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Lost in the Autumn Air

Words tremble
Crisp winds bear burdens
Summer promised, as daylight drifts away
Your heart.... singing in choirs of fading bloom
Hears not






james marshall goff
for Russell's Up In The Autumn Air contest
10/30/12



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The Ugly Truth

Riches
Rampant beneath
The surface, a body
Dressed in curves, hard edges, and sea
Bounty.

Goodness
That is needed
By the masses, a gift,
Yet used for self gain carelessly 
A rift.

By those
Who pursue greed
Seeking gains and power
Without the checks and balance of
Nature.

We see
The ugly truth
Over the globe, high bill
Of disasters and waste so crude
Oil Spills.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.29.10

For the Team Poetry Soup contest.


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Traditional Cinquain Three

Screaming
towards heaven
while angels sit on clouds
is it possible they are not
hearing


I have not written one of these in a while 
was motivated by Drakes first cinquain.
Great first attempt at this form Drake.


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Too Loud

too loud
mass confusion
i sit there silently
just a blur, no words heard really
it's you

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012


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Anxiety

anxious
pulse pounds   in throat 
stomach flutters    skin    crawls
metal taste on tongue, a pale pall
heartbreak

heart break
hands wrung red,    raw
cancerous lips, chewed sore
nails ripped from their beds bleeding, worn
anxious


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Young Girls Pain

Love
Deceitful, wicked
Weeping, cringing, loathing
Things children shouldn’t feel
Hate
 
Intimacy
Repulsive, severe
Struggling, bleeding, collapsing
My pain continues unheard
Father
 
Hope
Abandoned, faulty
Hiding, listening, praying
Life is my suffering
Justice
 
Purpose
Forbidden, fruitless
Reeling, clutching, grinning
The agony has ended
Redemption

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My Destiny

Each day As if through night I walk, searching my way Holding in my hands, a flashlight eyes strained. Watching The road closely I stay on the small path Stepping over rocks, avoiding Ivy. But soon The flashlight dies I know I must go on Yet feel blind in pitch black night, I stop. I hear The night's music Around me like a voice That sings to me a melody Of love. I wait With my faith strong I know something will change And I raise my voice in response Clouds part. The moon Is then revealed I see the path clearly Before dawn I'll be where I belong, With thee. Cinquain Suite © CarolineCecile 04.29.12


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The Key Holder

Open
A gate, a key
To greater turmoil
Overture to greater beauty
Unspoiled.

Fear not
Discovery
When your eyes look upon
Rough trail, hiding territory
Beyond.

Count not,
Walk regardless
Of the pros and the cons
Dreams are in the making, unless
You doubt.

Seek Ye
That gate, that key
That you may come to know
Treasure untold; that ye the key
Do hold.
 
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.07.11


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When Hate Becomes You

Hate
Ignorant fears
Jealousy, envy, tension
Grows into something dangerous
Death


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Be Gone!

Be gone!
Out of my thoughts
You who caused me distraught
I won't let my heart break by your 
Arrows. 

Be gone!
Won't let my soul
Fall upon these stones and
With the plight of volatile storms
Turn cold.

Be gone!
Out of my head
Raging thoughts that cause dread
Let me fly with the swallows and 
Change course.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 08.13.10


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Repentance

There be the goats afloat of devil’s purloin ditch of mix of fact, the faker spoils “the child!” ~~~~~~ There be the child revived adults of quickened souls a Ga pe, Masters souls of love, “the saints!” ====== Note: 'American, Double Cinquain(Didactic)


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COD: Call Of Duty

COD
Overrated Game
Ruining perfect relationships
Taking life from teens
Pointless


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Peace needs a Prince

We feel
Such offense when
We look upon hatred
And its deadly applications,
Evil
That keeps
Peace just a dream
We come to see what works
And we judge those who seek to play
War games.

But when 
Hurt by someone
Personally, those friends
That you have cared about, helped and 
Defend
Because
You felt perhaps
They were misunderstood
And one fine day, they turn on you
And use
The steps
You took for them, 
Against you, in a logic
Of their own, that respects not
Your gift
Shaken 
By the feeling
Of betrayal even
When you know, a gift is given
Freely
The pain
Cuts deep, tearing
The heart apart, bleeding
And your hopes for peace strongly
Lessens.

You find
That the conflicts
In our world has taken
Wider proportion, peace further 
At bay.
Until
The sun comes out
Clears the clouds in your heart
Restoring faith, hope and the love
Inside.

Please God
The only one
Who can show us the way
To peace is your son whom many
Await.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.02.11


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Angie

A ngie
N aging wife
G oing on pestering
I t feels like a stabbing knife
E bony Life.


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Say again

To do
or not to do,
maybe lie here and sleep,
consider,deliberate this
question


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Regret

Regret
Terrible Sadness
Voices I can’t forget.
Forgive me, Oh wretchedness!
Madness!


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The Hidden Side of Love

                            Love
                    Hopeful, Hurtful
             Exposing, Hiding, Changing 
             Secrets hidden by emotion.
                             Lies


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Deceit

The traditional Cinquain.
A poem, I'm sure, everyone can relate to.
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Deceit
Is like a knife
Opening up your heart
And causing it to hemorrhage
Always.

Deceit
Can scar your soul
Leaving you defenseless
Against a world full of vicious
Tyrants.

Deceit
Is a sick joke
That is played upon you
And you never see it coming
Ever.

Deceit
Will drive you mad
And make you scream in pain
You will never trust anyone
Again. 


Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


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Fortress

Fortress
built to protect
designed to keep us safe
But, what if we are the danger
Prison


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Disturbance

Thunder Blast in the hills Destroying the peace Of grass fields, softly brushed by the breeze. Cinquain poetry form © CarolineCécile - 04.01.12


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Bruised ego

Who cares?
Whom fares this sea?


See, hear the tongues lashing.
Forces clashing in every mind:
love blind


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A Smile Turned Upside Down

Clowns
falsely smiling 
with painted faces,
happy outside, but inside
sad


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I'm Finished With You

THIS IS THE TRADITIONAL CINQUAIN WAY OF WRITING.
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Hateful
You are to me
Your abuse is blazing
And I'm tired of your hell raising
Please stop!

Spiteful
Are the cruel words
That you inflict on me
Why won't you ever let me be?
Please quit!

Worthless
I am to you
You love to tell me that
While in the middle of combat
Stop it!

I'm gone
And no longer
Will I let you hurt me
With a whole-hearted guarantee
Goodbye! 


Dawn D. Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn D. Kilby


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Unbridled

Bridle
Your self-control
Feeling all entitled
Running wild is your selfish goal
Freedom


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skeletons

Free 
or not free
long haunting skeletons 
trying to escape imprisonment 
for freedom


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Me

Me
always me
answering bell calls
no one else comes running,
me.


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Unrequited Love

I am guilty of love true yet unrequited an agony that burned my heart to ash


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Heartbreak

Heartbreak,
intense sorrow
over shattered feelings,
rhythm beats fast when finding 
new love.


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Blue

A goal
Unreachable.
A caustic fate.
A place so unattainable,
Soul mate.


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Why (cinquain garland)

Heartbeats
stilled but the
echoes echo on in
memories once shared between two
sisters.

No blood
had tied the bonds
nor sealed the envelope
of friendship and of promises
entwined.

Mingled
confessions laced
nightmares, dreams, fears and hopes
the expressions of life that could
come true.

Futures 
have been murdered.
Dreams of severed hearts bleed 
but tomorrow fills cradles with
nothing.

Sisters
are sisters still
even after a fire 
has been extinguished by faceless
questions.

Heartbeats
had tied the bonds;
nightmares, dreams, fears and hopes
but tomorrow fills cradles with
questions.




Written for a friend whose best friend was murdered.


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Angst Of Burden On An Overcast Day

onus
traps me inside
myself -- suffocated.
to love but be unloved -- my cross 
to bear.


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Blood

Blood,
Bright red,
Soaking hospital bed,
Scary wet wake-up,
Fear


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Shh...

Secrets:
Slyly discrete;
Suspense no-one forgets;
Seriousness not without heat:
Repeat.


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A Problem

A Problem
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Worry
Tormenting minds
Over having low cash flow.
Threatening to foreclose on home loans.
Homeless.


Form:  Cinquain.
©  November 2009


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Resolve For Some

complete
feelings of a 
love unrequited,
"take me away and let me be.
finished."


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Balls

Balls
Base balls
some balls  fall
when balls fall it galls
Y'allz


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Shhh

Silence
Sometimes golden
Other times not beholden
Surreptitious sounds suddenly start
Colossal fear creeps slowly inside me
Inexplicable turmoil fills my being confused


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Stolen Love (cinquain garland)


Unfit
chambers littered
with memories of theives
that Trust invited to come in
my heart.

Rustic
quarters exposed,
no pomp, no flash, no glitz
just safe comfort to nestle in
alone.

Now walls
stand bare and cold
inside my empty heart  
What value has love in pockets 
of theives?

Condemned,
my haven has
become a prison cell,
graffiti memories still stain
the walls.

Behind
boarded windows,
and locked doors I sit
confused, shivering while theives haunt
my soul.

Unfit
quarters exposed
inside my empty heart.
Graffiti memories still stain
my soul.