Cinquain

The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Orphans of Virtue
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
The Fire Beneath the Dust. AI-Generated.
“They say the world was made in seven days. But who made the time? Who lit the first fire and then forgot the way home?” In the space before language, before division, before fear — there was the One.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Poets
On The Wings Of Cicadas
Introduction This is from an idea from a very close Vocal friend, because the cicadas are very loud at the moment. You can expect to see annual cicadas, also known as "dog-day cicadas" or "jarflies," during August in North America, as this is their peak emergence period alongside July.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Evil Queen
A/N: What can I say. I wish to steal you away my fair lady. Not as a man but as a woman with wisdom and glossy lips enough to kiss. Fair lady, may I offer you a ride in the comments. Maybe we could talk some more. You don’t need to pay a thing, it’s free. Fair lady. ♥️🤗🙏🏽
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
“Halo of Earth”
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets