About CS Poems (263)

Nice to see you here
Iam happy to see you here
till yesterday,you were a stranger to me
but today you are precious to me

I have been searching everywhere for love and friendship
mean while all this time,you have been so close to me
why should I worry about the dark stormy clouds
when you are like the rays of the sun to me

Come sit and drink something with me
I will share my story with you and you share yours with me
where are you from and what you do is not important
Iam just happy for the simple fact that you are here with me

Life is not always easy,that much I know
you have also been through a lot,that much I know
but you dont have to be a lone traveller in the journey of life
thats why I say that Iam happy that you are with me

It does not matter what you wear
it also does not matter how rich or poor you are
if you are a cleaner or a professor
I accept you the way you are

some moments can be worth a lifetime
friendship and love is not a crime
so stop wandering aruond and come home
beacuse Iam always happy to have you next to me.

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!!

You want my trust, but how could i? You are but a stranger. Yes i have known you many years, but its what you told me, that gave me my image of you. Do i really know the sky? even though it always in my eye. Come on, you are flesh, with passions and lust. When i solve the mysteries of the sky, you are next, with your lies, and trust.

I don’t know you, you don’t know me, just a picture and some choice words for all those singles in the world to see
Peoples time is money on that we can all agree so thirty seconds of there life is all that they can spend on me
In that thirty seconds how on earth can we portray all the feelings that we carry way down inside us every day
Perhaps by looking at your photo and staring at your eyes they can sense the hurt your hiding from the day your grandma died
If there really good at reading they can see between the lines just how much love you’ve given others in your time
We want to show are feelings so in the words we write we try but every day the inbox is empty and it makes you want to cry
Most of us are guilty of this dating cardinal sin but we judge the profiles picture before we even begin
If only we could take a picture of our soul and post it in this place then the world would see the real you and not just another face
But loneliness is awful so we choose to take the chance that by leaving our selves open someone will request that we dance

Alone with my dell
Wondering what story i should tell
I know, about the wicked Spell
Where odium and sin dwell
Its perhaps that saucing bell
That tolls all in to heaven or hell
Alone with my dell
Wondering what story i should tell
I know, about the lonely man trapped in an empty cell
Livid with thoughts benieth a bad smell
Hoping his hands wont swell
Alone with my dell

A growing trend
Among the CS Poetry Friends
Never to end

Poetry is an art, an art that can take your breath away,
some may find it dull, some may love it from the start,
Poetry is our moods, the every line you read strikes your heart,
Poetry is filled with life, from the birds in the sky to the bright stars in the heavens,
Poetry and i shall never be apart

I ride by the driveway,
There are so many cars,
I have to park halfway
Down the block.
She said she'd be here,
She probably will.

Saying that my company
Was needed to make her
Night complete, I don't
Think I believed her.
What would some one as
Beautiful as her, want
With me?

I lock my car from afar,
Walking reluctantly, to
The party in progress.
I'll just get back in my
Car and follow the route
Back to my house, or perch
Myself in front of a window,
Glaring in, to catch glimpse,
As a voyeur, hoping to
See forbidden fruit; watching
Her everymove.

These thoughts and more,
Cloud my mind.
I know, I know, I'll
Just sit in my car
Across the street, and
Watch the happy partyiers
Revel in their own company.

I stop two doors down,
From the offending house.
Good, I think to myself,
No one's seen me, I can
Still make a hasty retreat.
There, on the porch, standing,
Talking , laughing,
Is the lady in question.

I take a deep breath,
Close my eyes and pop a mint;
Pulling out a coin from
My pocket, I rest in it on
My closed pointing finger
And thunb; heads I go right
Tails I go left to party.

I flick my thumb,
The coin launches from
It's seat,
Tumbling in the air....

Cruising the forums, checking out the threads,
Reading what everyone has said.

I thought the point was looking for love,
but then a thought came from up above.

~Understand, I ain't knocking the site,
It oftentimes packs quite a tasty bite!~

For adults, this site is like a high school clique,
The geeks, the jocks, the preps, anyone got a bic to flick?

We gravitate to what we know or who seems safer,
I think he/she said their underwear was chaffer?

We have great days, fun chats, intellectual posts,
And some that seem like lukewarm toast!

All-in-all it appears, that although we try to be happy and sparkly,
We "CS'ers" can be quite cranky!
(And some posters deserve a cheeky little spanky!)

Writing is what i do
writing is what i dont ignore
usually i write the truth
but still i will write galore
I let my fingers do the talking
I let my fingers speak the words
paper is what my pencil is stalking
Its what makes my feelings heard
I can write all day long
for those moments i feel free
I feel like my words are strong
feelings belonging to others and to me
I will continue to write truthfully
even if the feelings aint mine
I write the words to let u see
how you love and cry at the same time
you can love or hate what i write
but my writing wont end only increase
this is my talent and this is what i like
Im going to write till the day i cease