Best Pantoums Poems

As dusk's misty tones awake from silence,
darkness fades, as birds gather to rejoice.
A beautiful reminder of patience,
their sweet melodies give nature her voice.

Darkness fades, as birds gather to rejoice,
basking in the glory of a new dawn.
Their sweet melodies give nature her voice,
as they parade, dancing...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these coastal
conch confettis want to
skip heartbeats with
peridot rhymes inscribed
as reefy runes?...

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There are cities of sonnets to map
Quests of pantoums and villanelles 
To harness, and ride
Across the wide
Tangled grassland of gratuity
Unwritten, unruled
Anarchy of expression
Empty lines can entice
And immobilize 
The choice of choice
May embolden, or paralyze
But the space you embrace
Is where you hear your voice
In the discipline...

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a queen
waiting for the 
return of her king.

Beneath splitting dusks,
above wicked woodlands 
of weathered grim dreams,
personified pomegranate seeds
drip in sangria sins...

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I can’t believe I thought that there’d be no darkness when it’s dawn,
I’ll be your queen of hearts, even if the cosmos did crack, 
‘forever’ exists as an unseen reality, and the sun will always sprinkle saffron crumbles, 
upon vivacious petals of violet roses, 
painted...

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It was tantalizing, sweet completion
Lines of blue ink filling white space
Tastes of emotions, colors of consonants
Music of vowels, syllables singing
To create, and satiate

Then, time thinned
Responsibility and stress stepped in
Poetry, after all, does not pay the bills
Stop cloud watching and become an adult
They said, and they...

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Pantoums are like Rubik's cubes, but not as satisfying to throw....

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sometimes I sing 
antique anthems,
of the nights 
I was confined 
  within a bottle
of diamond tears,  
wept woefully
   from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of 
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like 
  starburst chandeliers, 
when t i m e was...

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Typically,  a pantoum is made up of two rhyming couplets, however, Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. So, pantoums do not need to rhyme.

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I started off writing a poem with a  rhyme scheme of ...

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“Rewind Forward”


Memory mirror 
supple sylph yields
and naked 
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare 
you climb my mountains
pull me in 
your fingers coiled 
tight and unforgiving
around my silken hair
mouth drawn to bare 
omni amor libido
opalescent...

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Remember when we were young, you and I 
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause 
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches 
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom 

Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause 
You, big brother, I followed...

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I was forced to write about kittens and butterflies,
but truth be told nothing came to mind
(envision myself feline? really? I'd be coughing up a storm!)
For sure not a poem to change your world-view.

But truth be told nothing came to mind
(though I still keep form with...

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The hands of twilight amble through glazed clouds
Soothing my emptiness, a  heart’s debris, 
Although one longtime wish rattles aloud
Warm is the breeze that flutes in symphony. 

Soothing my emptiness, a  heart’s debris, 
Ripples of time explore true north’s hourglass
Warm is the breeze that...

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I am a poor girl
I do not earn much
I am tight spending
Nothing comes easy
So I waste nothing

Pennies I pick
From off the street
Cares not who sees
It does add up

My family
They call me
Penny pinch

That’s fine
They dine

Here 







For Rhonda & Cyndi's Penny Pantoums...

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"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and day
to speak their voiceless peace

like morse code 
forever circling 
in...

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