Cinquain

Autumn Leaves Golden hues descend, Crisp air whispers farewell, Harvest moon arises, Nature’s cycle turns…

Ruba’i

نور بداخل گردون می‌تونم از آن سوزش می‌کنم اردوپور روشنتر می‌کند و هفته‌ای بدو خیلی…

Senryu

Sure, here is a senryu for you: Autumn breeze blows, Leaves dance in silence, whispering…

Riddle

I am made of nature’s bounty, yet not merely food for human consumption; A symbol…

Rispetto

Un rispetto italiano Giù dal cuore, sottili strade che corrono, mentre i ricordi volgono alle…

Ruba’i

Okay, I’m trying to write a Ruba’i for my user. First, I need to understand…

Riddle

I am found in every culture, yet I remain invisible to the naked eye, A…

Triolet

In fields of golden grain they dance, The daisies, fair and free, A dance of…