Cinquain

Why humanness in its virtue fails
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
After the Conflict
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
Fleeting Cherry Blossom
Carpe diem - seize the moment, because it doesn't last. The cherry blossom is a flower that blooms in spring, on the cusp of the Lunar New Year. This pink flower blooms only briefly, and so it represents transience. owing to its ephemeral nature.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:9,10
Chapter 9: The Final Trial The journey neared its destined close, Yet trials remained where shadows rose. A demon king, fierce and vast, Prepared to halt their group at last.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:7,8
Chapter 7: The Journey Begins With staff in hand and heart unsure, Wukong joined the monk, his fate obscure. Through forests dark and rivers wide, He walked as Tang Sanzang’s guide.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:5,6
Chapter 5: Buddha's Trap Across the skies, his name was sung, Of Wukong’s might and the havoc he’d brung. He laughed at Heaven’s futile plea, “I am the king of eternity!”
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:3,4
Chapter 3: King of Havoc Upon return to his mountain throne, Wukong declared, “This world I own! No gods or kings shall hold me low; To Heaven itself, my power will show.”
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:1,2
Chapter 1: Birth of the Stone Monkey Upon Flower Fruit Mountain, where clouds do cling, A magic stone bore the Monkey King. Carved by the heavens, with earth’s embrace, Born of wind and water, a fateful place.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
Harmony Within
Upon a hill where soft winds play, And sunlight warms the break of day, A figure sits in quiet grace, In nature’s arms, their sacred space.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Shepherd of the Land
Beneath the banner of the nation’s pride, A leader stands, both strong and wide-eyed. Not one of tyranny, nor fleeting fame, But a steward of hope, a trusted name.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Gold
Oh, gleaming coins and crisp green notes, The lifeblood of dreams, the anchor of boats. A symbol of power, ambition's sweet call, Yet a shackle unseen, that binds us all.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
Rebirth
Hope rises from ashes, and combats loss. - Michelle Liew This poem complements Clandestine, a Crown Cinquain on loss written beautifully by Dharsheena.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets