Best No 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
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
T’ was a lovely summer morn; I was feeling as fresh as dew
I grabbed my cup of coffee and settled down to read a few
Going down the list, favorites are always first choice
So, down the list I scrolled, absorbing, and to each one gave voice
Then I stalled.. glanced a title both interesting and mysterious
Took a sip of my coffee as I became more curious
Presuming it'd be fun to read; how it would compliment the weather
So I settled in my comfy chair feeling light as a feather
As I read the poem, once..and then again, I gave up feeling lost!
Disconnected from the title, the stanzas were as frost!
It ruined the warmth I felt, that would have matched the day
Feeling robbed I was speechless, there was nothing to say
As I turned the page with a click, I had a mind to vent
Instead, I simply moved along not leaving a coment!
A never-ending story
The untold is about to reveal
Now it turns out to saga
Everything seems to be unclear
Though truth does unfold
Many tend to disagree
They keep on telling you
To believe what’s not meant to be
To trust injustice
To disapprove the truth
But don’t fool yourself
If you don’t know the root
Stop telling conspicuous lies
You don’t know the real score
If you wish not to burn yourself
Don’t let your spirit sore
I remember this nothing was ever said I have a clear conscience
I read your glowing comment
My work was ‘the best poem you’d ever read’!
I had a huge grin upon my face and a swelling in my head
I proudly told my hubby and then he said to me
“Jan, I’ve read that comment on loads of poem -
it means diddly-squat … can’t you see”
I’d rather have one genuine comment
Than one that is for the masses
So if this poem gets any unique praise
I will get myself some new reading glasses
09-24-17
My problem is – I am selfish:
I want to read and comment on other poems
But my time in front of the PC is limited
And my fingers and mind would rather
Create their own poems and post them
Before the demands of being a husband,
Father and employee tear me away from
The precious few moments spent by myself.
So, I force myself to open and read a poem
And I am met with words, sentences and thoughts
That I cannot comprehend.
Is that the sign of a poorly written poem?
Or, just verification that I am less in tune to
What today’s poetry entails than the artist that posted
This piece.
Skip it. No Comment. Read the next.
But time is running out – and I have a thought of my own
For a brand new poem – which won’t be read by others
And receive no comments itself.
I know a comment written will result in a comment received;
And yet, … Okay read another.
The word is “you’re” not “your”!
You mean “than” not “then”!
You should have said “their” not “there”!
I cannot see the thought, the rhyme, the intelligence
Because I am blinded by the mistakes.
Do I tell them? Will they take it as help or criticism?
Skip it. No Comment. Move on.
Okay, I’ll write one of my own.
“Yes, Dear – I know, I will give him a bath in a minute.”
Try one more.
Hey this is good. I like it.
32 Comments already received.
What more can I say?
They don’t need one more comment from me.
Skip it. No Comment.
“Okay, Okay, I’m coming.”
Shut down. ENTER. Log off. ENTER
Growth from adversity
Based on who's reality
Just once would it pass by
Worn from life trial am I
Provide just a little peace
God grant sweet release
I see poems only the poet understands which results in… No comment
I see poems get POTD with only the poets own comments on … No comment
I see new poems posted with 800 reads but curiously there is ... No comment
I see poems posted yet the poet hasn’t written themselves …. No comment
I see poems with comments turned off for no real reason... No comment
I see crap on blogs by those who have lost their moral compass ... No comment
I see poems posted with the intention to hurt me and others... No comment
I see barbed comments hurled at others for not commenting … NO COMMENT!!!!
I see I am currently top of the community builders... I COMMENT!
08/04/23
eyes wide earth at my feet
standing there I cough
while tugging at a loose
string I approach the foyer
dazzled by grit lock surprises
cautiously I sneeze waving
all rights to a fresh handkerchief
silence abodes as the rough
dragging sound of two large pumps
stuffed in a crowded elevator
one word expressed repeatedly
morning morning morning
my thoughts were posh
and rather timid as a voice
announced hey Hank
this will be my stop
Time slowly creeps on by
This teardrop in my eye
Sun sets on another day
Trying to find my own way
Towards,,I have no clue
Wish I knew
Don't know what I want
No love that haunts
No nothing that holds me back
No desire on the attack
Something new
The past I blew
I want I want ...what do I want
A voice always there with a taunt
Standing still
Against my will
Nothing to show
Lost my get up and go
Just ..don't know
What do I want ..a moment to find
Something left behind
Peace of mind
Lost in the moment
There it went
Too late
Always seems my fate
Time seems to die
Lost in the why
Next step uncertain
Know it's not the final curtain
Just Lost to the moment
No comment
No thought
Nothing tought
A moment wasted
What was tasted
Time still slides on by
Lost in the why
I lift your hands and place them on the neck of the guitar
My left hand covers yours, I gently help it form the barre
I don't press hard, just firm enough to make each string ring clear
You're playing, I'm just guiding, you drive, I just help steer
Here let me help your right hand play a simple melody
May I place my hand on yours? Ready? 1-2-3...
Our fingers sync, next thing you know we're playing two as one
I place a kiss behind your ear, I think this lesson's done
I have a few minutes and no more
To read some poems right now.
I grab some coffee and peruse
As many as I can allow.
I’ve had my fix and so I’m off
For the duties of the day.
I dare not sign in and comment.
Too much time will get away.
Some times there is a poem
Of which I can’t make sense.
I cannot write about it,
Because I am too dense.
Once in a while, one makes me blush.
My mama would be shocked.
It surely is not so bad to others
Or else it would be blocked.
So I don’t comment on it
And am swiftly on my way.
I take time to answer others
And always mean what I say.
I never rate less than seven.
So if you hear from me.
You can be sure that I enjoyed it
And will want some more to see.
So this is my entry, Hgarvey Esquire,
I hope it catches your eye.
But if it’s not what you desire,
It’s okay…. just pass it by.
For Commments vs View contest Won No. 2