Poem: Cinquin – “No Regrets.”


A Cinquin is an unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.

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I thought,

Snow falling would,

Would cover the evidence.

But the cops are not stupid they–

Found him.

——

Gasping, 

I wonder when,

They will come to my door,

And take me away and finger print–

My hands.

—–

They’ll search,

In my dresser,

They’ll find something of his,

The gun he carried trying to–

Force me.

——

I fought

I wouldn’t let–

Him hurt me, not my body.

He injured me with his body first.

I cried.

—–

Lurking,

I saw him here,

He wanted me again, 

So, I picked up his gun and I,

Shot him.

——

They’ll lock,

Me away when, 

They identify him, 

No one knows how he hurt me first.

He’s dead.

——

I’ll go,

To prison because he,

Was a monster and I,

Killed him when he tried again, I’ve

No regrets. 

—— 

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Poem: Acrostic – “Be Mine – Beginnings.”


Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.
(Note: You can use the last letter of each line instead of you like.)

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Be it so that I am allowed to do anything I want for the day — I’m pretending. 

Entertain my deepest desires, anything I choose would be so, 

Glorious possibilities await my each whim — all things are only a swipe of my finger away. 

I would choose to spend my time with you because when I see you, time stands still. You are the one for me. I know it. The equations told me.

Never for long would we be apart; we could be happy you and I in this dystopian world. In a world where the decision is never truly ours. 

Not that we have long to decide; in our time, we choose are mates at a glance through intricate mathematical equations and raw physicality. 

Inventing our love story through my own creativity and imagining we are more then only strangers with intent to mate. 

Not sure how our personalities will rub off on each other; will we be a perfect match or a couple who rips each other to pieces inside and out. 

Going to hope that one day you love me, that we can be a family like they had many hundred years ago; going to pray you accept me and love me despite my flaws. I love yours, I’m told. 

So, I’ve chosen you by our complicated futuristic mating system, will you choose me and be the one I return home to always. Despite being many ages away. 

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