Cinquain

Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
POEM - Roots In Concrete
Beneath the towers, steel and glass, Where shadows stretch and people pass, A silent tale begins to weave— Of roots that clutch and won’t let leave.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Last Night of Love
The moon glows, gentle on the quiet street, Soft light weaving gold on tangled sheets, We lie side by side, but worlds apart,
By Amelia8 months ago in Poets
We the Wall
I heard something that stuck in my head, as so many things do Among the useless and trivial, the line that stood out to me
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
Pure And Easy
Introduction I bought a copy of Pete Townshend's "Who Came First" yesterday because I love the song "Pure And Easy" and I wanted to write a poem to give me the feeling the song gives me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Gardeners of Conscience
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin8 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 8 months ago in Poets
POEM - Orphans of Virtue
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
The Fire Beneath the Dust. AI-Generated.
“They say the world was made in seven days. But who made the time? Who lit the first fire and then forgot the way home?” In the space before language, before division, before fear — there was the One.
By nawab sagar8 months ago in Poets
On The Wings Of Cicadas
Introduction This is from an idea from a very close Vocal friend, because the cicadas are very loud at the moment. You can expect to see annual cicadas, also known as "dog-day cicadas" or "jarflies," during August in North America, as this is their peak emergence period alongside July.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets