These are cinquains, five-line poems with 2-4-6-8-2 syllable line set ups, not all actually properly follow that format, none are actually related. Again, I hate posting these little poems all alone.

Hearing
Horrid life tales
Of times long gone by
Still managing to eat them alive
Today

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Frames for
Paintings and "art"
To place upon blank walls
All of which may cry, now without
White Space

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Poets
Never ask questions
Before thinking them out
And they already know the answers
Too well

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Music
She sings for life
Never twice the same song
Always finding beauty within
Lyrics

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Start off
gross with hatred
Those bad first impressions
Somehow still manage to grow in
to love

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"Artists"
Pick their minds like
Any other child
Burning holes in the atmosphere
"Inspired"

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Disease
consumes the Mind
devours the Body
pulls one in all directions 'til
broken

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Give her
Time and she will
Blossom into a tall
And well-received beauty, staying
Hollow