Cinquain

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Content Warning.
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Show
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Love is a metaphor
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Wilderness-2
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Convincing my favorite book to change its name
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Stumbling
Looking at how many days it’s been Since I was last here I’ve lost pace again But it’s for a better reason this time than last year
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Keys to the Heart
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Unbreakable
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Healing the Injured Dove
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Eclipse
Introduction Although the required form is acrostic, I am using an adapted butterfly cinquain (a butterfly cinquain has nine lines but "eclipse" is only seven letters, so I missed out the connecting two-syllable and the penultimate four-syllable line line)
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Candle Flame
Our lives will have periods of darkness,and these are definitely overwhelming.It is sometimes hard, or even impossible, to navigate them.
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