Cinquain
Perspective matters
Winter, Weather matters, Wrapped with warm snow blankets, Wreaths are much-blessed with whispered dreams, Wish it! #This is my first ever cinquain poem. In the meantime I wanted to go the lines with many W s and start the lines with it as well. It' s normal syllable tradition is 2 4 6 8 and 2. Have a fun with this!
By Esala Gunathilakeabout a year ago in Poets
The Haunted Night
The storm came out of nowhere. What had been a calm evening turned into a chaotic downpour, forcing Rajib to pull over his motorbike. The rain blurred the winding road, and the distant flicker of a village light was his only hope. Soaked and shivering, he pushed his bike through the muddy path toward the settlement.
By Israt Jahan Anikaabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
