Cinquain

I Breathe Where You Stopped
I Breathe Where You Stopped Some days, I wake with your name curled on my tongue like morning fog — weightless, shapeless, and everywhere. It lingers in the hollows of my chest, where your laugh used to echo, where the rhythm of your voice used to rise like sunlit dust in a quiet room. You are not here. But I breathe.
By lony banza6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Offering
Not gold, hammered thin and cold to catch the sun's last glance, Nor jewels ripped from secret earth, to dazzle and entrance.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Sensory & Concrete
Not just the grit beneath the nail After the trowel scrapes the pail, Nor just the chill of morning dew On poured-slab surfaces, slate-blue
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
The Boy Who Never Flew
This is for Vocal's This Is How I Remember It challenge and Poppy's #13 prompt. This is not history, but tragedy, remembered by Dedalus, who remained.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Ashes of the Silent
Not the boy who painted stars on the wall of his broken school. Not the girl who dreamed of singing loud enough to drown the bombs.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh6 months ago in Poets
Fireworks
Introduction This is a Crown Cinquain for Ellie Hoovs' July Poetry Prompt Contest (Day 4) “Writing Beyond The Boundaries: Freedom”, which you can find more about here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Love in the Rain. AI-Generated.
Love in the Rain Once we met cloud kiss the sky, Raindrops falling, you and I. Without umbrella, only your hand, Going slowly to close, like fate had planned.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Poets
“The Sweater You Knitted”. AI-Generated.
“The Sweater You Knitted” (A Poem Between Son and Mom) Son (to Mom): In the silence of winter, when the cold winds blew, I wrapped myself tight… in the sweater from you. Threads of your fingers, loops of your care, Every stitch whispered, “My love’s always there.”
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Poets