Most Liked About CS Poems (263)

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.

A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence
Would I save time
If i walked a straight line?

But I need it
Im lost
I feel confusion and dissmay
I don't know another way

I will follow where it goes
For I know where ive been
Everything I've done
Everything I've seen

So along the crooked fence i descend
A thousand steps to a dead end

Pardon my diving nose ,
But I Dont smell a rose!
What do you call this?
Poetry,tadpole or fish?
Sounds like a shopping list.
You're cooking the wrong dish!
It's call poem not blogs or magic,
So why post here is beyond logic.
No rhyme ,no rhythm ,does not matter ,
But no tale or meaning either!

Jack the Ripper,
He walks & talks,
Like an ordinary person.
Is he a psycho murderer,
Or a serial killer,
Maybe a famous actor,
Or a police constable.
He is bloodlust terror,
One who possess skill of invisibility,
Now he is Legendary,

The renowed london bridge,
The place of unravelling horror,
An unknown destiny reached,
Or a mystery of the Ripper?

Over a century past,
From the first victim to the last,
The speculation goes on.
That his work not done.
But where does this puzzle lead,
Of the many of his unresting dead,
Still not a trace of him been found,
Only the memory of Jack the Ripper stills haunts....

My simple happiness is here,
In CS poet's corner.
Here I breed expressions and dreams I live,
Timeless and exciting all at the same moment,
At times funny and most of it rhymes!
Sharing them with many faces,
From East to west across multiple lands!
Here in poet's corner is where I belong,
Please Dont take me away from here again.
Please leave your trouble piece of mind behind!
God loves you ,me and them!!!
Last not least ,thank you for reading this poem of mine!

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..

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...

C = Cause you can't turn back time
A = A day is living the present
R = Rawr everyday
P = Pretend you're the star
E = Even though they don't give you a part

D = Dream is the start
I = In time make it come true
E = Ease all that come in your way
M = Make them see what you can do and be

Come on dance baby,
Let's me show you what I mean, Turn up the music,
Let me take your hand ,maria,
Come on weave your sexy magic,
Dance and shake your body for me!
Keep it simple baby,
No fancy foot steps,
Angry neighbours banging on my door,
Volume to max blasting my heart's content!
What is going on ,paula?
You are dancing like a zombie!
Let me show you my dancing move..
DJ spin my hottest dance song!
Beating heartbeat insync with thumping drums!
Move ,babies ,let's show how it's done!
Oh yeah ! Iron fists and rocking
Sway like a leaf ,to and fro ,
Move that body guys and feel the heat,
Getting dam hot and fast,
I cant keep it up! No stamina to follow the beat,
I'm done ,i'm finished !
The music still playing ,
But i'm just not in it.
The next best thing to do,
Just step by step slow robo..
Not like some monkey on high!
Give a pause ,a nod ,and begin,
Dance ,move like fire on your pants!
Pick up some funky rhythm, Come on,here we go again ...

Missing is the sandy shore; My beach is pictureque no-more. Somethings we look forward for: the summer, beach; being outdoor. And so almost everywhere, so many things people miss. Some are lost forever; there is that constant "risk". Things we took for granted, migrated to its new abode. With regrets we are haunted, when things "like" beaches erode. Whether it's life or beaches, treasures leave us behind. We work and build niches, but they "fade" with time. It's fatalism, or is it? From "tomorrow" can we hide? We lose, bit by bit, because of the changing tide!