Random About CS Poems (263)

Why here, this little corner?
What is this place we all gravitate to?
To me, it is living proof, that no-one has to be alone,
Even after years they return,
They’ve hit that wall, they can’t sleep, the midnight oil to burn,
Until they’ve written that verse, that poem,
That one that seems to bring peace, yet, less sleep,
Where perhaps, personal blessings are given,
Important things, thought about to forgive which in turn are forgiven,
And…..There we sit, no longer alone,
Logged in….Putting words together one by one,
The old familiar feeling, welcomed, as it creeps in,
Here….Where hearts can be mended,
Where fragile souls and feelings are tended,
It’s relaxing, stable, comforting,
Its……HOME!

how do you take your poems off of here noones reading them so i wont post anymore ty

Nitter, natter, nitter, natter
The world wide web is awake with chatter
Insomniacs, lonely hearts,
Looking to make friends
some, as mad as a hatter!

Strangers, talk for hours,
Whiling the night away
Whatever the topic, they go on and on
till night time, soon becomes day

WWW the world wide web
Opens up avenues and doors
New acquaintances, friends that become lovers
Communications, like never before

We can hide behind our PC,
Build a picture of the somebody, we may be
The person on the other end, truly cannot see
Who you are and what you do
But are happy to share some time with you

It’s a little sad, to communicate this way,
But some have no choice
Timid, shy, Introverted or lonely,
In public, they may not have a voice have a voice

On the web they become new persona
Flirtatious, outgoing, no longer the loner
Meeting people, if only on line
As long as they stay safe, that is just fine

Tired fingers do the walking,
Hours upon hours of endless talking
The keyboard in overdrive, your hard drive whirring
Do you really know the person,
To whom your dreams, you are sharing?

Some become friends; you get to know quite well
Will one become a special friend? Only time will tell!
To all on CS, whatever your quest
I bid you all a Big hello, and wish you All the best!!

by the cool bluish light
of the LCD screen on her lap
Artimus 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 a take-down,
the prowess prize of fortune,
exposing expertise of hunting

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

lone proud stag is racked
quietly before the arrow
pressing the return key,
she knew she never would

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-04

They come in not sure of their welcome
post their words with trepidation
scared maybe of being ignored or mocked
not sure even if they can write at all.

You all know this feeling
once too you were new
if lucky someone held out a hand
gathered you under their wing.

Gave you lots of encouragement
by reading and commenting kindly
Happily you replied and learnt
and you too now welcome the new poets.

Carrying on the tradition
for to greet and comment
brings hope to faint hearted
so as you post remember this.

You were once new and unsure
so hold out your hand in friendship
comment on other's poems
and they in turn will respond.

When the heart migrates, no one can know, nor can one appreciate, a place it will go. As pain and anger, consume that poor soul. Broken hearts-one endangered, is what "someone" stole. Striped of its standard; the heart-lost love. A broke-heart is hard; it's like a dead dove. A dove any day, is beauty in the sky. Broken-heart, the other way, make you wanna die! A life-time of pain, is hard to bear. Dead-love makes for insane; no more: love-you dear! Stripped of its light, where do broken hearts go? This an un-manned flight, hence no one knows.

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....

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.

We marched on through the valleys in the name of democracy
I laid many soldiers to rest and may they always find peace
In fear we battled armored legions of blood thirsty men
And when I think of their families it always brings me sadness
As I wonder who is my enemy when in war we are bound to protect
But in this great devotion of freedom we also seem to neglect
Humanity and compassion isn't there any left inside of me
Because my better parts I cannot find only whats broken and beat
Sleepless nights I sit beside my silence filled with sorrows over again
Then by the light of my Almighty God, He gave me a mighty pen
And on empty canvas my heart pours out
then from my eyes the ink smears
How many nights have I wasted justifying those fleeting tears
Then I brought my feelings to this corner and to my recollect
I expressed how I felt and in return good people Ive met
I read from a hundred poets and I absorbed every word
Slowly we reach our destination sometimes we're thrown a curve
Some lightly write with humor and some write from true romance
Some write from within darkness, but in the end there's a beautiful chance
That in this world we are not alone or maybe there is something worse
But surely we are all connected by our souls in this vast universe
"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind"
Have no fear of negative energy, because negativity won't stop the time
Write whatever your heart desires it doesn't matter if it rhymes
Encourage one another and together we'll ascend to new heights
"So wont you help me write
These words of freedom
'Cause all I ever had
Are these redemption poems"
These words are freedom

Mum's Back and almost her usual self except no lifting things and doing stressful work .
Doctors says she's got weak heart so better control of food and stress will be best .
Life goes on ..now i'm blank on ideas ..so a HUGE thank you for your encouragement and support .
I miss you all ... Bless your SpiritSoul !