Art Pantoum Poems

He smiled with eyes stained in blood,
there was intrigue without a word;
The stranger pounded my head, 
soft walls left with a grisly splatter;

There was intrigue...

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Tattooing scars gives them flare,
stylish make up is what others see;
Sometimes disguised completely 
proper angles let old marks shimmer;

Stylish make up is what others see,
perfection...

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In the soul where thoughts take flight,
Creativity prances, its spirit dances free,
Inspiration sprouts ideas, shining so bright.
Making a cloak of colored dreams for all to...

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Why was a lion of garnet stones born?
A roar for an army and its glory?
Of new fights, the sculptor wanted to warn,
I wonder what was...

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What of quirks and a flaw or two?
No good but a work of art
I think that is my main draw for you
You may drift away,...

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I feel like my world is crumbling
Everything I do goes wrong
Wishes of mine never comes true
I sometimes think I am a mistake

Maybe it is selfish...

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Date Pantoum was written: December 4th 2022


When the world gets dark and cold,
Your love feels like the warmth...

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This was my entry for Milt's last contest, sadly he passed away before he could judge it.

My lines of romantic Sonnets open a window to...

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The right words eventually come--they do
Words from the deep form the song I sing
They don't come easily, yet they break through
Drop enough of them, and...

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When inspiration obstinately runs low,
And ink stains drench an old copy.
Yet verses silently deny to flow,
While thoughts are damn sloppy.

And ink stains drench an old...

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Portraits can take many shapes and forms
Unlike in Rembrandt, a Rubens, or even a Dali
Modern artists will often eschew the norms
Portraits of myself do not...

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Although I've never kept fanciful fountain pens close at hand,
I have found no need for flamboyant quills to dip into a well,
for poetic lines never...

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My heart warms writing about wintry days,
Nestled inside while peering through the panes
Painted frosty by the winter wonderland feys
Their icy creations must have taken great...

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Everyone always asks me about you, 
unknowingly opening up wounds;  
 ‘It’s more than a poem.’ they say,
as if I didn’t already know that;...

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"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings . . . " 

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