Summer Pantoum Poems | Examples
These Summer Pantoum poems are examples of Pantoum poems about Summer. These are the best examples of Pantoum Summer poems written by international poets.
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer;
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees.
While beautiful flute music plays in green trees;
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away.
In butterscotch ease, drift humming, honeybees;
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The exotic blooms send pleasant fumes, far away,
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
With huge, tossed hibiscuses, in crimson disarray.
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Their dazzling colors, the world's latest sensation,
Amidst song so rife, without drumrolls of thunder,
The summer blossoms love every color of creation!
Flowery paths wildly intersect rich, late summer.
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 the warm sunshine,
do you taste fresh ice cream on my lips?
Fly high on a berry season buzz,
it’s been a while since it’s been this good.
Do you taste fresh ice cream on my lips?
Try not to gobble me whole relax.
It’s been a while since it’s been this good.
Let’s take the season off and unwind.
Try not to gobble me whole relax,
whether at the store or on the farm.
Let’s take the season off and unwind,
I simply want to be your calm days.
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 an old ruined house, full of rot.
His clothes tattered; his trousers held by a knot.
He ate sparsely of some fish he sometimes bought.
He lived in an old ruined house, full of rot.
Rarely some good older soul, some meat she brought.
He ate sparsely of some fish he sometimes bought.
Winter was too cold whilst summer was too hot.
Rarely some good older soul, some meat she brought.
Children loved his stories and explained each thought.
Winter was too cold, whilst summer was too hot.
Few rooms. a chair, a table and rotten cot.
Children loved his stories he explained each thought.
He was an old decrepit man, was he not?
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White rose blooms, a snowy heirloom,
tender flesh with a golden tinge.
‘Pon coneflower iron, with groom
‘Neath trellis, a harlequin binge.
Tender flesh, with a golden tinge,
Those pearly blossoms help her chill.
‘Neath trellis, a harlequin binge.
Her Summer buds, dressed to thrill.
Those pearly blossoms help her chill.
‘Pon coneflower iron, with groom,
Her Summer buds, dressed to thrill.
White rose blooms, a snowy heirloom.
Pray to keep this summer eve
Rest your weary, aching back
On the dark’ning must we leave
To press our next attack
Rest your weary, aching back
Maelstrom fighting fierce awaits
To press our next attack
To be the masters of our fates
Maelstrom fighting fierce awaits
We falter and we fade
To be the masters of our fates
Our bloodstains on the blade
We falter and we fade
Though our aim be ever true
Our bloodstains on the blade
Reflect the glow of day anew
October 4, 2024
Summer's mask behind glinting flowers—
'Fraid to be seen kneeling at their leaf;
In her passions swathed by the air—
With the blooming sweat to pull it off.
'Fraid to be seen kneeling at their leaf,
She endows her soul around stem's waist;
In her passions swathed by the air,
Like colors' shadows in probing moments.
She endows her soul around stem's waist;
In her passions swathed by the air,
Like colors' shadows in probing moments—
Summer's mask behind glinting flowers.
Summer comes with a sweltering iron
Mashed on the growling flowers—
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
All life's skin craves the steam.
Mashed on the growling flowers—
When the bulbs' expressions out at last,
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
To catch hot pain is now my norm.
When the bulbs' expressions out at last,
Though sun may stick upon a leaf,
To catch hot pain is now my norm—
Summer comes with a sweltering iron.
Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down,
For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs,
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's fast,
And Winter then, snowing hard with a forest's bare; bony abs.
For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs
Out of our brief life; peeping, concerned heads,
And Winter then, snowing hard with a forest's bare; bony abs—
Though it is God in that, that must be wept for;
Out of our brief life; their peeping, concerned heads,
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's fast,
Though it is God in that, that must be wept for—
Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down.
When the leaves start falling off all the trees,
When pumpkin-flavored everything is starting to be sold,
When the weather has dropped several degrees,
The stories of autumn will never grow old.
When pumpkin-flavored everything is starting to be sold,
You know that Halloween is just around the bend.
The stories of autumn will never grow old,
And the joy of the season is never pretend.
You know that Halloween is just around the bend,
When everyone starts wearing sweaters in town
And the joy of the season is never pretend.
When fall comes around, there is never a frown.
When everyone starts wearing sweaters in town,
It is a sign that summer is over, and autumn is here.
When fall comes around, there is never a frown;
After all, it is the best season of the year.
autumn smiles in auburn memories
unsaid goodbyes of fallen leaves,
scars on bare stems, no one sees
It's time to go, summer end grieves.
unsaid goodbyes of fallen leaves,
last days of yellow in cornflour fields
It's time to go, summer end grieves
In yesterday's loss, tomorrow yields.
last days of yellow in cornflour fields
bronze unfurls in embrace of breeze
In yesterday's loss, tomorrow yields
wait for new leaves, in twilight trees.
bronze unfurls in embrace of breeze
scars on bare stems, no one sees
wait for new leaves, in twilight trees
autumn smiles in auburn memories.
17th September 2022
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name Autumn Pantoum
Autumn
Autumn greets summer on a gusty breeze
Waves farewell as she spins down the sidewalks
Laughs with delight as northern lights she sees
Finds one final bouquet of the sweet phlox
Waves farewell as she spins down the sidewalks
In the early dusk she tastes the first frost
Finds one final bouquet of the sweet phlox
Weaves her first spell before the hoarfrost
In the early dusk she tastes the first frost
Autumn yawns as early darkness stunts her days
Weaves her magic spell before the hoarfrost
Beneath the amber moon’s song of her praise.
Autumn yawns as early darkness stunts her days
She smiles through misty hues of incensed trees
Beneath the amber moon’s songs of her praise
Wrapped in soft cloak of her finest red leaves
She smiles through misty hues of incensed trees
Laughs with delight as northern lights she sees
Wrapped in a soft cloak of her finest red leaves
Autumn greets summer on a gusty breeze
9-8-22
Contest: Autumn
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Satin wisps of cloud waft carrying the autumn hue,
brushing azure on the end-summer burnt sky.
The northern wind blows across the sea of blue,
in twilight gleam to the amber nest the birds fly.
Brushing azure on the end-summer burnt sky,
autumn arrives with nature’s prism pristine.
In twilight gleam to the amber nest the birds fly
through the surreal sunbeam of VIBGYOR shine.
Autumn arrives with nature’s prism pristine,
caressed by crisp air on lap of auburn meadow,
through the surreal sunbeam of VIBGYOR shine.
Grass blades wear crown of dew with topaz glow.
Caressed by crisp air on lap of auburn meadow,
in sun-burnt cinnabar garden embracing the fall,
grass blades wear crown of dew with topaz glow,
golden leaves rustle with the tune of autumn’s call.
In sun-burnt cinnabar garden embracing the fall,
the northern wind blows across the sea of blue.
Golden leaves rustle with the tune of autumn’s call,
satin wisps of cloud waft carrying the autumn hue.
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September 8, 2022
Contest : Autumn Pantoum
Sponsored by : Caren Krutsinger
I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows
Head first into oranges, reds, and yellows
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
A season of strange hot and cold bedfellows
A rising moon sweeps daylight with night sky
A sullen sun retreating early low from high
Leaves flutter down as if waving farewell
A rising moon sweeps daylight with night sky
Frost tips blades of grass with a chill not to quell
Leaves flutter down as if waving farewell
Geese and Ganders gathered and gone southbound
Frost tips blades of grass with a chill not to quell
The fallen leaves that crunched no longer make a sound
Geese and Ganders gathered and gone southbound
I wait for midday to soak up the waning heat
The fallen leaves that crunched no longer make a sound
So long warmth of solstice, until next we meet
I wait for midday to soak up the waning heat
Warm days and cool nights brace for winters call
So long warmth of solstice, until next we meet
I rose for the summer, but for autumn I fall
Sept 6, 2022
Hot summer is quickly fading away
One can feel November’s chilly breeze
Verdant green, replaced by sparkling shades
Earth gets dressed in colorful splendor
One can feel November’s chilly breeze
When autumn days start to unfold
Earth gets dressed in colorful splendor
Changes occur giving the eyes great delight
When autumn days start to unfold
The birds around the lake are flying away
Changes occur giving the eyes great delight
The maple turns yellow, red and ochre
The birds around the lake are flying away
Leaves get dyed in multi shades
The maple turns yellow, red and ochre
Cool wind blows and air becomes chilly
Leaves get dyed in multi shades
One can feel November’s chilly breeze
Cool wind blows and air becomes chilly.
Hot summer is quickly fading away.
Sept.5. 2022
Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Caren Krutsinger
"I want to see July!"
Said a Snowman while we played;
"I'll rest under the sun,
And feel the summer heat."
Said a Snowman while we played;
"I'll sail across the waves,
And feel the summer heat
If I can see July. "
"I'll sail across the waves,
I'll rest under the sun,
If I can see July...
I want to see July!"