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"cinquains" poems
Subaru Subaru blue, gold rims Whistles, Fights, Hides Loves to eat muscle Car
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Subaru Cinquains
BLOSSOM Flower Beauty under the sun It dances with the wind and rain And brings feeling of serenity Blossom ************** SPINE Prickle It makes deep cuts That make one cry in vain Protected beauty in its own Spine
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
FLOWER CINQUAINS
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
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Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
A Few Haikus, A Diamante, and A Couple Cinquains
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.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Dawn | 3 Cinquains
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
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Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Grey Frenzy
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
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
Seasons (Cinquains)
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
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Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 10:43 AM UTC
TWO CINQUAINS
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
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Color the Feelings, Color the Moods-A Set of Cinquains
♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ 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…
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
Drop Pens - STOP the DRAFT !
Couples happy, carefree holding one another loving each other tenderly partners. ------------------------ Autumn colorful, calm leavings flowing peacefully crunching softly below footsteps harvest. ----------------------- Kittens innocent, soft playfully pouncing toys purring so delicately soft, meows.
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
three true cinquains
Lucas green eyes, dark hair plays games, watches wrestling happy, fun, expressful, joyful GUY
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Activity 7: Cinquains
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.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
Cinquains
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?
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Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC
Three Cinquains