Cinquain

Clandestine
Secrets Burn like hot coals Scorching her fragile mind The weight of knowing sears her soul Burden ~~~~~ Burden She dared to share A truth too dark to hold But trust once broken cannot heal Fractured ~~~~~ Fractured By his cold words Her guilt became her chains While his deeds festered in the dark Poison ~~~~~ Poison Spread through their bond Each whisper fed the rot Until their friendship fell apart Ashes ~~~~~ Ashes Were all that stayed Two hearts now torn and burned Destroyed by silence, guilt, and pain Secrets
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Bouquet
Slender is the rose That sashays in its clothes Wonder is the lily Who’s existence thrills me A blossoming ranunculus Tickling every sensation of my homunculus
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Valor and Shadows of War
War, the tempest that swallows the sky Its shadow spreads where the brave must die. What honor breathes in the clamor of swords,
By Asno AI2 years ago in Poets
Commit Your Heart
Commit Your Heart Commit your heart to the open road, To paths untaken, where dreams explode. Leave behind what chains you still, Let freedom shape your iron will. The journey calls, a whisper clear, To shed your doubts, release your fear. The first step forward, though fraught with pain, Is where you'll find what you hope to gain. Commit your heart to the rising sun, To battles fought and victories won. For life is fleeting, a fragile spark, But bold pursuits ignite the dark. The past may linger, its shadow deep, Its claws may scratch, its whispers creep. But the weight it bears, though hard to part, Will weaken once you commit your heart. To love, to loss, to fragile ties, To tears that blur your weary eyes. In every crack, the light gets through, The wounds you bear will strengthen you. Commit your heart to the stormy seas, To waves that crash with deafening pleas. The tides may toss, the winds may roar, But courage grows when you reach the shore. To risk is life, to fall is grace, To find your footing in time's embrace. Each stumble writes a tale anew, Each scar a badge of what is true. Commit your heart to the fleeting hour, To fleeting joys that hold their power. A child's laughter, a bird's soft song, The fleeting moments where you belong. To hold back now is to let life fade, A tapestry left incomplete, unmade. The threads of love, of joy, of strife, Weave together the fabric of life. Commit your heart to the present flame, Let passion burn, forget the shame. For every ember holds the key To a future shaped by destiny. In love, give all; hold nothing back, For love demands no careful track. It thrives on trust, on leaps of faith, On moments shared, no time to waste. Commit your heart to the endless climb, To mountains steep, to fleeting time. Each peak ascended brings clearer skies, Each effort made, a priceless prize. The world is vast, its beauty rare, Its truths untold, beyond compare. But to see its depths, to know its art, You must begin—commit your heart. Commit your heart to the quiet nights, To the moon’s glow, to distant lights. The stars remind of dreams once sown, Of seeds that grew when courage was shown. Through winter’s chill and summer’s heat, Through trials hard and triumphs sweet, The steadfast soul will find its place, The weary heart will know its grace. Commit your heart to the rhythm of time, To moments fleeting, so sublime. For in each breath, a life unfolds, In each heartbeat, a story told. What holds you back, what keeps you still? A fear to climb the daunting hill? The greatest feats demand the start, So take the leap—commit your heart. Commit your heart to the call within, To the fire burning beneath your skin. To purpose grand, to visions bold, To dreams more precious than finest gold. No map will guide, no star will steer, But faith will light the path you near. And as you walk, the world will shift, Revealing treasures, love’s greatest gift. Commit your heart to a life well-lived, To moments shared, to all you give. For in the end, it’s not the years, But love and joy that conquer fears. Commit your heart, let nothing sway, The doubts and darkness fall away. For every step, though hard to start, Leads to freedom—so commit your heart. Commit your heart to what you believe, Even when shadows loom and deceive. For truth is found where courage stays, Where every dawn renews your days. Commit your heart to the world’s embrace, To touch the lives that cross your face. For in each soul, a light shines bright, And in their glow, you’ll find your sight. Commit your heart to the call of love, To the silent whispers, the skies above. To healing, to kindness, to joy unspoken, For in such moments, hearts are broken open. Commit your heart, though it may break, For love is worth the risk you take. In every tear, in every scar, You’ll find the strength to reach afar. Commit your heart, and you will find, The treasures waiting, undefined. For life’s true worth is found in this— In living fully, in love’s sweet kiss.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
The Merge Conflict
Merge Conflict In the realm of code, where dreams are spun, Where logic battles and wars are won, A silent war brews, unseen at first, Lines of text, in conflict immersed. A project grows, its branches spread, Each one a path where ideas are fed. The master branch, the guiding star, Holds the truth of where we are. But in the forest of digital streams, Feature branches chase their dreams. A new function here, a tweak over there, Every coder adds their share. Days turn weeks, and weeks to more, Changes pile up, a growing lore. Then comes the time to unite them all, To merge the streams and heed the call. The pull request, a momentous stage, Where differences clash, where thoughts engage. But the lines don’t meet, they don’t align, A merge conflict—the coder’s sign. The terminal flashes its warning red, “Conflict detected,” the message said. What once seemed simple, now unclear, Two truths collide, a clash severe. On one side stands the master’s decree, A codebase stable as it could be. On the other, feature’s daring leap, With innovations bold and deep. The file opens, the battlefield laid, Markers show where the war is waged. <<<<<<< HEAD, the lines proclaim, ======= divides the warring frame. Loops are broken, variables fight, Functions collide in the dead of night. What’s the intent? What was the goal? The coder delves to regain control. They pause, they think, they analyze, Seeking the truth behind the lies. Why was this loop changed? What’s its role? Each decision takes a toll. Minutes stretch to hours long, The lines of code a mournful song. “Was this line right, or was it wrong?” The coder toils, steadfast, strong. Through sweat and sighs, the puzzle clears, The logic emerges through doubts and fears. A compromise is reached, a path is found, The code repaired, the branches bound. Tests are run, the results are green, A triumph seen upon the screen. The conflict resolved, the battle won, The branches merge, their work now one. But in this tale of merge and strife, Lie lessons deep for coding life: First, plan ahead; don’t go alone, Communicate to seeds you’ve sown. Commit your changes, small and neat, So conflicts faced aren’t so steep. Test your work at every stage, Avoid the trap of an error cage. For in Git’s world, where histories grow, Each branch and commit tells what you know. It’s not just code, but stories too, Of trials faced and breakthroughs new. So honor conflicts, learn from the fray, They shape the coder in every way. A merge conflict may bring despair, But it forges skills beyond compare. The coder, now wiser, takes a pause, Reflecting on challenges and their cause. With every pull, a lesson learned, Through every merge, respect is earned. Raise your glasses, a toast to the fight, To conflicts conquered, to coding might. For in this world of brackets and tags, Every conflict resolved is a victory flag. And so the cycle begins anew, Another branch, another view. But armed with lessons, the coder knows, That even in conflict, the project grows. For every red mark, every clash, Turns into wisdom that will last. Merge conflicts test both heart and mind, Yet in them, growth is what we find. In the end, it’s not about the pain, But the harmony that we sustain. For every merge conflict, every line, Holds the spark of something divine. Through every push and pull we try, To build the dreams that touch the sky. And though the conflicts may cause delay, The joy of creation lights the way.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
Justice for shoelaces!
Tangled, Twisting, they dream, Of paths untied, unbound, Freedom beyond the laces' grip Loose ends.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
He Who Laughs Last
He Who Laughs Last The Evergreen State, circa 2010. All objective metrics presaged an uphill battle. The Southwestern mesa-sized stage, while perfect for larger-than-life musical productions, would be wasted on a lone, stationary, monologist. Said stage's hypoxic height would preclude making eye contact with the crowd, never mind meaningful connections made through shared eye gaze. The domed ceiling overhead, stratospheric at its apex, ate laughter like Langoliers eat space-time continuum leavings. As mirth making was the trade I plied, I'd be forced to gauge audience response by ear. Under such circumstances, a “killer” can be made to feel like he’s fighting for his life, while a comic on life support can be made to feel like a casualty.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Through the peeking window of 2025
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Embracing the Real You: Why Your Journey Is No Surprise. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Becoming You: Why Your Journey Is No Surprise Life tends to mold people, but often the person we become is because of choices we have made, things we have lived through, and lessons we have learned. Yet, we all reach a point where we look in the mirror and ask ourselves, "How did I become this person?" That moment of surprise can be unsettling, but what if I told you that this transformation isn't as shocking as it seems? In fact, the seeds of who you are today were planted long ago.
By Ashvini Bharawa2 years ago in Poets
Flying
The ground above me Riding on the sky below At peace With nowhere else to go 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
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Weight Loss and Maintaining a Low Body Fat Percentage: 7 Scientific Methods
Whether it’s people who have built up to become bodybuilders, people who have shrunk down from bodybuilders to someone who looks almost like a teenager again, or even someone who is slightly obese but manages to reduce weight and eventually maintains that low body fat percentage.
By Doctor muna2 years ago in Poets