Most Liked About CS Poems (263)

There was a time, At a tender age of nine, Hiding behind a Pine, Was a girl friend of mine. We neither kiss or tell, Never fight or harm, Played cat and mouse, Or london bridge is falling down. We were best friends and more, Shared our things from toys to flour, We won all games and lost none, But all good things must come to an end.

They come from different lands
All have been dealt a different hands
every poem I seem to see 
Whether its warm sad about love or life or fear 
They are all good to hear 
They come from the hearts of people
We are all in some way equal 
Whether your a talent or not 
The poems in here I enjoy a lot 
I'd just like to say thanks to all
the cs poets whether girls boys young tall or small 
For making me smile 
Your poems are all worth while 
As I get older there's something I notice more and more 
No matter what your life or where your born 
We all want similar things 
To be loved and have good friends 
To surround us I see this again and again 
Thanks again to the cs poets 
Your all great I hope you know It 
Beachy

Just to think you are alright....just when you feel so damn right....and then just like that you're blind side...without a word or post to your fellow poets.... The issue on me that they had...was I had broken some kind of pact...of dos and Donts i'm not suppose to do....it's all very vague if you ask me ... From a good guy to some kind of monster...is that how they see me of my blogs and poetry? ...this is absurd and totally insane...what can I say and do while I wait my time in limbo... I did not condemn or insult upon any good man,woman or child...but the damage is already done!!! The worst to come out of this is to me painful...a poem I wrote long time ago got deleted.... It wasn't before when it came out and stayed for awhile ...it's the work of a particular woman ... And now i've got my radar to spot her...but I did not insult or made fun of any victim...so why did I became the black sheep...because I stand on what I believe is my opinion...my thoughts and heart is on my sleeve...ban me again if you have to...i'll still be here sharing what I believe...you have the right to ban and delete profiles... I have the right to believe in myself..in the end this poetry is about ...I WAS BANNED

Time to make it rain ,
Showering all here with my love,
Don't go running away from my hurricane,
Dance with the rhythm of every drop.


Come on and hide your pain,
Shake your body and stretch above,
Chase your blues away and ball my name,
Do it my way with plenty of bunny hop!


I am going to make it rain,
Be wild and take your clothes off,
Noone here to stop you or say nay,
Come on break it loose and don't stop!


Call me crazy or Mr. Vain,
I don't care or call your bluff,
Blast my volcano and watch the flame,
Calling every Mary,Tommy and Bob!!!

I am sorry,
for the things I've said,
for the things i've done,
for hurting everyone

I always say I'm hopeless,
but I am not totally useless,
I have ding dong bells for brains,
I am sorry and I'll say it again

I Will not say nobody's perfect,
Nor say that I am only human,
for what is done can't be undone,
but I can accept I made a mistake!

In this world being first,
Is always a mad rush,
And falling back to last,
Makes you born to rust!

All around you people wants,
For you to agree they are always,
Right and never ever wrong,
Or argue until you finally do!

Peace is in truth an illusion,
Just like the lake in the dessert mirage,
Pleasure controls the mind and body,
Denial of it is the ultimate doom!


They tell me don't go on preaching,
Because you're not the church Father,
Or a true born native Christian,
I neither preach nor wish to teach!

To be or not to be,
That is now a universal question,
What am I, to others and to me?
I wish god Will provide me with answers!

Excuse me miss,
I have a request,
Maybe there's something
you can help me with?,
I'm having this problem
with the alphabet,
Please answer this question,
Be mine forever,
How do I put U and I together...?

I met a woman named Mary on the side of the road
She has all of her bags packed but no place to go
She pushes two shopping carts full of everything she owns
And whatever ground welcomes her for the night is her home
I asked her if she minded keeping me company for awhile
And in return I would buy her something to eat for a smile
We talked about her children then we talked about mine
She told me how they no longer cared and Mary began to cry
I could hear in her voice a need for someones compassion
Then surprisingly she made a joke and we both started laughing
I wondered when was the last time she felt anyones love
How long has it been since she felt another humans touch
Written off by society as a low piece of trash
But Mary has faith that this soon will pass
I took her by the hand and together we prayed
That's when I heard Mary say "God thank you for today"

What do people need?,
What to say?,
What to do?,
I'd say I have solutions,
Well maybe one or two,
But I'm sure that I'll forget
Probably a couple few,
First forgiveness is a given,
Understanding,
Or at least try?,
And everyone I know could use
Less heartache and lies,
They cause so much distrust,
Proliferating foolish pride,
Drenching souls in darkness,
Quenching precious light,
What's right is real and decent love,
Truthful, honest, open,
Sincere and monogamous,
Not twisted, mangled, broken,
Also maybe something,
Slightly more selfless,
Not sad ,depressing,angry,
And entirely selfish...