Cinquain

The Rekindled Hope for Life
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Unfettered Soul
Here is the revised poem with two additional lines: Unfettered Soul My heart beats fast, my spirit soars I spread my wings, and leave the shores
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The Fog of War
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Seldom See
In the quiet spaces where shadows play, Truths are hidden, seldom seen, In the subtle dance of the light and gray,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
DREAM
**Dreamcatcher’s Song** In the quiet of night, when the world is still, Dreams take flight over moonlit hill. They whisper softly in the midnight air, Weaving through stars, dancing without a care.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Origami Swan
Fold, Paper creases, Wings take shape and flutter, Silent art in delicate folds, Fly.
By Amanda Alexander2 years ago in Poets
Ordinary Lives
In the humdrum of ordinary days, We weave our lives in subtle ways, Chasing dreams that softly fade, In mundane moments, plans are laid.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bluebirds Fly
Today is National Aviation Day and the birthday of the inventor of the airplane, Orville Wright. The day marks the spirit of thinking outside the box and exploration, and of letting our dreams take flight. As a kid, I remember always wanting the window seat whenever I was on board a big metal bird.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets