My try at poetry in the cinquain form. The two are separate, but I figured I'd put them in the same thread since they were of the same style. The second is in more of an exact style explained here that I tried to duplicate.
Sitting
I sat
Too close to her.
I thought she would be mad,
But she only came closer and
Kissed me.
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Beauty:
Specious, lustful.
Wanting, waxing, weeping.
I hold you in my shaking hands.
Untouched.
