shan't cry,
her chin lifted
giving an illusion
of confidence, even self-worth...
a lie.
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shan't cry,
her chin lifted
giving an illusion
of confidence, even self-worth...
a lie.
a lie
you think I can't
see you beneath your mask.
you think it protects you from pain.
it can't.
it can't
succumb to pain
no matter how fatigued.
it rises up, facing challenge...
my heart.
My heart
leaps up when I
behold a rainnn.... Oh bah.
Wordsworth got there first and better!
Plague on't.
plague on't!
this daft world screams
with the insanity
that fills its every chasm - break
love's chains!
Love's chains!
Why would I want
To break what binds me here?
Prisoner of love! Bound to you—
Love’s chains…
Love's chains
Hang loose on me,
Yet when I seek to roam
They stop me short and bind me close
To Thee.
To Thee
My praise ascends
The distance between us
Disappears as You press in close
Wonder
Wonder,
I hide beneath,
The hell I wish to seek,
In darkness I shall come to sleep,
In time,
In time,
If I try hard—
If I search out the world—
If I can only see past myself—
I find…
:)
I find
no time for you.
Your judgments bore me now.
You no longer intimidate
this girl.
This girl,
Made my heart stop,
How could I have told her,
I wish I could feel everything,
I cant.
I can't,
feel emotion,
it sags this darkened brow,
which once felt serene and light,
bedecked,
It’s raining.
Oh, how these sudden drops disquiet one—
These transitory dimples left upon
The water.
One thinks of long roulettes around the sun,
And wonders how much longer…
Nice poem. Not a cinquain, but nice.
2-4-6-8-2 syllables to each line.
Bedecked
and bedeviled
in the cloth of one's birth,
comfort and pain coupled to brand
our skin.
our skin,
Tainted my love,
Can you see our nothing,
In darkness, We hide in our minds,
To see
To see
With other eyes I
Sometimes try so very hard—
Wondering just how they bad they hurt
Inside…
inside
my soul's abode:
fields of wildflowers, starlight,
even tears stored in jars, off'ring
balance
haha yeah i know, sorry, I put it in the wrong threadQuote:
Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
Balance,
Was it so good,
Did it start from eden?
My life now darkened I caution,
Broken.
Broken
Ballerina
Falsely twirls at angles
Music box cries muffled, sits in
Trash bin
Trash bin
Overflowing, cast-off
Relics of another lifetime—
Now the source of daily living—
Homeless
homeless
within the home,
her soul erects a hearth
offering her sanctuary,
solace.
She knows
of broken hearts
shattered upon stones of life
mended with healing hands
thus is life.
OOps, sorry, didn't go to last page. Allow me to try again?
Solace
held within the heart
crashed upon the shores of life
foaming it imparts
wisdom
Wisdom
walked across sands,
gifts in hand, egos lost.
What a pull that star had on three
magi.
Magi,
Wise men afar
From the miracle came
Seeking a heavenly King come down
To Earth
Earth
Upon which Lucifer preys
mankind falters upon his ways
from the garden to times revealed
Alpha and omega ages
sealed
welcome to the forum ardeano! just to let you know cinquain structure is in this syllable order:
2
4
6
8
2
Sealed in
Air escapes lips
Like firmly shut windows
My grim suffocation, buried
Alive
Alive
without drawn breath
deep words from souls emit
of the heavenly firmament
sunshine
sunshine
kaleidoscope
rainbow ripples netted
in silken strands of shining hair
shaken
Shaken
pillars crumble
sands of society
weathered rock no longer can be
stable
Stable
Moralities
Are sterile artifacts.
Life should be lived dynamic'lly
With zest.
with zest
northwinds fill sails,
setting The Golden Ring
on course for panoramic nights
asea
Asea,
Aboard the ship
The Captain calls out orders:
“Cast off! Hoist the mainsail! Helm, to
Starboard!"
Starboard!
from my space yacht
I view stardust beaches
on which starfish capture skywave
snapshots
Snapshots,
In my mind's eye,
All I want is to die,
When her gaze penetrates my skin,
To lie.
To lie:
take one half-truth
dissemble rapidly
prevarication with fancy
footwork
:wave: see you got your Avy at last! nice cinquain. :)
footwork
hay foot, straw foot
lift them, twist them hey ho
jigs, reels, hornpipes, half sets, polkas...
let's dance
let's dance—
on the seashore,
in and out of the waves,
keeping time to crashing breakers
of tide…