Showing posts with label Cinquain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinquain. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

All I got...

Continued from Hashan’s Black Poetry : The eternal sleep !!


Love is
All I needed
From you lord and from her
All I got was this lonely grave
And death!


Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on May 6, 2009


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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Your smell


Your smell
Intoxicates
Lingers after you go
Stays with me when I am alone
Your stench


Written on: April 21, 2009 in The Writers Lounge.

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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Winter


Winter
A freezing Day
Snow filled the crowded streets
It shines bright, as dazzling marble
All white.


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Learnt Cinquain form of poetry from Pratibha at:
Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on April 11, 2009

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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Scissors


It cuts
Beautiful.
Gives new identity
Makes lovely dresses out of cloths
Scissors!


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As prompted at: Weekend Wordsmith (95. Scissors)
Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge

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