Cinquain

Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Ashes of the Silent
Not the boy who painted stars on the wall of his broken school. Not the girl who dreamed of singing loud enough to drown the bombs.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Poets
Fireworks
Introduction This is a Crown Cinquain for Ellie Hoovs' July Poetry Prompt Contest (Day 4) “Writing Beyond The Boundaries: Freedom”, which you can find more about here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Love in the Rain. AI-Generated.
Love in the Rain Once we met cloud kiss the sky, Raindrops falling, you and I. Without umbrella, only your hand, Going slowly to close, like fate had planned.
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets
“The Sweater You Knitted”. AI-Generated.
“The Sweater You Knitted” (A Poem Between Son and Mom) Son (to Mom): In the silence of winter, when the cold winds blew, I wrapped myself tight… in the sweater from you. Threads of your fingers, loops of your care, Every stitch whispered, “My love’s always there.”
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets
The Secret Room Where Our Love Still Breathes"
The Secret Room Where Our Love Still Breathes" There’s a room they say doesn’t exist— No window, no key, no name on the list. But I’ve walked its floor with trembling feet, Where shadows hum, and lost hearts meet.
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan8 months ago in Poets
"When Our Eyes Met in a Crowded Train"
"When Our Eyes Met in a Crowded Train" Written by Ali In the blur of lives and fleeting pace, Among the strangers with tired grace,
By Ali Asad Ullah8 months ago in Poets
When Life Blocks Your Words, Punch Back with Poetry
Have you ever felt like life just steals your creativity? That’s been me lately. Bills stacking up, endless work calls, family stuff, and somehow, my brain just… shuts down. The words I used to love pouring out now feel stuck, like they’re trapped behind an invisible wall.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Poets
Transcorporeal
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets