Cinquain

Stumbling
Looking at how many days it’s been Since I was last here I’ve lost pace again But it’s for a better reason this time than last year
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Keys to the Heart
Trust is a difficult gift to give. Once broken, the task is nearly impossible. The heart is a precious commodity that we have to keep locked.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Healing the Injured Dove
Providedove nce behooves us to forgive, and the task can sometime be onerous. We have all been in such situations and know that it's easier said than done.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Introduction Although the required form is acrostic, I am using an adapted butterfly cinquain (a butterfly cinquain has nine lines but "eclipse" is only seven letters, so I missed out the connecting two-syllable and the penultimate four-syllable line line)
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Candle Flame
Our lives will have periods of darkness,and these are definitely overwhelming.It is sometimes hard, or even impossible, to navigate them.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
" May I Mayo Wish". Content Warning.
In the shadows of a broken home, Where darkness reigned and sorrow roamed, I found solace in a simple delight, A mayo sandwich, my beacon bright.
By Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia Renee 2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The End
Welcome to the end Of the grand experiment Dying in a whimper 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
Moorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets