Cinquain Train

kdnxdr · Mar 21, 2016

broken
small sticks ignite
spring's work cuts down the dead
hungry flames torch winter's past gloom
anxious

kdnxdr · Mar 28, 2016

anxious
color breaks through
a brief kaleidoscope
appreciated by so few
they're blind

jaus tail · Mar 28, 2016

they're blind
to the pains that
school offers. the homework,
the books, the exams, the bullies.
Such pain.

kdnxdr · Mar 29, 2016

such pain
incidental
when that tiny voice screams;
life is so noisy, the end is
so quiet

CDSinex · Apr 3, 2016

So quiet—
nights still get cold,
day’s song ends at sunset.
Crickets must wonder if they woke
too soon.

kdnxdr · Apr 4, 2016

too soon
you've gone away
an empty place sits quiet
awaiting your unknown return
dove's nest

B.D. Eyeslie · Apr 5, 2016

Dove's nest--
our secret place
hidden in the city,
but walls only absorb so much.
Betrayed.

kdnxdr · Apr 11, 2016

betrayed,
a wincing smile
remembering the past,
fighting passion's recollections;
forget

jaus tail · Apr 12, 2016

forget
the study, kids.
get ready for picnic.
in the vast forest we'll explore
nature.

B.D. Eyeslie · Apr 14, 2016

nature
covets her laws
more fiercely than a judge
more tenderly than a mother
survive

Perscribo · Apr 18, 2016

Survive
DNA codes
tenacious as an ape
breaking evolutionary
bloodlines.

CDSinex · Apr 18, 2016

Blood lines
drawn down my arm.
Linked by a timeless rite—
spring finds me pruning roses bare-
handed.

(Rewrite)

Blood lines
drawn on my arm.
Following timeless rites—
spring finds me pruning roses, bare-
handed.

kdnxdr · Apr 23, 2016

handed
a silver tray,
everything was missing;
but, the things of true worth remain,
to love

jaus tail · Apr 25, 2016

to love
you is a gift.
a walk in the forest.
a swim in the lake. a flight with
the clouds.

kdnxdr · Apr 26, 2016

the clouds,
rolled pleasantly
hiding what was to come;
storms are part of every blessing,
so pray

kdnxdr · May 3, 2016

so pray
morning to start
then middle of the day
finish before your bed at night
don't stop

poetinahat · May 3, 2016

don't stop
open the blind
louver its gills for light
angled like a manta ray, broad,
gentle

CDSinex · May 5, 2016

Gentle
days, chilly nights.
Seedlings press against the
cold-frame glass in their struggle to
escape.

Albedo · May 6, 2016

CDSinex said:
Gentle
days, chilly nights.
Seedlings press against the
cold-frame glass in their struggle to
escape.

Escape
Ctrl Alt Del
Hands on the power plug
Oh God, I think she has seen my
secret...

jaus tail · May 11, 2016

secret
is a seed that
if watered with guilt grows
weeds of self-destruction. break them
with friends.

oneblindmouse · May 27, 2016

With friends
you share the joy
bounce laughter off the walls
and hold at bay oblivion
for hours.

jaus tail · May 28, 2016

for hours
you hold anger
at the unfair world. grief
turns to canines and you bite when
threatened

B.D. Eyeslie · May 30, 2016

Threatened
by boogeymen,
we circle the wagons
'round the vortex of a cesspool--
floating.

jaus tail · May 30, 2016

floating
in memories
of pain, bitterness seeps
in your soul and infects it with
despair

oneblindmouse · May 31, 2016

Despair
encircles you
with tentacles of night.
Black holes of chilling emptiness
bite down.

Cinquain Train

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say it loud

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Alex

The new me

The new me