Cinquain
Cheddar Cheese And Strawberry Jam
Introduction At first, I was going to do this as a sonnet, but then thought I would try it as a visual butterfly cinquain and try and make the visual representation look like a sandwich. When I tell people how much I love this they think I am a nutter, but they convert when they actually try it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Fingers to the Lips
Everyone has been involved in situations in which deciding whether to speak up or keep silent is difficult. Saying what you must is a challenge when there are alterations between a mother and a sibling, between a boss and a coworker, and even between oneself and someone else.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
You-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
