"cinquains" poems
Subaru
Subaru blue, gold rims
Whistles, Fights, Hides
Loves to eat muscle
Car
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
BLOSSOM
Flower
Beauty under the sun
It dances with the wind and rain
And brings feeling of serenity
Blossom
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SPINE
Prickle
It makes deep cuts
That make one cry in vain
Protected beauty in its own
Spine
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Blue infinity
Beautiful serenity
Breaking enmity
~
Food hopes crumbling
Stomach empty, grumbling
Taco bound stumbling
~
Smart
Polite, Educated
Enlightening, Enriching, Enthralling
Teachers, Students, Idiots, Parasites
Disgusting, Debilitating, Degrading
Disrespectful, Obnoxious
Stupid
~
Rap
Poetic, Spoken
Rhyming, Entertaining, Battling
Real rap takes skill
Hip Hop
~
Cinquain
Unskilled, Foolish
Annoying, Boring, Defaming
Cinquains wish they were poetry
Joke
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
Dark, this
restive hour, when
I search for a secret
peace, that lies lurking in the heart,
lost moon,
pre-dawn,
before worry
rises to shine on the furlough
when grey the twilight in furtive
retreat:
this hour,
when winds summon
birds to the distant realms
when little voices rise on beaming
star lakes.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
By beckon of midnight the stars fuse
Along the subtle twilight moon
A sharp, yet quite an adept muse
Struck while atop I sat a dune
Adrenaline scours my veins
A flux unlike any before
Soft as the nature of cinquains
Paradise forevermore
Prosperity oozes in masses
Euphoria profuse I sought
Despair swift she collapses
Austerely wounded left distraught
Passion, passion
Kiss every edge never been touched
Abstraction, abstraction
Swamp me within incessant lust
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
summer
searingly hot
beads of sweat
scorching sun oppresses
roasting
autumn
leaves change
birds start migrating
a time of recess
pensive
winter
snow falls
white across landscape
encased in great coldness
gelid
spring
vivid colors
vivacious garden bed
everything comes to life
brilliant
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
With just
Two words to use
To say the things I must
I find my dictionary closed.
I’m lost.
A ghost
In search of words
That hide from Poet’s pens
And make contact impossible
For friends.
ljm
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 10:43 AM UTC
Red
Angry Mad
Danger Aggressive Warning
War Violence Abuse ****
Blood
Orange
Energetic Warmth
Strength Courage Determination
Attraction Attention Interest Craving
Citrus
Yellow
Happy Joy
Creative Inspire Imagine
Opportunity Optimistic Ignite Light
Sunshine
Green
Envy Jealous
Wealth Health Nature
Greedy Nutrition Field Meadow
Grass
Blue
Serenity Peace
Cool Calm Collected
Stream River Lake Ocean
Water
Indigo
Honest Compassionate
Drama Justice Wisdom
Intuition Perception Addiction Meditation
Midnight
Violet
Powerful Royal
Mysterious Magical Fantasy
****** Romantic Passionate Loved
Grapes
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
♠ ♣ ♥ ♦
Here’s to avant-cryptic stanzas
Nihil-angst extravaganzas,
Ghazal, Pantoum, endless Haiku…
such may cause the Muse to strike you.
Dada, Tanka, cinquains, Centos
existential verse mementos –
yes, they’re mildly amusing forms
but finally fail to transcend norms
of poetry-induced despair
(a common modern-day affair)
brought on by formless abstract lines
of current verse. The warning signs:
eye-rolling, growling, throwing books
yelling at websites, ***** looks
at writers with advanced degrees,
a raging sense of vague unease
with life and letters. **** what’s new…
one wonders what we’re coming to.
When meaning is replaced by style
and editors extol the vile
you know that doom is on its way.
The poets don’t know what to say
but fool around, devoid of rhythm
(that’s why no one wants to hear them
let alone READ them). What a lark;
like rain-soaked matches in the dark.
Poetic dullness thus delays
to kindle light or spark a blaze.
Sad vocation: analyzing
wordy scribbles. Agonizing
over esoteric twaddle
(makes one want to hit the bottle –
or the poet). Was it ever
this way? Will the next endeavor
lift us toward the lyric splendor
or return us back to sender…
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
Couples
happy, carefree
holding one another
loving each other tenderly
partners.
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Autumn
colorful, calm
leavings flowing peacefully
crunching softly below footsteps
harvest.
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Kittens
innocent, soft
playfully pouncing toys
purring so delicately soft,
meows.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Lucas
green eyes, dark hair
plays games, watches wrestling
happy, fun, expressful, joyful
GUY
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Silence
If I
Stopped listening
To the soundless furies
I let define my life, I would
Be free
Days
Sometimes
The best days are
When you wake up alone
And think today is lost but you
Still try
Numb
It’s when
All the leaves fall,
You watch without seeing,
Seeing the beauty nor sadness
Of change
Memories
Can you
Stop forgetting?
Memories I will keep,
My heart overflows with them but
Not you.
Maps
I like
Glancing at things
Like the world and thinking,
It’s small enough for me to hold
And have
Words
Sorry
For telling you
My important secrets
When you will not tell me more than
Two words.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
I.
Your words
are starry, lush,
crawling over quiet
amaranth pages in the air -
"don't go."
II.
Hundreds
of lights are smeared
like yolk by a long hem
of thunderheads that are hunting
eastward.
III.
I dream,
sometimes, about
the old lawns in Dublin:
the last time I felt clear and free.
What now?
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC