Here is a list of Most Liked Cinquain Poems written by members. Read poetry, post your own poems or comments. Poems on these pages are copyrighted © by the authors who entered them. Click here to post a poem.
Thank you Poets (Cinquain)
Thanks
To all
The beautiful writers
You are all true
Poets
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Thanking you for reading my poetry, commenting (should I not respond), birthday wishes were so lovely (thank you) and just for being here and making this poetry corner a special place to come and read such good prose! Write on! (A little humor for a Saturday)Halloween (Cinquain)
Halloween
Frightful sights
Under moon’s light
Ghosts and goblins alight
Tonight
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
BOO! Halloween Night some fun, before the real fun starts!December Birthday Cinquain
In
December, Birthday
Wishes of Blessings and Peace
And many more with
Joy
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
Happy Birthday to someone special and to everyone enjoying this beautiful December month and celebrating your special day!Staying Power
Marriage
Requires work
Don't give up
When you feel down
Pray
Requires work
Don't give up
When you feel down
Pray
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
It comes from my interactions with my friends and relatives who are married.They give me a realistic picture of marriage.
For Jamie
I looked to you for strength.
But all I did was make you weaker,
I Looked to you for guidance,
Looked to you for truth,
didn't know where else to seek it.
And so sorry, if I made you fall,
Twas not my intention,
Sometimes, when we seek to find,
We find there is no redemption.
And nobody has the reasons why,
Nobody has the answers.
The how comes or the why's,
The reason why we cry, why we scream,
Why God, did this happen, to him.
To me,and all we hear, is
What will be , will surely be,
And only God knows why.
And so we cry,
And so we scream,
Oh why Lord, it can't be,
Why would you take the only man, who ever mattered to me,
my love , my life.
My heart , my soul,
The only reason I go on living...
so sorry, if I made you fall,
Twas not my intention,
Sometimes, when we seek to find,
We find there is no redemption.
And all we're left with is
asking our Lord,
Oh God why?
Oh, Lord why,
It's too soon to say good-bye,
Don't want to say good-bye.
Much too soon, to say Good-bye.
But all I did was make you weaker,
I Looked to you for guidance,
Looked to you for truth,
didn't know where else to seek it.
And so sorry, if I made you fall,
Twas not my intention,
Sometimes, when we seek to find,
We find there is no redemption.
And nobody has the reasons why,
Nobody has the answers.
The how comes or the why's,
The reason why we cry, why we scream,
Why God, did this happen, to him.
To me,and all we hear, is
What will be , will surely be,
And only God knows why.
And so we cry,
And so we scream,
Oh why Lord, it can't be,
Why would you take the only man, who ever mattered to me,
my love , my life.
My heart , my soul,
The only reason I go on living...
so sorry, if I made you fall,
Twas not my intention,
Sometimes, when we seek to find,
We find there is no redemption.
And all we're left with is
asking our Lord,
Oh God why?
Oh, Lord why,
It's too soon to say good-bye,
Don't want to say good-bye.
Much too soon, to say Good-bye.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
When my second husband died, I think I may have relied too heavily on my daughter for strength, it was her step father, and she has always been the spiritual one.. still I wonder. what toll, this has taken on her.
Growing old
Old age creeps upon my face
Skin now wrinkles
Gone my youth
The smooth gone now wrinkled part of me
Pain in my heart pain in my sole
From my life's toil
My heart ache
From pain older wiser I am now
But still think if my youth gone lost but not forgotten my youth
Skin now wrinkles
Gone my youth
The smooth gone now wrinkled part of me
Pain in my heart pain in my sole
From my life's toil
My heart ache
From pain older wiser I am now
But still think if my youth gone lost but not forgotten my youth
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2019
Post Comment
Night Light ( Cinquain )
A crow
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
Stresses Per LineThe first line has one stress, which was usually iambic meter with the first syllable unstressed and the second stressed.
Line two has two stresses.
Line three has three stresses.
Line four has four stresses.
Line five has one stress.
Syllables Per Line
Following the invention of this form, Crapsey made changes to the form and included a certain number of syllables per line.
Line one had two syllables.
Line two had four syllables.
Line three had six syllables.
Line four had eight syllables.
Line five had two syllables.
There are other forms of cinquain but I liked this one.
Writing
Writing for magic or money
One thing is clear
Wish I had the magic to make money appear
Writing for reason or rhyme
Love could be a reason
Love could be a never ending line
Writing for thought or pleasure
This is what I find
It was a pleasure to know you if but for only a short time
Writing for jest or seriously
Looking for the words that binds
Love is found deeper when you read it between the lines
One thing is clear
Wish I had the magic to make money appear
Writing for reason or rhyme
Love could be a reason
Love could be a never ending line
Writing for thought or pleasure
This is what I find
It was a pleasure to know you if but for only a short time
Writing for jest or seriously
Looking for the words that binds
Love is found deeper when you read it between the lines
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2022
Post Comment
Saxophones over Johannesburg
saxophones over Johannesburg
clouds in the champagne
let it rain
let it rain
for the regime must change
jazz in the hinterland
grazing in the grass
Mbaqanga
Mbaqanga
trumpets from Botswana
Stimela, Stimela
call of the coal train
brought them down
deep down
deep down
in the gold and mineral mines
of the metropoli
clouds in the champagne
let it rain
let it rain
for the regime must change
jazz in the hinterland
grazing in the grass
Mbaqanga
Mbaqanga
trumpets from Botswana
Stimela, Stimela
call of the coal train
brought them down
deep down
deep down
in the gold and mineral mines
of the metropoli
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Listening to Hugh Masekela's Stimela, one of my favourite jazz compositions, the song is basic enough being just two chords but the trumpet playing is out of this world.
Holloween Jack
Its about time those Holloween Jacks come to visit you.
Scared about children --dying so true.
Dark nights are heavier these days-- When Christmas and Holloween brew.
Farther Graves are glowing Grey.
Autumn Leaves have their dark brown Frey.
Barks of trees feels so Rusted.
as Holloween Jacks feel so trusted.
Happy Holloween to you.
When Spirits Howl on their pale white hue.
Scared about children --dying so true.
Dark nights are heavier these days-- When Christmas and Holloween brew.
Farther Graves are glowing Grey.
Autumn Leaves have their dark brown Frey.
Barks of trees feels so Rusted.
as Holloween Jacks feel so trusted.
Happy Holloween to you.
When Spirits Howl on their pale white hue.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
about Holloween here in the Philippines.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
This is a list of poems submitted by CS members. Click 'Details' tab to see all poems, or click on a poem title to view and comment on individual poems. Click headings to sort by comments or views.
Would YOU like to post a poem in the Poet's Corner? Have you written poetry that you'd like to share with other members? Posting your poetry shows your skill and creativity and helps members get to know you better. Your poem will appear on the Connecting Singles Poetry page and also in a link on your profile page.
Click here to publish your poetry »