Cinqku Drowning.

Drowning

Nothing left

To struggle for

Such a relief , escape

Freedom.

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A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.

Drowning.

Drowning

Cold

Can’t breath

Lungs bursting

Pain exploding

Out of time and breath

Drowning I sink deeper

Darker ever the light recedes

I am trapped hopelessly in weeds

Held fast I silently breath my last

So sad, there’s nothing to flash before me.

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Wasted

Pointless life

No one will miss

I leave not a mark

Unseen, unheard, undone

Wasted years lost on cold hearts

No songs for me, I was not free

Unloved, uncared for, useless, wasted

Lost from the beginning I could not see.

Poetry Day, England.

Rural England

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,

Your time  is  running  out, you’ve  lost  your  style.

Over crowded, over stretched, under valued, under siege

All that  is great is  gone, not  much left  for  us, is  there  my liege.

 

Our leaders  are all in disarray,

They have not  a  word of  truth to say.

Under last orders, under threat

That  we  are  sinking is  a safe  bet.

 

All our  hope  and  pride  are gone

Rule  Britannia a  worn out  song.

This is  my land  and I love it  dear

Sadly  sinking is  this  isle I fear.

Heaving cities

Release!

The  wind  blew  and  I  cried

My  tears  fell, they  burned  as  they dried .

All I  had  was gone, ripped  from  me  torn,  set free

Sinews stretched  and  torn, all that’s  good  stolen  from me.

 

I screamed  blue  murder  and  railed  at  the  moon

I  held  my  breath, ripped  at  my  skin , bit my lip  until I  swooned.

I shouted  and  swore  that I  would  take  no  fucking  more…..

Then  pockets  full of  rocks  I  threw  myself  to  ocean floor.

 

Silence, cold  and  deeply  cocooned. Life’s  light  from me  begins  to sweep.thankfully  devoid.

I am empty   of  all feelings . Hardly  aware  of  all  I  have  done, I am vaguely  annoyed

Crawling  from the  wreckage that I  have  become  all  self-respect  and  life  slipping  away

Drowning  slowly but  thankfully. Thank God  I  will not  have  to face another  day!

 

The Ghost on the shore.

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Sun shines on the water silver fairies dance

The  geese come in to land  watch their webbed feet prance.

The sun is climbing  higher in to the blue blue sky

I stand alone on the beach, alone . I ask myself why.

 

I see the children run along  the beach

I wonder where  they’re headed and if their goals  they’ll reach.

Mums and Dads  follow on with picnics carefully wrapped

Standing here I can only  watch a tormented soul truly trapped.

 

For eons I have stood here only allowed to spectate

All I can do is pray for kindness, all I can do is wait.

Then at last I see him, my child emerging from the sea

He runs to me after all this time we are united and finally both of us are free.

 

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Cold now the water is col,  it was warm at  first

It holds  me down yet  carries me  but it does not quench  my thirst.

I do not thirst  for water only for warmth  and light

It is  so cold and  dark  down here I can’t say if it’s day or night

 

Where is my mum, where has she gone

She was here with me playing why has it all gone wrong.

Years  have come  and years  have gone and yet I am still here

I think I’ll never  feel the sun or sand,  or see my mum again I fear.

 

Then at last  the angel came  and gently lifted  me

In to the sun and the blessed warmth up out of the sea.

I see my  mum standing  there rooted to the spot

I feared she might of left, I am glad  that she has not.

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Two souls  at last united  after years and years apart

At peace now united peaceful at last in God’s heart!

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I have tried!

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I have tried and I have sadly failed .

The weight of all this makes it impossible for me to inhale.

I am drowning , sinking going down for the third time

I swear to you I have earnestly tried I can’t cope and I know that that is a crime.

Everywhere I look  more email , more poetry and prose

Drowning by the minute , if I close my eyes it grows.

Please forgive me everyone I just have to draw a line

I just cannot answer or comment on all your posts I feel a swine!

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So please do not judge me too harshly for I have really tried

To keep on top of all your posts . But I am drowning I can’t comply!

I have to draw a line and start again

Please accept , please forgive me, don’t complain!

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Sorry I just can’t cope

There is too much mail and I am such a dope .

I love you all!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

SAD

Still, still the waters where still the light  glinting like crystal.

Stroke, stroke arm pulling body gliding like the breeze of a continental Mistral.

Shattering, shattering  the oar hits the water throwing hope aside all normality scattering.

Shimmering , shimmering ripples spiraling out  slowing down and then slowly flattening.

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Able, able the boat pushes  through the water up stream.

Abiding, abiding slowly moving on ,moving up as in a dream.

Ambling , ambling floating  by running your fingers in the water gazing up at the sky.

Aiming, aiming to get to your goal  but the oar is slicing  at you as you strive for your goal by and by.

Drifting, drifting time ticks away , ticking and tocking  as night follows day.

Drowning, drowning  sinking through the water,  reeds gripping your legs inviting you to stay! 

Deeply, deeply it is pulling you down your lungs are exploding  as you spin around.

Deftly, deftly  time slows to a still you gently float up, basking in the sun until they find you drowned.

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I have made this poem acrostic,  but acrostic  by verse  as opposed to by line. I have based it on an idea that Brenda    had.  I had said that whenever

life appears to be running smoothly someone or something from above sticks its oar in! So Thank you Brenda   I hope you like this poem.

Note to all pop over toBrenda‘s page and read some of her wonderful stories and posts.

Trapped under ice.

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Trapped under ice

I’m bleeding,  under ice.

I can’t find the crack

Can’t breath I’m loosing track.

 

Splitting ice, but I can’t get out

No one hears even though I shout.

Trapped, cracking up loosing all

Can’t breath as I slip and fall.

Drowning in Email

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Hello all my friends, hello everyone .

I have been away and not been able to sort my mail for so long!

I have tried to read all your posts and comment on them too

Yet I am drowning in the task , lets’ face it there is only so much one girl can do!

 

I am working through all the mail and doing my very best

But I am drowning in the email whilst doing returning chores, this, that and the rest.

So I beg your indulgence , please give me a chance to catch up with all your lovely posts.

I only have so much time, I can’t stay on here too long. I promise I shall get there. I am giving you my most!!

 

Drowning

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Running through the tunnel, afraid of my own shadow

I can’t breath  this place is dark and  so narrow.

I hear the river on the other side of the wall

she is whispering  and to me I hear her call.

She’s after me I know, if I trip she’ll catch me as I fall.

 

She is flowing , flowing  her powers growing, growing

Fingers rippling , rippling reaching out for me

Please don’t let her catch hold of me or I shall never again be free.

 

I hear her she is seeping through the walls

in my ears her voice, as my name she calls

My lungs hurt with heaving.  I am lost

I need to escape   but freedom comes at a cost.

 

Here she comes flowing fast around my feet,

I am exhausted now she has hold of me now I am beat.

Slowly now she is flowing up my body there is no point to fight

I give in, I give up she has won. I release you soul hurry take flight.

 

She is flowing , flowing  her powers growing growing

Fingers rippling , rippling reaching out for me

Please don’t let her catch hold of me or I shall never again be free.