Cinquain

Glitch Duality
Separation is an illusion Illusion is our own creation Creation is a form of action Action is a kind of devotion Devotion has no separation
By Musings of a Muse2 years ago in Poets
Wabi Sabi: A Broken Cup
Having battled a few medical conditions and personal struggles (as all of us have), self-acceptance can be an overwhelming concept. It's not easy to accept yourself as you are when the rest of society may have some struggle with it. I can envisage a few nods to this.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Healing
This is from a welcome prompt from Poppy The Poet that you can join in here: I needed a reason to write something positive after my last poem and Poppy gave me that. I think the one I am writing about will see themselves here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Snack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Her Love Killed Me
In the shadows of her love, I found my end, A bittersweet tale, impossible to mend. Her whispers were like poison in my ear,
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Scars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide 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 Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ankylosaurus
Covered in armor and spikes They cover me from head to toe However, if you can reach it There’s a soft spot below But good luck with that
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets