Pantoum Poems | Pantoum Examples

Doubt is like duct tape so rip it off, never mind paper cuts and red welts. You toppled off your bike as a kid, always stood up again and rode on. Never mind paper cuts and red welts, wounds heal slowly as time passes by. Always stood up again and rode on. Why would you quit? You are...

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You can hear a pin drop as the car circles the neighborhood and stands still, before the loud doors open and rose petals fall, as the highly decorated grim reaper wills himself to deliver bad news. — by poet Memorial Day What pin brings us to the table? The car circled and stopped one’s heart. The young are no longer...

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When a slap brings joy A voice cries out Newborn girl, boy Angels in Heaven shout A voice cries out Happy tears flow Angels in Heaven shout Trumpets in Glory blow Happy tears flow Breast milk fed Trumpets in Glory blow Gentle strokes to the head Breast milk fed Forever to enjoy Gentle strokes to the head When a slap brings joy...

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You were gone before we noticed your light, Glittering golden in the night skies. Your brilliance could not stir our sight, Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise. Glittering golden in the night skies, Illuminating with an already dead glow. Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise— Only discovered once you let go. Illuminating with an already dead glow, You still make an impact after all...

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Full court press on the press an all out assault on speech verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit supremes masquerading liberators an all out assault on speech university protest branded supremes masquerading liberators fabulist executive derided university protest branded agitators bolstering antisemitism fabulist executive derided the light on genocide agitators bolstering antisemitism tattooed ICE on immigration the light on...

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To draw is something … I could never do well, The joy a picture can bring The stories it can tell I could never do well Drawing freely on my own, The stories it can tell Remains for me unknown Drawing freely on my own Pencil, paint and line, Remains for me unknown A skill that is not mine Pencil, paint and line An artist...

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New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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Whining, is age appropriate, With wrinkles - both newborns and aged. Boo-hoos - in cradle; before grave. The old straitened; babes’ swaddled. With wrinkles, both newborns and aged, They are bathed, despoiled, and diapered. The old straitened; babes’ swaddled. Rock and roll lullabies, falling. They are bathed, despoiled, and diapered. Boo-hoos - in cradle, before grave. Rock and roll lullabies, falling. Whining is age-appropriate....

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Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough. Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness. Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing. Counting the black sheep - times not slowing. Fountain of sea, deep in darkness. Coarse keys, ivory black, musing. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Resist of playful sounds - thirsting. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and...

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The moments slip like sand through open hands, A fragile beauty that we cannot hold. We chase the echoes in these shifting lands, A story whispered as the years unfold. A fragile beauty that we cannot hold, The shadows lengthen as the day descends. A story whispered as the years unfold, We search for meaning where the journey ends. The shadows lengthen as...

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The dreams we held like stars within the night, A fading glimmer as the dawn appears. We search for pathways bathed in absent light, A silent longing through the passing years. A fading glimmer as the dawn appears, The empty spaces where our hopes once grew. A silent longing through the passing years, We trace the shadows of what we once knew. The...

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The heart is a field after rain ravages it, flooded with drops and completely spent. Maybe just maybe something will grow, a remedy lets this fractured soul bloom. Flooded with drops and completely spent, there’s still time for a spiritual revival. A remedy lets this fractured soul bloom, is there anything that love can’t do? There’s still time for a spiritual revival, you cannot...

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Twilight whispers behind the blinds; I barely see, but I believe, In the ruby and orange rinds, Moon blossoms of midsummer eve. I barely see, but I believe In the twinkling star diamonds, Moon blossoms of midsummer eve. Romantic ebon-sky widens. In the twinkling star diamonds, Circling like a halo above, Romantic ebon sky widens; Where there’s darkness, a lunar dove. Circling like a halo above, Juiciness of...

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In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye at the last trumpet: for the trumpet shall blow, and the dead shall be raised up incorruptible, and we shall be changed. —1 Cor 15:52 To Friendly Face and Open Door Spring of daffodils and time change, of snowy Bradford pears and I, to friendly face and open door; ecstatic at the doctored lift.* Of...

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How lovely it was to romp on the grass, How easy it was to make friends with her. I saw her in a car a comely lass, But their red car sped on in quite a blur. How easy it was to make friends with her. I barked at my master to make him speed. But their red car sped...

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