Cinquain

The Last Storm
The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain that would never come. The sky, a dull shade of gray, loomed over the remains of a once-thriving city. Crumbling buildings stood like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered, their walls cracked by time and neglect. The world had dried up, leaving nothing but dust and despair in its wake.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Poets
Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy
Background and Structure The poem is composed of 100 cantos, divided into three sections: Inferno (34 cantos) Purgatorio (33 cantos)
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Walls
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Rumi: The Mystic Poet of Love and Spirituality
Rumi’s Early Life and Spiritual Journey Rumi was born into a family of scholars and mystics. His father, Baha al-Din Walad, was a well-respected theologian and jurist, whose teachings greatly influenced Rumi’s early education. Due to the Mongol invasions sweeping through Central Asia, Rumi’s family migrated westward, eventually settling in Konya, in present-day Turkey. It was here that Rumi established himself as a scholar and teacher, following in his father’s footsteps.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
RISE & RESIST
Stand up! Don’t back away Hold firm, don’t let ‘em win They push, they shove, they try to break Stand tall! * Hold on!
By Christian Bass2 years ago in Poets
Each Night
It seems like my reality leaks through my eyes, like a mollusk constrained open by mallet and etch, protecting a mysterious nobody can name.
By Md. Mohaiminul Islam2 years ago in Poets
Coup
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Coins and Joy: A Generational Lesson in Balance
Mom said, "Always save your coins, for storms will come unannounced." I wish she taught me how to spend joy— not fear. Author's Notes:
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Poets
Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Hair
I love everything about it The way it rest on my shoulders The way it flows down my back The way it makes me feel when it’s styled
By Lady Psyren2 years ago in Poets
Trying Cinquain
THE HEART Nothing Can be better Than knowing one’s own heart It lines the floors where wonder lives Fulfilled. PLEAS Small bird
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets