Best Quintain (English) Poems
Below are the all-time best Quintain (English) poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of quintain (english) poems written by PoetrySoup members
In the Sun's Last Glow
heart, lost love, may,
On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field,
she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe.
She still can feel the terror! How...
She Wept In Languished Moan
She wept as they buried her one true love.
Dear Quintain, how beautiful you are,
allowing us to paint the spacious sea or sky,
landscapes, or nights’ celestial bodies beckoning from afar.
Even when my quill...
Wonders of Winter
happiness, love, winter,
Look up! Snowflakes appear in streetlights
Hear children cheer as snow days are announced
Watch the powder fly during snowball fights
Frost crisped, the lawn remained
beneath the frozen dew.
Water dripped to ice as gutters drained.
The cardinal bids the day adieu;
the winter storm has left a gelid...
She arrives with a mystic charm
Gliding in on silver moon
With a peaceful vibe that oft disarms
As words of praise...
Lost To Autumn
analogy, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
I thrive for summer, dancing free,
Yet, when autumn breathes a sigh -
The Curious Moon
love, passion, romance,
A young man leads his girlfriend to a tree
one sultry summer eve as night is looming.
the branches of the old oak form a canopy
If This is My Last Poem
If this is my last poem, a masterpiece it will not be,
nor a poem of sorrow written deep into the night.
No self-recriminations or guilt. That...
Reaping And Relishing
REAPING AND RELISHING SAPODILLA PLUMS
Reaching out towards freshness all ripened,
Holding onto huge branches hovering high,
Not bothered about tan getting deepened,
I hand pluck lush naseberries straight...
Awaiting Summer's rule to end
Fall sleeps in dream of colored shades.
As sun unwinds its solstice bend,
As I was busy “being”
just who I am,
I didn’t care what others were seeing.
To be as they wish, would be a sham
and I will not...
happiness, nature, seasons,
Sighing softly, a gentle breeze,
dances amid my clothes line.
Sweet the scent, refreshing tease,
as sheets, its hug entwines.
This night, on Spring, I shall recline.
For the contest:...
Make a Wish
It's not too late to make your dreams come true.
Can you recall sweet childhood and spontaneity?
Something still is shining; let it beckon you.
With hope, go...
The Sweetest Starlight
emotions, feelings, heaven, love,
The Sweetest Starlight
You are the sweetest starlight shining across the ocean so pure
Moonlighting and enchanting my dreams with warmth aglow,
Touching gently my heart and...
In a Field of Gold
lost love, nature,
“We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.” - from Sting’s Fields of Gold
One day in a museum,...
"In the heat of Pasion" (to Angela wih love)
girlfriend-boyfriend, life, lost love,
The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
that baffle me....
The whisper of your skin
dissolving into mine -
the weight of it is kin
to that of wings of butterflies - divine
deliciousness I can’t define!
My precious love...
Should I enhance my recognition
by defiantly treading on an innocent heart?
Or perhaps mine is a sin of omission,
fleeing with fame a la carte,
while thoughtlessly tearing...
Make A Wish
In abandoned fields
the silhouette of a dad
blowing fluffy seeds
from the last dandelion's head
towards packed toys in the shed
Beyond mountain yields
Her hands untied from the bed
From Now On
From now on, I'll focus eyes above the trees
when years have yet to be designed
with unknown lands, the eyes can't see.
I can't forget what's ...
An Empty Street
One Texan day, a man close to his prime,
sat down on a curb beside a tree.
It was an empty street; there was no crime
A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies
I saw them in the sunlight hovering
above the fragrant bushes on our street.
So many different hues of them! It was inspiring.
Beautiful bright ballerinas drawn to...
March is the first to arrive on the scene.
She sees Winter leaving and blows him a kiss,
And then she starts in to paint the world...
The world wants a torch
but I only wished to be a candlelight.
It gives dim light but will never scorch
Though it will never be a highlight