Cinquain

Sex and love story
Few human emotions entwine as deeply and passionately as sex and love in the maze of human emotions. They are the soul's twin flames, illuminating everyone who dares to dance in their flickering light with a spell of passion and devotion. But hidden behind the creases of this intricate embroidery is a story that goes well beyond the sensuality of desire and explores the fundamentals of closeness and connection.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Poets
Roll the Dice
No, no, no, I'm not asking anyone to pack a suitcase for a trip to Vegas. What I AM doing is suggesting that everyone has periods of uncertainty. You feel dragged out of your comfort zone and anxious because you've no idea what is to happen next.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Does traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Keys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Peers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Making up Memory
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Truck Of Dreams
Here it comes, an 18-wheeler bursting from a sunset so pink and golden as to make my eyes tear up and wonder if they're seeing right.
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets