Family Pantoum Poems | Examples
These Family Pantoum poems are examples of Pantoum poems about Family. These are the best examples of Pantoum Family poems written by international poets.
"Sunsets are loved because they vanish." - Ray Bradbury
Days like this, I could forget
If they were all to vanish,
Come to an end in a sunset
Black clouds I'd ever banish
If they were all to vanish
As skies of orange and blue,
Black clouds I'd ever banish
If that were so easy to do
As skies of orange and blue
Take place here, now and then,
If that were so easy to do
I'd paint them with my pen
Take place here, now and then
Needed for only a little while,
I'd paint them with my pen
If only I had such style
Needed for only a little while
Come to an end in a sunset,
If only I had such style
Days like this, I could forget.
The kids are just fine
On this Wednesday eve
Our lives intertwine
Until one takes leave
On this Wednesday eve
We huddle in the waste
Until one takes leave
From this bombed-out place
They’re readied for school
Packed up for the day
Ballet class in tule
Then we hurry away
Packed up for the day
The evacuations begin
Then we hurry away
From the siren’s din
Distraught by expectations
Life’s daily demands
Guiding child’s aspirations
Mold their lives in our hands
Life’s daily demands
From missiles, we flee
Mold lives in our hands
As we dodge the debris
We discuss the whole day
Watch the news, sip our wine
In lands far away
We witness war’s crimes
Huddled in lost places
We assess the whole day
Do they hear us, or see us, or know us
In lands far away?
Parents love us more than we know
Children sometimes forget, we don't regret
Ask yourself if you give more or take
Instill kindness and stay low, not gate.
Children sometimes forget, we don't regret
Humble yourself and love more, not hate
Instill kindness and stay low, not gate
Happiness grow more than sadness we sow.
Humble yourself and love more, not hate
Value others' lives and care for sake
Happiness grow more than sadness we sow
Enjoy life and live straight, not ferret.
Value others' lives and care for sake
Ask yourself if you give more or take
Enjoy life and live straight, not ferret
Parents love us more than we know.
Out of the cage place I my turtle
On the family lawn the ground he hurdles
Slowly grimly he's so shuttles
Pathways not known just straightway waters
On the family lawn the ground he hurdles
Going where slowly he'll git there
Pathways not known just straightway waddles
Walk on turtle walk on
Going where slowly he'll git there
Slowly grimly so he shuttles
Walk on turtle walk on
Out of the cage place I my turtle
6/9/21
FOR PANTOUM RHYME POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
Pictured used# 4
Family gathering in the 2020 year
'Twill be so different, but then maybe
Will be dissimilar from ones filled with fears
Or some thing else and I won't be called baby
'Twill be so different, but then maybe
It can be cheerful, we could sing "Jingle Bells"
Or some thing else and I won't be called Baby
We can hope everyone gets well and remains well
It can be cheerful, we could sing "Jingle Bells"
Will be dissimilar from ones filled with fears
Or some things else and I won't be called Baby
Family gathering in the 2020 year
I am concerned for everyone's health this year as we gather for Christmas.
I have had fears in the past but this is something entirely different.
You die alone, barred from family:
try to imagine how it must feel.
You're attached to a respirator:
air is being forced into your lungs.
Try to imagine how it must feel;
to never see your loved ones again.
Air is being forced into your lungs:
you're unable to breathe on your own.
To never see your loved ones again:
anxiety is worse than dying.
You're unable to breathe on your own
isolated from those who love you.
Anxiety is worse than dying:
surrounded by strangers wearing masks.
Isolated from those who love you;
never to see their faces again.
Surrounded by strangers wearing masks:
you're attached to a respirator.
Never to see their faces again:
you die alone, barred from family.
Oh, empty swing, beneath our maple tree-
for many years now, withered and distressed;
as summer breezes make you sway, I see-
remember times when you were truly blessed.
For many years now, withered and distressed-
abandoned by two generations past;
remember times when you were truly blessed
by first our children- then, grandchildren last.
Abandoned by two generations past-
with many years unused between the two-
by first our children- then, grandchildren last-
recall them swinging when I look at you.
With many years unused between the two,
as summer breezes make you sway, I see-
recall them swinging when I look at you;
oh, empty swing, beneath our maple tree.
June 18, 2020
Contest: Feelings of Nostalgia
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo #1
~~How I remain sane in life
One sees endless strife.
Where can I find some peace?
Being with family does help.
Meditation and music calms.
Where can I find some peace?
Petting my cat is so soothing.
Meditation and music calms.
Dwell on sweet memories.
Where can I find some peace?
Being with family does help.
Dwell on sweet memories.
How I remain sane in life.
June 3, 2020
Noon PST
Poem, # 1218
Frosty and Santa are kids Christmas dreams
Wishes of Santa's sleigh with gifts galore
Adults Celebrate with family themes
Frosty the snowman everyone adores
Wishes of Santa’s sleigh with gifts galore
Christmas trees sparkle with tiny bright lights
Frosty the snowman everyone adores
Kids dreaming of their gifts Christmas eve night
Christmas trees sparkle with tiny bright lights
Adults toast with red wine, sing and spread cheer
Kids dreaming of their gifts Christmas eve night
Everyone feels the Christmas spirit here
Adults toast with red wine, sing and spread cheer
Adults celebrate with family themes
Everyone feels the Christmas spirit here
Frosty and Santa are kids Christmas dreams
1/19/20
Photo # 2
Contest: Christmas Pantoum Rhyme
Sponsor: Eve Roper
(Contest entry: Poet’s October Pantoum...)
Trick or Treat
(Ghosts)
These ghosts have walked the streets before,
their hollow eyes embarking for the light;
the streets are glad they’re here once more,
going house to house at night.
Their hollow eyes embarking for the light —
Adults beside the sheets that they once wore
going house to house at night
are filled with life by ghosts they so adore.
Though the candy’s not for them tonight,
the streets are glad they’re here once more;
the owls have left their porch light bright.
These ghosts have walked the streets before.
10/31/2019
Contest: Poet’s October Pantoum Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor, and Patron: the Right Honourable William Kekaula
She was a shadow of her former self
In spirit she left with her mother’s soul.
Enjoying nothing of her days or nights.
Wailing and keening on her mother’s bed.
In spirit she left with her mother’s soul.
Overwhelmed, she chose to languish in grief.
Wailing and keening on her mother’s bed,
Family and friends were mightily concerned.
Overwhelmed, she chose to languish in grief.
Enjoying nothing of her days or nights.
Family and friends were mightily concerned.
She was a shadow of her former self.
A pile of pennies built strong love,
Childhood memories so sweet,
As they look down from above,
Helped make me feel complete.
Childhood memories so sweet,
Playing Rumoli using the penny,
Helped make me feel complete,
Laughter grew from so many.
Playing Rumoli using the penny,
Summer was a bonding time,
Laughter grew from so many,
Family dinners so sublime.
Summer was a bonding time,
As they look down from above,
Family dinners so sublime,
A pile of pennies built strong love.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 7, 2012
For the contest
“Rhonda and Cindy’s Penny Pantoums”
My Precious Child
I am so very proud of you
Your life was my dream
One surrendered long ago
I am so very proud of you
You are my hope realized
One surrendered long ago
You are my answered prayer
You are my hope realized
Your life was my dream
You are my answered prayer
My Precious Child
Lay
A little child cries in the night
Hope still a small flame inside
Longing for arms to hold her tight
Only hunger and fear abide
Hope still a small flame inside
Tears her only form of release
Only hunger and fear abide
Wanting the horror to cease
Tears her only form of release
Unable to understand civil war
Wanting the horror to cease
Always afraid of an opening door
Unable to understand civil war
Her family dead in some grave
Always afraid of an opening door
No longer the will to be brave
Her family dead in some grave
Longing for arms to hold her tight
No longer the will to be brave
A little child cries in the night
Written for all the children who are victims of civil war
On top of the pile___shoes upon shoes
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
That she knew what her fate would be soon
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
The owner was last one to die the death
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
Memories filled her every thought
The owner was last one to die the death
Terror, horror with every breath
Memories filled her every thought
Of family, friends, life, love__children
Terror, horror, with every breath
Because she knew what fate would be soon
Same as family, friends, love__children
On top of the pile__shoes upon shoes