Most Commented Cinquain Poems (43)

Ups and downs of loving
we all do surely know
but friendships shared
have, too, a gentle
ebb and flow

When you are down,
above with spirits high
someone may well be seen
but also beneath can be found
a friend with their deep sigh

Spirits rise, spirits fall
as day to day we go
Just look around
we are always here
of this our lives do show

Shoulder-to-shoulder
footsteps help track time
sharing laughs and tears
some walk with us, both
under clouds and in sunshine.

In any direction is
a friend to reach, no doubt
Remember, then, when spirits flag
to give, grab life and hope
Just stretch your hand out.

Flowers!

Lovely flowers

Nature's gift to mankind

Enchanting us with their beauty

Flowers!

Liam's
Christmas prayer
is now being published!
Over the moon and blessed, he is
Thankful

Some weeks hence, we walk
against hunger, yet again
Able only to feed too few, we gawk
at starvation that does remain.
Yet, we step out while others talk.

Low wages mark the underpaid
as entitlement lingers in the air
no longer American made
luxury cars, trucks, SUVs everywhere
traveling down the roads we pave.

What’s important no longer seen
View, blocked by ostentation
asphalt paving over dreams.
What should be our destination
Garmin is left to glean.

Not living up to what was taught
in crossfire of privilege and comfort’s stride
soldiers and other innocents caught
in our pool of arrogance and pride
drown in suffering we have wrought.

As we strip her, Mother Earth cries
her jewels and liquid gold lost.
By consuming fossil fuels, lives
not stopping to weigh the cost,
we consume; someone else dies.

Once adorned, her soul now leery
frictions made from rubbing deep
pressures building, eyes made bleary
release destroys, hearts skip a beat
reshaping the whole world weary.

War breaks into pieces, fears,
and, with tsunamis and quakes,
transform body water into tears.
On cusp of spring dawn awakes
as the aching heart perseveres.

Daily, aftershocks move each quad.
New balance remains the goal.
Rumblings, movement, the hand of God
pressuring the pen to play its role
before action from the divining rod.

Toe, far from the beating heart,
wears its new armor against wounds
poor planning causes from the start,
hopes not to be called upon too soon
to sacrifice itself, to split apart.

So, lovingly wrap your toes
with lamb’s wool and extra hope
push forward as the sneaker goes
walk 20 miles into future’s scope
searching for paths only truth knows.

A crow,
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.

To do
Or not to do?
Tomorrow is next day
I promise I will do it then
That's when!

Thanks
To all
The beautiful writers
You are all true
Poets

In
December, Birthday
Wishes of Blessings and Peace
And many more with
Joy

Flowers
In seasons
Unfolding unique beauty
In many colors, majestically
Grow

Lover

Sensual, Trusting

Caressing, Enticing, Exciting

Fulfilling my every desire

Dream