Cinquain

The Whisper of Words
M Mehran The town of Eldridge had a secret. Not the kind hidden in dark corners or whispered in hushed tones, but a quiet magic that lingered in coffee-stained pages, fluttered between the lines of letters, and hummed softly in the hearts of its people. Eldridge was home to poets—real, unapologetic dreamers who believed in the power of words, even when the world outside scoffed at them.
By Muhammad Mehran7 months ago in Poets
Before the Spill
The world tilts forward not sudden, but steady, like a glass filled too close to the rim, like a road narrowing under the weight of its own warning.
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
Glass Hearts
We spoke in fragments, like shattered mirrors— each piece reflecting a different truth. Your words cut clean, mine bled quiet.
By MS Pulse7 months ago in Poets
Price of Liberty
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
Strength in Solitude
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam7 months ago in Poets
Pebbles
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
We Are Not the Same
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes7 months ago in Poets
A Cracked Teacup
Battles rage in the present day. Breakfast in the morning. A breakfast teacup bears witness to war. Battles that tear—but do not define.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin7 months ago in Poets
The Grasshopper Lies Heavy
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Sorry
I believed what you said I trusted you I believed I was safe with you I trusted that you would still accept me When I got things wrong or made no sense
By Sapphire Ravenclaw7 months ago in Poets
Lonely Preparation. Top Story - September 2025.
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
We Touched the Stars
Through the forest, they crashed As the adventurers swung and slashed At every vine and lash Clink clink As their swords struck the stone
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets