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Ron Sparks Nov 2022
smoke, with a hint
of leather - succulent
spice from the cigar teases my
James Study Jul 2022
old house
spiders and bats
leaking peeling creaking
cold breath of wind frosty windows
my home
Poemasabi Mar 2022
No legs

A forked tongue smells

Lives in woods, deserts, and seas

They come from eggs laid by their mother

Scare me
Written in 3 minutes, I know that it shows, to demonstrate Cinquain to three 2nd graders. Being 2nd-grade boys, reptiles seemed the obvious choice.
Sammi Yamashiro Sep 2020
Nearing addict
status; once spurned pure black
but now it’s my composition.

my thoughts;
next round is scotch:
Next, I’m alcoholic.
Yet, withdrawal never latches.
I’m safe.
Two Cinquains. Describes how I overindulge in coffee (I once couldn't stand the taste of black coffee and now I can't get enough of it) and I fear that alcohol will do the same to me (I don't like the taste of it but maybe I'll love it too much like I do coffee). Yet, even with coffee, I can drink heavy amounts of it for days and be completely fine (not experience withdrawal symptoms).
So with my anxious thoughts, they seem like they will stick with me forever but in the end, I'll be fine.
Deepti S P May 2020
Pitter-patter, Petrichor
Lightning, Peals of thunder, Gusty winds
A feeling of freshness
Feel the rain
Megan Matthews Apr 2020
It will reveal
Things you already knew,
Like the scars you see on your skin.
Lost, Found.
Taibhsear Apr 2020
roiling across,
just as sea tempests toss'd.
Frost'd froth on brackish peaks churn
the sky.
White Wolf Mar 2020
I hear

The footprints near

And feel their beating heart

Not knowing their distant remarks

Now past
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