Cinquain
Searching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsArt of being alone
Once, in a quaint town, lived a woman named Emma who cherished the art of being alone. Far from loneliness, she found solace in solitary moments. Emma spent her weekends wandering through serene landscapes, sketching the beauty around her.
Lincoln VRPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSelf-doubt: the plunderer of dreams in the womb of young souls
How often do you hear the phrase self-doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever will? Our worth is often determined by the external factors that surround us. We are all conditioned to follow societal norms and adhere to the timeline that society wants us to follow.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBrain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCaged Bird
Have you done anything that you wish you hadn't? If you are a regular person, the answer would be a resounding yes. All of us have regrets.
Michelle LiewPublished 5 months ago in PoetsLost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCare by Candlelight
Introduction I speak for most when I state that we have been taught to put others before ourselves. To do the opposite, say grandma, dad or mum, is to be self-centered.
Michelle LiewPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMatriarch of Hearts: A Symphony of Love
In the embrace of her tender grace,Lies a universe, an unwavering base.She weaves stories with love's tender thread,In her heart, a symphony silently spread.Through trials, she stands as a fortress,Her love, an unspoken, endless chorus.She nurtures dreams with unwavering care,A beacon of hope, always there.Her sacrifices, a silent symphony,Her essence, a guide to serenity.In her embrace, warmth forever lingers,A sanctuary amidst life's stingers.From dawn's first light to eventide's glow,Her love, a river that continues to flow.In her name, countless tales unfurl,For she's the heartbeat of the world.
Reena NauriyalPublished 5 months ago in PoetsYou-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPhenomena
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBlack Box
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets