These Adventure Cinquain poems are examples of Cinquain poems about Adventure. These are the best examples of Adventure Cinquain poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Loving, Playing, Gaurding
Best friend of man
She didn't know what was taking place;
Perhaps, I did love her in a strange way.
You're her mother,
And I had a choice to make,
To help these problems drift away.
©2014 Honestly JT
tis cold this night so love clear starry sky behold rainbow around moon above so bold the walk in snow tis bright no path not yet we talk frosty vapors intwine in flight then caught - the fire from hill come sleighs children bound to conspire the mood now dire first kiss to weigh transpires
Falling backwards slowly
Ungraciously I am losing
Across the sea,... stadium. And dread
Just an attempt...
Eyes upon the sea
He observed her movements
Measuring her soul's momentum,
To her, ready
Prompted by her appeal
He knew the place to be and braved
He reached the spot,
Where he felt he must be
She rose high, he stood and rode her
Under her crest
Stable on his surf board
His hand touching lightly her wall,
Her awesome wave
Crashed, joyful sounds she made
Proud, he swam to shore, sat, his eyes
Copyright © 05.18.11
Sittin' on top of a champagne night
The city is lit up for the fourth of July
Her kisses already taste like Whiskey
She's tipsy in record time
Threw all of our worries
With all our clothes outside
Tonight, girl. I don't have a worry
Let's lose our manners in a hurry
This aint a good time to be shy
Don't be afraid to tell me what you like
Raise our glass for all the lonely
'Cause that sure ain't us tonight
He walks downtown
Staring at the pavement
He's got something he needs to say
But he don't know just how to say it
He say's it's not that
I can't get words to flow
There's a message like a letter
My fingers write with every note
These aren't words you put on paper
It's a scripture deep inside my soul
That I pull out with Rock n Roll
No one gets what he is sayin'
They just hear complaining
Through his shitty old guitar
Oh Man, But I can hear him playin'
I know just what he's sayin'
He'll never stop believing
Somewhere his names written on a star
Be it the morning or evening tide?
Whence come our love and fates collide?
Shall you come nigh, by light of the moon?
With steadfast reply,
Please, let us be soon.
©2014 Honestly JT
For all the children born under a cloud of blasphemy,
You need to be brave whilst imprisoned by darkness, for your heart is not heartless.
But you are a servant of sinister entities
a luciferian slave.
You will be free in time but for now stand brave.
For soon you will be saved.