These are a few American cinquain. I like the rhythm of these. *Some harsh language*
Hello
Girl my old friend
How are you, I am fine
Do you recall the love we shared
Me too
In there
You will find it
How much do you require
Take the whole thing it won’t expire
Today
Lying
About what now
Always the same it seems
Your wants over the best for us
Fuck you
At last
Is what she said
After finding the one
She can no longer live without
Not me
Baby
I call her that
In our time of passion
With the lights low or anywhere
I’m hers
Have you
Can you say it
Without hesitation
You loved her first without failing
Thought not
Ron Lanham Writing 