Best Quintain (English) Poems

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...

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She wept as they buried her one true love.
Each day thereafter she brought him a rose,
the flower she knew he was fondest of.
Her grief unbearable,...

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While traveling ‘cross such harsh terrain 
     left parched and barren from the sun 
   and weeks without a...

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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...

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Here's a fact, life is no bed of roses.
        It has a habit of knocking us down.
 ...

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Look up!  Snowflakes appear in streetlights
   Hear children cheer as snow days are announced
Watch the powder fly during snowball fights
  ...

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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...

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 She arrives with a mystic charm
 Gliding in on silver moon
 With a peaceful vibe that oft disarms
 As words of praise in yuletide...

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“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,...

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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
under which...

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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...

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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...

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In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and...

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Outside my window lives a chickadee,
he loves snowy green pine,
and has a family of about twenty-three;
he loves the snow and falling snowflakes divine,
and each...

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For holding things, two arms have we -
two arms with hands with which we have been blessed.
Two only – we’ve no need of three.
Two arms...

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