Quintain Poems - Poems about Quintain

67 years 8 months, you are now of age What achievements have you to gage Married twice children there are four What legacy is left as you walk out the door Bowler. Firefighter, part time clown Carpenter, DPW worker, man with a frown Wonderful daughter, 2 boys and one stepson To most this would be a lottery won A failed engagement, divorce, a...

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Often quiet evenings, when I read, Memories of you softly intrude Times when you were my only need Heady days of a love we pursued and saw only in glasses rose hued. Thoughts surface I wish would move on, as unknown others invade my sleep. They are interlopers, quickly spawned, spreading fantasies that grow and creep, like tangled vines invading my sleep. Dreams of you...

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No matter what has become Not willing to ponder or succumb A moment of temptation's best Breaking off wanting rest A battle may be won...

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I only wanted a love, And to fall in love with you; I’m closing the door, Just one time more, To leave you in the rear view. I desired to be about you, Not wanting to live without you; You’re a woman, so pretty, It’s no mystery; I thought I had found you –...

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"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives." Camille Pissarro One primary color can make me feel mellow when warm like honey heated up or like rays of a golden sun. It’s flax, saffron, blond, and canary yellow, cheerful like a daffodil and bumblebee fun. It’s bananas too and a well-buttered bun! The...

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Moments come and moments go as time keeps marching on; hold me now and kiss me slow ‘fore sunlight breaks with morning dawn, and wills this precious moment gone. May 5, 2025...

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Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas. ...

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Windswept spirit, ever keen, Inquisitive mind, light and free, Laughter's echo, a vibrant scene, Memories woven, endlessly, Artful soul, for all to see. ©bfa031925 Acrostic in Quintain (Birthday of Wilma D. Honrubia) ...

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“Beautiful poets, do proliferate worlds for us to slip into with each poem you create” by author For all of you whose poetry is filled with words that thrill like dancers on a stage, you wonderfully show us you are skilled by how you phrase each line on every page. Inside our hearts your messages have been instilled. Remember when you...

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A Mom and Dad who'd drifted far apart walked by their little daughter's room one night and heard, "I'm hurting right here in my heart! I wish," she told her dolls, "they wouldn't fight and be mean to each other. It's not right!" Before too long those parents, who had prayed, stood holding hands outside...

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Each year a chapter, newly spun, Festive moments, bright and bold, Radiant joy, your day begun, Embraced by stories to be told, Now celebrate, as years unfold. ©bfa032525 ...

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Dill pickle hated him so Because he stank badly Dill pickle screamed just go Blue cheese wept thus sadly When I leave the fridg, bro I'll stink ever much mo Dill pickle grew older Fermenting like a bozo Then opening his holder A stink scent deathblow...

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Elevator rides have a special significance Only four floors but oh what a ride For the two of us it was like a journey to paradise Pouring out what was locked up inside Hurried moments till we reached our floor Added to the thrill of each kiss Always left with wanting more, more, more Those stolen moments of bliss Lived for thirty years...

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He is my one and only love, The one who cares for me, One who knows me fully thereof, The one who lets me be, My heart's key ~ my hubby. ...

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When seasons glide along life's dream to raise the kiln of compassion... a healing smile, a touch agleam can nourish hearts' indecision my students... flamed with a vision! ...

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