Cinquain

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕙
Jesus Holy, perfect Healing, praying, loving Worship, teacher, leader, risen the Christ
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
a present day étude
For what it's worth, You'd have to be the dumbest person on Planet Earth to give prosperity doctrine anything but side-eye,
By Chris Z6 months ago in Poets
Screaming from the rooftops. Top Story - May 2026.
I screamed from the rooftops today I screamed as loud as I could. My closest and dearest all to the furthest and coldest could hear my voice; but they tilted their head in disbelief.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
Bad Pancake
I was your experiment Your trial run You quit me before you had to subscribe You say I should be grateful I’m alive Perhaps I should
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
The "Museum of Lost Smells
The "Museum of Lost Smells In the year 2092, the world was paved in silver and glass. We had solved the problem of decay, but in doing so, we had accidentally scrubbed away the soul of the earth. The sky was a permanent, controlled shade of cerulean, and the air was filtered to a neutral, odorless nothingness.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets
I Finally Understood
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member 7 months ago in Poets
I Thought I Had Time
I Thought I Had Time It’s strange how such a simple thought can follow you everywhere, showing up in the quiet moments—when the room is still, when your phone is silent, when there’s nothing left to distract you from what you didn’t do.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets
What the tide brought in
Years. Years have passed. since he sent her that glass bottle. It arrived hastily across the waves, Straight unto his son’s arms.
By Maya Or Tzur7 months ago in Poets
Walking
I wonder the earth Haunted by memories A mental disease of unforgeting Weeping over unrealized futures Uncomfortable in every place and setting
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
If Pain Could Speak
If pain could speak, what would it say? Would it whisper softly… or scream in gray? Would it tell you where it quietly hides,
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets
Day 9,000 - I Still Have A Headache - But I Know, We Are What We "EAT", I "Know" That !?
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
By 365poetry7 months ago in Poets
Where the Chains Couldn’t Reach
Claim that the effects will last for generations. Where was God? The question rose like smoke from the belly of ships where breathing was borrowed
By Press Release 7 months ago in Poets