About CS Poems (263)

Write as much as you can
In every style that you can
To find your true voice;
Then pan the gold from the dross -
To publish only your best.


©lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

the plan you sell i can tell too well
its all a dream and none of it can be
we'll all come to see forged in the screams
of innocent ones the toll it seems
wasted upon exhalted means
i care to a fault with all i've seen
trauma pushed heart rate
ill concieved crossed fate
engulfed by the landscape
too much to sit back hope and wait
standing at the locked door by heavens gate
atone to the throne reconcilate
the choices we make paths we're led on
the wills that we break promises we let down
bonds we make forever echo into the fabric of time
return to eden

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 .

At any time whatsoever
Whether day or night, night or day
There's always some CS blogger
Who is up with something to say

Some post blogs of their very own
Others merely make a comment
Some just peruse to see what's shown
And with viewing, they are content

CS blogging is taking place
All across the entire globe
With no barrier to creed or race
There is no need for any probe

Among all the differing views
There are times when conflicts arise
Such cases, CS mods diffuse
For bloggers here, that's no surprise

So let's all enjoy the blogging
And to the rules be attentive
In the process of so doing
Remember to live and let live

Loneliness how could it come to this,

Even the flies have wife's,

Lonely nights on an empty pillow,

Hearing nothing but the sound of an empty willow,

Down the well my true love fell,

Hitting her head off the cheating bell,

A knight I stand with sword in hand,

Ready to protect a true woman's hand,

For us to be honest and fair and bear the pain,

Together forever to build a light,

So full of love and pure delight,

That no pain shall ever block our,


Light.

There are many shades of colors and you have painted them so well
I've always envisioned black, because its the only thing I felt
Rather painted from our words or within a sweet soliloquy
Their an expression of ourselves or of the world we wish to seek
Just as one composes colors or form one may also compose emotions
As we reach beyond our infinite from the depths of the bluest oceans
And within the changing seasons that ignites a passion through our dreams
Then only through a rainbow could our world ever find it's voice to sing

on Soup we have 3 main greeters Anne Lise Skat and PD
I list below their individual greets

A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend PD

That's a wonderful poem (new poet's name or id), Stopping by with a nice, sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. I will get much delight in reading and in time become familiar with your verse. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

and Dave often uses the following

Welcome to Poetry Soup a place of friendship and encouragement please comment on others poems and you will soon find many new friends here that will comment back in return Lyric Man Dave

- Hello new member: Gavin - Welcome to P-Soup. - Thank you for choosing to share your poem here with us. - I look forward to reading more in the future. - Have a good time and I wish you good luck. - (Give and receive comments) - / / Anne-Lise :)

just some suggestions each greeter can use their own words
I suggest 3 is a good number it works best if 1 is in the Far East, one in Europe and one in states / Canada
At the same time anyone can still help and encourage
when I first came here the leader board flew so fast that a new poem
would be under the first advert in an hour or so and on to the 2nd page by end of day at latest.

I would love to be able to get more involved but due to running back to back contests on Soup I have little spare time once I have done my own commenting and writing. Yet I have a special place in my heart for CS as it is here I took my first stumbling steps and do look in from time to time

Please all of you make CS a place of welcome and encouragement once more

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!

A poem's a treat when it's so sweet.
The words just flow when the heart's aglow.

Now don't be shy to get too high,
For it's nice to hear a message clear.

No fear to make any mistake,
For all is good in the land of could.

I'll just say,' Don't give up.'
For there's a day your poem won't suck.

reshuffles
the deck
card by card
jokers are wild
n’ sometimes black