Cinquain

Echoes of Valor and Shadows of War
War, the tempest that swallows the sky Its shadow spreads where the brave must die. What honor breathes in the clamor of swords,
By Asno AIabout a year ago in Poets
Commit Your Heart
Commit Your Heart Commit your heart to the open road, To paths untaken, where dreams explode. Leave behind what chains you still, Let freedom shape your iron will.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Merge Conflict
Merge Conflict In the realm of code, where dreams are spun, Where logic battles and wars are won, A silent war brews, unseen at first, Lines of text, in conflict immersed.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
Justice for shoelaces!
Tangled, Twisting, they dream, Of paths untied, unbound, Freedom beyond the laces' grip Loose ends.
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
He Who Laughs Last
He Who Laughs Last The Evergreen State, circa 2010. All objective metrics presaged an uphill battle. The Southwestern mesa-sized stage, while perfect for larger-than-life musical productions, would be wasted on a lone, stationary, monologist. Said stage's hypoxic height would preclude making eye contact with the crowd, never mind meaningful connections made through shared eye gaze. The domed ceiling overhead, stratospheric at its apex, ate laughter like Langoliers eat space-time continuum leavings. As mirth making was the trade I plied, I'd be forced to gauge audience response by ear. Under such circumstances, a “killer” can be made to feel like he’s fighting for his life, while a comic on life support can be made to feel like a casualty.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Through the peeking window of 2025
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the Real You: Why Your Journey Is No Surprise. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Becoming You: Why Your Journey Is No Surprise Life tends to mold people, but often the person we become is because of choices we have made, things we have lived through, and lessons we have learned. Yet, we all reach a point where we look in the mirror and ask ourselves, "How did I become this person?" That moment of surprise can be unsettling, but what if I told you that this transformation isn't as shocking as it seems? In fact, the seeds of who you are today were planted long ago.
By Ashvini Bharawaabout a year ago in Poets
Flying
The ground above me Riding on the sky below At peace With nowhere else to go Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Weight Loss and Maintaining a Low Body Fat Percentage: 7 Scientific Methods
Whether it’s people who have built up to become bodybuilders, people who have shrunk down from bodybuilders to someone who looks almost like a teenager again, or even someone who is slightly obese but manages to reduce weight and eventually maintains that low body fat percentage.
By Doctor munaabout a year ago in Poets
Memories
Maybe some people are better as memories Sometimes they’re just not that interested in you or me Let them flee If they care
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts-2
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets