New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

the Moon
woke you, daylight
it seemed to be, how bright
it seemed to grow while reflecting
your eyes

the moon
silk-spun cirlce
man, blue cheese, high tide?
what untold secrets do you hold
for me

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Originally Posted by firefangled

the Moon
woke you, daylight
it seemed to be, how bright
it seemed to grow while reflecting
your eyes

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your eyes
they puzzle me
behind their misty veil
look deeply into mine and see
the moon

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Jihad Joe

the moon
silk-spun circle
man, blue cheese, high tide
what untold secrets do you hold
for me

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for me
there is this hope
to feel a loving touch
a tap on the shoulder and I
will turn

the moon
turned into stone
lost its light and lustre
when you showed up on the terrace
my love

will turn
night into day
the soft touch of your hand
come and brighten my days and nights
my moon

my moon
lies far out there
verdant Endor supports
lifeforms never seen in your dreams—
awaits

poet
to come and write
describe them all.
paint with words such picture perfect—
unknown...

unknown
heavens above
we think we really know
but I don't think we truly know
we wait

we wait,
and time does not,
how cruel to leave us
chasing, then come pushing us from
behind

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Originally Posted by firefangled

we wait,
and time does not,
how cruel to leave us
chasing, then come pushing us from
behind

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AMEN!! :)


behind
is what I'll be
if I don't hurry there
and make my presence known throughout
this land

This land is mine,sole owner and proud too,

What if this gets outlawed?

I knew it not,for laws are but man made,

And I will hold with pride this mother earth.


Rock me not for I am fragile,

A roused farmer am I today.

I grow flowers, spices too.

I shall always hold this earth with love.:)

Quote:

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Originally Posted by V.Jayalakshmi

This land is mine,sole owner and proud too,

What if this gets outlawed?

I knew it not,for laws are but man made,

And I will hold with pride this mother earth.


Rock me not for I am fragile,

A roused farmer am I today.

I grow flowers, spices too.

I shall always hold this earth with love.:)

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I'm afraid this is not a cinquain. You should probably post this under Personal Poetry.
For this thread you are supposed to begin your cinquain with the last two words of the person before you, five lines with the following syllable count:
2-4-6-8-2

I hope you can join us.

this land
of pinkish tinge
borrowed from the red sun
is too far for me to behold
with love

with love,
one can heal wounds,
break down dividing walls
courage blossoms under flaming
tests, love...

tests love,
all these cinquains,
of many endings that could be,
it reigns

it reigns,
one or other--
Hate or Love: one ruler.
Mankind exists to serve masters:
Choose One:

Choose One
or take them all
Ezra Pound truly said
we are not ruled by rulers but
Eunuchs !