Pantoum Poems | Pantoum Examples

Is Echo anything beyond a voice? Narcissus is a very handsome man. Is love an obligation, or a choice? It hasn’t varied since the world began. Narcissus is a very handsome man. He sees his own reflexion, and he knows: it hasn’t varied since the world began. To love an egotist engenders woes. He sees his own reflexion, and he knows he is his...

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I'm dreaming of fairies Laughing in a glade of green Fluttering among flourishing blooms In their hidden mystic world Laughing in a glade of green Magic drifts on the cool breeze In their hidden mystic world They do as they please Magic drifts on the cool breeze Fluttering among flourishing blooms They do as they please I'm dreaming of...

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I simply want to be your calm days, kiss you while you’re strawberry hunting. Whether at the store or on the farm there’s no harm in chasing that sugar. Kiss you while you’re strawberry hunting, lie in cut grass in the warm sunshine. There’s no harm in chasing that sugar, fly high on a berry season buzz. Lie in cut grass in...

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In the dog days of summer, the kids discover a decrepit house and the old man (Rentaro Mikuni) who lives there alone. — Zac Ntim, Deadline, 4 Feb. 2025 He was an old decrepit man, was he not? His clothes tattered; his trousers held by a knot. Few rooms: a chair, a table and rotten cot. He lived in...

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(Inspired by Prince song When Doves Cry) A lonely world, they say, for a boy and a girl. Maybe I'm just too much like my father. Why do we scream at each other? This isn't love's soft pearl. How can I live through this heartache? Another tear will smother. Maybe I'm just too much like my father. We try to live...

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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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