Best Comment Poems
What? No Comment?
I read your latest poem today
But did not leave a comment
I don’t know what you meant to say
Couldn’t decode your intent
I wanted to be supportive
And offer encouragement
Wax poetic with adjectives
I didn’t have to invent
You’re not the first whose verse I’ve read
And sat staring bewildered
Filled with an awful sense of dread
Like theater of the absurd
Mom suggested I say nothing
If I’d nothing good to say
So to the air my arms I fling
And go on my merry way
I am always seeking the good
In every Soup poet’s work
I’d rather stay misunderstood
Than come off like a cruel jerk
*Entry for "Put Yourself in the Reader's Shoes" contest
Whoops, I forgot to comment
Upon that nice poem you wrote
Please don't take it personally
My reasons are many, take note
It's too long, I'm easily bored
It's not really what I expected
I though it might have rhymed a bit
So now I'm a little dejected
I've nothing special to say
When clearly others do
Perhaps I've missed the meaning
Or have a different point of view
Occasionally I'm just stuck for words
Stop laughing it's often true!
I've just run out of pleasantries
To pass on what is due
Your poem I'm sure is wonderful
I'm sorry I failed to say
How beautiful are, the visions you give
I'll tell you another day
Contest entry for “Comments Verses View”
I write unto the blank papers stare
A ball point pen in hand without a flare
The words enscribed should be a future quote
As I am the best or at least so you denote
I listen to your comments out loud
And damn you make me feel so proud
I know that I am one of the best
For you tell me so at least I can rest
I take your words in heart with pride
As I feel you only read what "I" enscribe
But as I read words from others souls
I see the same reply that you told
I read the same things told to me
You basterds are just lying to please
You said I have so much to say
I took it to heart as if it where a prayer
I scroll upon others works of "art"
You all say the same crap never heard a negative part
So tell me I suck so I can have pride
To be different than all these brown knosing flys
"You have so much talent why dont you go pro"
Tell that sh1t to the fool on the rope
"As usual you stun me with your words of hope"
I get tired of reading the same for all poets
Giving each other hand jobs for praise
If you didnt hate me now, I am sure your on your way
Do I give a sh1t? Hell no I just laugh until it hurts
At your pointless rantings of whos best on the blurbs
I speak my mind and tell the truth
Why dont you praise yourself and save time of the youth
As they have more talent than you
For they speak the "truth" and say "you suck" when its due
She is always there with a comment
Never a negative word passes her pen
Doubt whether she has heard of the people
A comment gives them a boost , to write again
Has a habit of blogging with animation
If I knew how to do it would try
Have a few funny things I could enter
Hope she passes the info on, I sigh
Love the fact she encourages her daughter
To help with the contests and to write
Poetry has a way of opening your soul
Words escape you didn’t know were inside
Was upset for her when her grandchild died
The pain I am sure is still within
Still she comments and blogs with enthusiasm
Glad the furrowed face has turned to a grin
ALL OF YOU POETRY SOUP MEMBERS JOIN ME ON THIS DAY
LEAVE A FEW EXTRA COMMENTS , MAKE SOMEBODY'S DAY
REMEMBER TO BE KIND AND TO LEAVE A GENEROUS WORD
TONGUES CAN BE AMBIGUOUS PLEASE WATCH YOUR WORDS
WE ARE NOT HERE TO COMPETE BUT TO SHARE OUR TALENT
WE ARE NOT HERE TO SPITE, BUT TO LOVE OTHERS TALENT
SO ON THIS SUNDAY, MAKE IT COUNT READ AND COMMENT IN
ALL OF YOU POETRYMEMEBERS, ARE WELCOME TO JOIN IN
GIVE YOUR INPUT ON A FEW, MAKE A FEW POETS SMILE
LEAVE WORDS OF ENCOURAGMENT SURE TO MAKE THEM SMILE
ITS ONLY THROUGH SUPPORT THAT WE ARE MOTIVATED DO GO ON
SO CARE ENOUGH TO SEND THE BEST AND YES PLEASE, GO ON...
SUNDAY, LETS MAKE IT A COMMENT DAY FOR ALL
ALL OF ONE AND ONE FOR ALL...
YOURS TRULY,
PIXIE DUST
No need to comment
No need to comment,
I’m still gonna write
Wishing good morning
and saying good night
Penning these poems,
hoping to share
Whether you read them,
whether you care
For I am a writer,
though not very good
I’d do much better
if only I could
But this is the best,
it’s all I can do
When sharing my thoughts
with only a few
I know you’re too busy
with things that you write
To wish me good morning
or offer good night
So, no need to comment,
like I said before
Come sunrise or sunset,
I’ll still write some more
Good night Soupers
The Comment Witholders
Read others poetry but will not say boo?
Perhaps their gang here at The Soup,
may not approve of you?
But the poets with big hearts in
comments names you will find,
Their torches there to encourage you
all of the time.
And yes, some even Soupmail you.
If you write anything controversial,
be prepared to be ignored!
It doesn't matter, not at all, get over
it once and for all.
Your earliest commenters simply
just jumped ship, that's all!
Poet-friend gone overboard?
I look at my very first poems~and so
I know who you are.
This question is quite essential, why am
I here?
Be prepared for jealousy ~ its in your
rear view mirror, see?
It's hot green eyes glowing.
Let those green orbs be the rocket fuel
that keeps you going.
You do not need a poll to know if your
poem is good.
You have to trust your inner man or
woman to tell you that.
Find a poem with no comment today,
And give someone a bright soul smile.
How long does it take to type one
word?
Can you just try,please!
Just once in a while?
I am not talking about POTD.
Of those the comments fly in..
I mean those who rarely get comments.
Bless them, please do, with your
Loving, poetic pen!
Panagiota Romios
3/26/2019
Ah, to comment
To filter through the mind
The thoughts of another
Allow them to permeate
Slowly trickle o’er the soul
Stimulate, ignite, sooth
A reader’s need to feel
To tremble, to shudder
Or laugh at whispered folly
Or touch another’s tear.
To read and read again
Lest your comment miss
A tone or thread
And fall, yet rise again
In praise of courage
Marching on a vacant page
Danger shared by the reader
Uniting in a stream of words
The distant touch of poetry
Soft words tossed as roses
At the passing thoughts
Of a misty sunrise
I feel like I can move forward now
I have completed what I think is my legacy ?
I've staked my reputation on it
So if you want or feel the urge to comment
Please go ahead make my boring day
As to me even criticism I do not mind
At least you took the time
I will be fine I am in my prime
Buddy can you spare a dime
Or a second of your time
To fill in my comments line
I may not be happy
with the way things are,
I may express dissatisfaction
In my local bar,
But I refuse to burn down
my street in extreme reaction
to some civil distraction--
seems to me somewhat bizarre.
I must take care of business
in my own neighborhood,
Being no part of any fringe faction.
Give me a rocker and a cigar
And let me live in peace
Trying to do what is right
As every good citizen should!
Written August 14, 2022
[or, perhaps, a Rhyme!]
peu à peu comme une rose
quand vient l’automne
je t’ai vu faner
devant moi tout lentement
je n’aurais pas cru
voir éclore entre nous un amour si serein
garni d’un parfum plus divin
tu m’as offert l’intimité comme un trésor
que l’on offre sans rien à cacher
d’un cœur innocent
cette proximité restera toujours avec moi
tu seras en tout temps l’amour de ma vie
je n’aurais jamais osé croire
devoir un jour te dire adieu mais voilà
Translated from my poem YOU WERE MY HARDEST GOODBYE
AP: 2nd place 2021
I recall a superb comment when
I first posted a poem here, but then
what dismay! I could see
beneath most poetry
that same comment again and again!
For the Comments Poetry Contest of Jack Horne
When the poets fall silent Man will not only lose his voice but also the notion of Life. ~Suzette Richards
Steeped in the pain of his slain countryman,
surrounded by the turmoil of real fears
which lay exposed on the stone-cold tarmac,
a poet dipped his ink in the spilled tears.
He had a name … He had a name …
A mother’s son had stood up to be counted
during a time when voices were made mute,
indoctrinated to a point of stupor.
A poet observes and remains resolute.
He had a name? He had a name.
No statue would be erected in his name
as he was not the first man to be slain.
At the next roll call of the civil unrest,
this poet’s words ease some of the naked pain.
He has a name. He has a name!
Lonely poems sitting
isolated- Something
like real life.
Poems read secretly
in silence..Not even
to say
Hi: I read your poem
today or:Kilroy was
here.
Lonely
poems..sitting on
a site read
incognito.
Snob asks "what is
the form"?
I am just miniature
I just like to write
I don't teach
literature.
When poets fail
to acknowledge
poetry
that could befriend
them,it is a sad
state.
No hope for the
larger
society.
I will find a
happier home
for my poems one day
where people will
cheer
my poetry and say,
"hey
way to go" I like
the flow.
I loved the way you
fueled your word
play
and your poem has
made my day. Maybe
I will take them all
away
and put them in a
book.
Then charge you to
look;
Over five years I
remained
true to you,and no
gain
no refrain.Lonely is
the pain
isolated poems,feel
defeat
When traffic is
flowing
and no one visits my
street. Or have they?
900 read
No Comments Posted
When Donald Trump rants
or a drunk pulls down his wet pants
Mike Pompeo runs his detention camps
in Gods name of course
When the Fox
Is wiser than the hen
One day Freddie
will boil in mercury
never to come back
from the dead
Queens will have their say
Pushing the bully over to the quay
When arrogance yells high on the hilltops
NO COMMENT