answers for a world's dilemma
of restless and worrisome times.

An effort to shed light on reason
where logic seems senselessly void,

Attempts to place smiles on faces
cause some to get rather annoyed.

The topics for poetry are endless
the writers are just as diverse,

To abandon our efforts of expression
through poetry would be a curse!

Sitting here in the still of the night
I think of you,
I listen
As waves gently lap the shore,
They seem to whisper to each other
Sharing secrets
of years gone by,

The moon peeks out from behind a cloud,
shyly she dances on the crests of the waves
pirouetting on tiptoes,
Then suddenly
she is gone again,
As if playing a game of hide and seek,

A gentle breeze stirs in the stillness
Tracing its soft gentle fingertips
over my skin,
Like smooth velvet rose petals it showers me,

As in the still of the night, I sit
and think of you....

I heard you call me in your sleep,

So here I am, barefoot,

Softly swaying on your temple,

Caressing your cheek in my,

Fantasy dance

A jewelled crown I make,

From the stars on your brow,

And with my veil, I dance for you,

To the rhythm of the soft music

I hear in your head,

An ancient dance of freedom,

An old dance to bring,

Rainbows back into your eyes,

You smile as in your sleep you see me,

Sliding down, barefoot,

On your chin, then tip toe,

Trying to reach your lips,

To sip from them,

The sweet nectar of love,

As daylight breaks,

I feel you stir, and the music,

Begins to fade, I bid you farewell,

As I gently slip away,

Until the next time you beckon me come,

To the castle in your dreams....

Its long long way past midnight,
Yet still I'm wide awake,
My mind is working overtime,
About doing things to make..

Me Sleep......

Shall I do a crossword,
Shall I listen to a song,
Shall I go and potter round "that" shop,
Thats open all night long,
Shall I try and write a sonnett,
For all the world to read,
Or do one hundred sit ups,
At twice the average speed,
Shall I knit a woolly bobble hat,
In the palest shade of blue,
And if theres wool left over,
Shall I knit some mittens too,
Or, shall I just go back to bed,
For I know without a doubt,
That in forty minutes, when my alarm goes off,
I'll have suddenly flaked right out....