Best Comments Poems
List of best twenty comments writers, in the last three years in PS!
Monoku poem.
Best active comments writers in PS, in the last three years, based on my personal reading, in aliphatic order are:
Andrea Dietrich.
Arthur Vaso.
Beryl Edmonds.
Brandy Nicole.
Daniel Henry Rodgers.
Darlene De Beaulieu.
Hiya Sharma.
I Am Anaya.
Ink Empress.
Jan Allison.
Joanna Daniel.
Karen Jones.
Kim Rodrigues.
Nette Onclaud.
Paige Hind.
Paula Goldsmith.
Sotto Poet.
Tania Kitchin.
Tom Cunningham.
Valsa George.
Melancholy days, listless, all through
Then, out of the blue,
A comment comes along to cheer you
My friends, I feared I had reached the end
Those words, once so lively and hale
Now crumble, numb, on my tongue
Tasteless and stale
Repetitive rut, creative gangrene
(Seriously, how many similes
for sunsets can there be?)
No flair to wear, no colors seen
Then kindness, unexpected, left in a note
A flicker, stirring, a melody spoke
Your remarks can mean more than they seem
A trickle, then sparks into a flowing stream
So when the page is blank, the well is dry
With a little help from my friends to get by
Perhaps - I can give it - one more try.
10/04/19
Quality comments wanted
Generics need not apply
“Cute one,” she said. “Funny,” he wrote.
(I’d written the poem while I cried)
“Points” are given for comments left
Some writers just copy and paste
Such comments show poems were not read
To muster points, they’re left in haste
Poets always see the difference
When their verse was actually read
So if you have no time to read
Pass the poetry by instead
For the Views versus Comments contest
Once in a blue moon not very often
Without over thinking it
Something i wrote makes me
glad i did
Because it obviously touches a
nerve or stirs the soup in other's
as it did with i
And when i log on at the top
of the page a bubble appears
with numbers in it
Denoting i my friend have
received comment mail
And when i click on and begin to
read them
I am glad such kind comments
and many positives appear in front
of me for may i say a deserving
one of our own worth it
So kind regards to 1 and all
of you who took the time to
comment show and share
your support
You did a good thing here
not because you could but
rather because you choose
to do so
She obviously is in and keeps
good comany as so do you
Kind Regards
Yours Sincerely
From me to Yee
Guild of Writers
So to all of you may i say this
Speaking only personally
my parting word's i wish
to say and gift to thee are
Best wishes
Love
Humour
&
Goodwill
And once again thanking you
i say
You did a good thing here , here
Hey YOU,
Yes, I’m talking to YOU
Please listen to me…
You used to comment on almost every poem
But you don’t visit me of late
So I have to ask the question,
Why has your support turned to hate?
Actually… don’t bother answering that
because now I know
A little bird told me the reason why
They’ve been advised on 'twofacedbook'
NOT to comment on my poems.
It's a sad fact they did not deny.
So we have a puppeteer who pulls so many strings
Sadly, blinkered marionettes keep dancing
to tunes and keep doing these petty things.
Well, to be honest I’m glad you’ve cut the ties
It’s a pity folks can’t make up their own minds
and not listen to malicious gossip and lies.
12/22/17
Background to the poem. I made a comment on a poem about a lack of reads and comments recently. Totally out of the blue another person informed me they had been requested via twofacedbook not to comment on my poems but thankfully they took no notice of this. They did not mention who is behind it and to be honest I don’t want to know, but I am just sad that someone stoops so low.
Comments or no comments I will continue to write and be an active member of the soup community and will deterred from posting on soup
There is no point
If you have ‘been there, done that’
Unless you announce so loudly
On social sites
Show the proof of
The ‘Happy Family’ moments
You see, enjoying those moments
At that very instance
Is secondary
It is all about looking ahead
Thinking of the future
And this is just the beginning
Because now you
Have to check, every now and then
Those comments
Of your friends
Their mushy remarks
‘Oohs’ and ‘Aahs’
Literally dripping their love for you
These bring back the twinkle in your
Sleep deprived eyes
And instantly uplift
Your travel weary selves
If you do not get a response
From someone specific
And you want to know
Whether he is dead or alive
All you have to do is
‘Poke’ him
His reaction, a ‘thumbs up’ will
Give you the same satisfaction
As a complete meal on a hungry stomach
And your daughter will tell you
‘Now, it has all been worth it’
Your ‘Thank you’ replies
To hundreds such comments
Are bound to keep you busy
For weeks to come
So much for our craving
For some ‘social recognition’
If not in the real world
Then at least in the virtual one
Where no great achievements
Are needed to get those
‘Rewarding’ comments
inaction speaks louder than words ~ in fact it shouts to heaven above
i don’t seek indoctrination ~ this dude knows what it’s like to feel love
stay in your own comments box ~ i have no agenda nor need a shove
when putting digits inside someone else’s bubble ~ wear a latex glove
Truth is easy to write as its fluidity resonates!
At times I read people well, and sometimes, not
This is one of those times I have it right, I believe
He’s an excellent poet with a gentle soul
Blessed with a wealth of knowledge
Already excelled in the craft, now he writes for the joy
Self-assurance shows and he's confident of his worth
Honor he bestows when he leaves comments on my poems
We are graced by the presence in our midst
Of a Doctor of Literature, so unassuming
Always courteous and seemingly devoid of ego
That he would bother to read my poems
Tells me I am not too bad at all
I can tell when he truly enjoys the read
And when he’s merely being polite
For me, Dr. Ram’s comments are better than gold
~*~
For: Joe Maverick's "Better than Gold" Contest
Annalise Brigham
part one:
i was new and i wasn't sure what to expect i was here to mend.
before i submitted anything i thought i would get a lay of the land.
finally i dove in. head first. yikes!
in the shallow end. double yikes!
part two:
dear reader after that tumultuous beginning of this harrowing tale
we continue with part two. (scary movie music plays to no avail)
boy oh boy this is really scary stuff
back to the story, though a little rough
(as an aside did i mention i have big feet their long fellows)
part three:
the time had come.
this is no time to be dumb.
had a poem to submit. one with a lot of wit
"roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
some poems don't"
i couldn't enter this poem it was written by Shakespeare and that would be
plagiarism
(note to self look up the meaning of that big word i just wrote. it is a big word like
marmalade)
part eight:
so there i was reading my first comment. i couldn't believe what i was reading.
the words were kind and helpful
could this be true
i had expected something brittle
i grabbed a tissue
tears were streaming down my face
i thought this is a fantastic place
the poets here are quite amazing
talk about baffling and confusing
this was a lot better than
the time i had spent in jail
in the country of iran
a small room and a pail
do you know what that comment said
"i read this while lying in my bed
i thought it was quite romantic
actually even really poetic"
part twenty:
Fini
(in my own defense the rules said use any style. this is a form the french call
poetry of the absurd...or not!)
Maurice Yvonne
Comment Poetry Contest
August 25 2014
Wondering when comments should occur?
What one needs to say or flagrantly display?
Clever in excess?
Brilliance neglected.
I rhyme without thinking.
Bare my soul!
To strangers unknown.
If I rely on accolades
To prove my words matter
No courage is required.
As ignored, I may be.
The best of you all
That you never see!
I'm so sorry I wrote late
I appreciate all my comments
I wish, my comments could be
Be supper, supper...
Fast
I'm a mother raising five
Wrote my first book, very proud
Boy that book took some work
Even got deleted, from it's brain
The day I went, to play
Writing forty thousand words, in four days
Wow
That's a big cloud
Man I know, I made a lot of mistakes
Oh, well
I just hope, it sells
This autobiography so true
One to bring many, on their knees
Then , I wanted my poems
I wanted these web-sites
I wanted the world to know my talent
But, but
It's so hard to say,
When I saw the mistakes in my first book
I wanted to grab a hook
Determine on walking away
Until the day I saw my comments
Comments from many, I don't know
Many reading my poems
Feeling my thoughts
Looking inside
Showing me , my pride
This pride as a writer
Hoping for the best
The best in my writing
The best of me
The me, hiding behind this screen
Hiding my thoughts
Afraid to, write my comments
Until the day
I sat a read
Read all my comments
Realizing I'm touching many souls
Understanding, we all make mistakes
But, if you mean it from the heart
Feel it in your soul
You shall let go
Let go of this fear
In this fear to write
Write these comments to all
Have this poem in your eyes
So you may feel
Feel my apologies, for a late comment
A comment sent to you....
D.L.V
Inspired by Jan Allison:
~~~~~~
HAIKU
oft my morning call...
birds in the warmer months... sing...
my natural alarm...
your haiku on my shoulder...
your blackbird... softly chirps...
morning...
SENRYU
inspirational...
your poetic prowess...
many thank yous'...
HAIKU
orange beaked blackbird...
dawns equivalent nightingale
sing on Jenny wren
SENRYU
inspirational
a haiku your talent paints
Jan a great poet
inspired mine...
I thank you...
write on dear poet
~~~
Inspired by Robert Haige?
HAIKU
crystal clear...
poets palette... winter hues...
frosted window panes
~~~~~
Inspired by Sarah Rosen
HAIKU
our closest star...
sol... it has a lifespan...
earth will die with it...
our planet's lifespan...
once under natures control...
pollution now rules...
earth will die with it...
sol will blow us all away...
climate change preempts...
~~~~~~~
Inspired by Robert Haigh
HAIKU
live love to find one...
who lives love too... together...
true love realised...
My thanks may be quite short
My comments barely there
But please don’t be offended
They are sincere, I swear
All the poor workers have to
stand side by side with their
wrists in such a lot of terror
and agony due to diverticulitis.
At night are in constant pain.
Danger is all around them.
Death comes unexpectedly.
Heaven gets fuller each day.
God has to be watching us.
God saved us from agony and sin.
He cared for us when needed.
Bring us good news again.
Amen