A Cinquain is five lines of poetry that follows this pattern

Line 1: 2 syllables    One word giving the title. (noun)
Line 2: 4 syllables  Two words that describe the title. (adjectives)
Line 3: 6 syllables  Three words that express action. ( Verbs)
Line 4: 8 syllables    Four words that express feeling.
Line 5:  2 syllables    One word that gives the title a different name. (synonym)

E.g.,

Fungus
Green and slimy
Inching across my lawn
It is gross and very slippery.
Ick

Umm, this one is a little confusing

This one is tricky
It's not at all like haikus
Give me five dollars

              Children
        Young and older
    Playing terrible games
Inconsiderate and then some.
              Boyfriends

Good one, Lesley.  Much better than this one, that I just made up.

              Lawyers
          Rich and richer
  Talking, fighting, robbing
Always hated, always dispised
              Neighbors

Freak, Lesley and Tradition:  all good.

Boys
Dirty and smelly
Running, jumping, swinging
I have no peace
Monsters

Boys
Clean and fragrent
Sitting, snuggling, reading
Feeling oh, so sleepy
Angels

Those are all great.  Good job, folks.

I have another one, better than my first one.

        Students
  Broke with no cash
Studying and sleeping
  Desires appreciation
      Teachers

LOL, ain't that the truth tradition!

Try this one on for size.  It's another one about students.

            Student
      Smart and clever
  Worries about exams
Very nervous about failure
            Myself

That describes me too!  It's like you're channeling me...

Great minds think alike I guess.

I had a tough week so far.  The life of a college student.  Long, hard, and frustrating.  Been so busy, the only things I've written lately are messageboard posts and these cinquains.

It's true about the great minds thinking alike...

But at least you're writing something, tradition.  Been a lax first week back from spring break for me.  I'm sure next week will be more intense.  Have been trying to keep the writing muscles flexed, but my head's all over the place at the minute, so I'm hanging in there.  Hope you are too.

I am.  I just keep telling myself that slow progress is still progress.  My girlfriend also helps me keep things into perspective.  She's the best. 

Meanwhile, I keep writing short poems for the entertainment of all.

          Kitten
  Small and precious
Constantly watching me
Very curious about life
          Children

                               
                                       girls
                               cute but deadly
                         always watching there back
                  constantly barking up the wrong tree
                                     puppies