War Pantoum Poems | Examples
These War Pantoum poems are examples of Pantoum poems about War. These are the best examples of Pantoum War poems written by international poets.
As sleet beats the midnight morning,
Through ice specks and fallen leaves' dust,
With Winter's drought yet colored by
A phantasm's war in my skies.
Through ice specks and fallen leaves' dust,
The memory frozen on conscious ways;
A phantasm's war in my skies—
I scope its child in between us.
The memory frozen on conscious ways,
With Winter's drought yet colored by;
I scope its child in between us,
As sleet beats the midnight morning.
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?
A thin veneer of stormy war-clouds arising
To threaten the ever-roiling sovereigns,
Keeping the world in constant surmising
Hence no peace among the sister nations.
To threaten the ever-roiling sovereigns
Each greedily coveting the goods of another
Hence no peace among the sister nations
No family ties of ancestry, sister or brother.
Each greedily coveting the goods of another
Amassing armies for their supposed defenses
No family ties of ancestry, sister or brother,
Nations aggressively building needless fences.
Amassing armies for their supposed defenses
A fragile world divided into opposing castes,
Nations aggressively building needless fences
Makes a thinker wonder how long it can last.
A fragile world divided into opposing castes
Keeping the world in constant surmising,
Makes a thinker wonder how long it can last
A thin veneer of stormy war-clouds arising.
Written May 10, 2022
In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands
I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion!
From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands,
Out of the disorientation of a protracted illusion.
I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion!
Like a bee that discovered honey on rocky ground
Out of the disorientation of a protracted illusion,
Or a poet who got his heartbeat amid war sound.
Like a bee that discovered honey on rocky ground
Accuracy was comparable to divine intervention,
Or a poet who got his heartbeat amid war sound
Art is a reflection of a more profound perfection.
Accuracy was comparable to divine intervention
Like birds, they return after a lengthy humid time
Art is a reflection of a more profound perfection,
And a grin might transform into a severe mime.
Like birds, they return after a lengthy humid time,
From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands
And a grin might transform into a severe mime
In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands.
Written: May 07, 2022
Divine Intervention Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Lost memories of war
Brought back by fireworks
Curling up laying on the floor
Tracer bullets feeling like a corpse
Brought back by fireworks
Thought’s of death and bombs
Tracer bullets feeling like a corpse
Coffin closing underground
Thought’s of death and bombs
Curling up laying on the floor
Coffin closing underground
Lost memories of war
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
in an eternal war of sea and shore;
there is something so haunting in their whine,
when a single call turns to a loud roar.
In an eternal war of sea and shore,
the seagulls- on wind currents soar and glide;
when a single call turns to a loud roar,
on beaches these birds gracefully walk- stride.
The seagulls- on wind currents- soar and glide,
such a view of serenity and peace;
on beaches these birds gracefully walk- stride,
of my lunch, I happily share a piece.
Such a view of ~.~ serenity and peace,
from graceful to a powerful diver;
of my lunch . . . I happily share a piece,
the seagulls life is that of- survivor.
From graceful to a powerful diver,
there is something so haunting in their whine;
the seagulls life is that of . . . survivor,
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine.
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November 29, 2019
Poetry/Pantoum/Seagulls
Copyright Protected. ID 19-1204-090-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Seagulls
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
We fought them in the trenches, low
We fought them in the sky
To them, we came from the unknown
Disguised by rising tides.
We fought them in the sky,
Ripped from this world in mid-air
Disguised by rising tides
As ashes fell from here to there.
Ripped from this world in mid-air,
this world has known no such hell
as ashes fell from here to there;
as tears began to swell.
This world has known no such hell.
To them, we came from the unknown.
As tears began to swell,
we fought them in the trenches, low.
Where have all the flowers gone
How long would we keep asking
Where have all the spring bees gone
To search out all the flowers
How long would we keep asking
We still fight with each other
To search out all the flowers
Where have all the lovers gone
We still fight with each other
Scavengers are all alert
Where have all the lovers gone
On selling their golden hearts
Scavengers are all alert
When men will die and decay
On selling their golden hearts
They would fight to fill the graves
When men will die and decay
There would be mourning in air
They would fight to fill the graves
All young girls would be widowed
There would be mourning in air
How long would we keep asking
All young girls would be widowed
How long would we keep asking
How long would we keep asking
Where have all the spring bees gone
How long would we keep asking
Where have all the flowers gone
27.04.2018
Original song : Pete Seegar
A drummer, a soldier’s son,
Resplendent as he beat that drum,
Leading men to war, one by one—
His fear he must overcome.
Resplendent as he beat that drum,
As grown men fell with cries of pain,
His fear he must overcome,
As his comrades, they were slain.
As grown men fell with cries of pain,
The drummer’s beat went on and on.
As his comrades, they were slain,
The battle’s outcome was not foregone.
The drummer’s beat went on and on—
A braver boy you will never find.
The battle’s outcome was not foregone,
A great example to all mankind.
A braver boy you will never find,
Leading men to war, one by one.
A great example to all mankind—
A drummer, a soldier’s son.
His life was madness ... and then it stopped.
Air so thick in weight of night,
to be drafted, wars' jungle so casually dropped,
lone dog soldier on duty in plight.
Air so thick in weight of night.
Silence screams, each step follows next,
lone dog soldier on duty in plight,
patriots duty decried, mind vexed.
Silence screams, each step follows next.
Protests, flags burn, men flee induction,
patriots duty decried, mind vexed,
rockets fill night in thunderous destruction.
Protests, flags burn, men flee induction.
To be drafted, wars' jungle so casually dropped,
rockets fill night in thunderous destruction,
his life was madness … and then it stopped.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
6/27/17
Form: Pantoum
A nation in crisis
Democracy in divide
Repudiating solution
Political pride
Democracy in divide
Dissolution and havoc
Political pride
Absence of civility
Dissolution and havoc
A high price to pay
Absence of civility
Constitutional discord
A high price to pay
Repudiating solution
Constitutional discord
A nation in crisis
February 5, 2017
Winter weeps in shallow graves
Whose lives remain below
No marker at their head
No marker at their toe
Whose lives remain below
Courage, their mantra
No marker at their toe
A charge for freedom
Courage, their mantra
Honoring our country
A charge for freedom
With dignity and respect
Honoring our country
No marker at their head
With dignity and respect
Winter weeps in shallow graves
February 4, 2017
And the cemetery is sculpted by freshly lain plots
Anticipating a frame to explain the gravely residents
To offer considerable homage with venerate thoughts
Of a journey long taken by soldiers and sycophants
Anticipating a frame to explain the gravely residents
An empty stone awaits the gracious terminal account
Of a journey long taken by soldiers and sycophants
And those who survived differently but died tantamount
An empty stone awaits the gracious terminal account
About an immortal battle that persists a war of sabotage
And those who survived differently but died tantamount
For they are our freedom from this absurd civil barrage
About an immortal battle that persists a war of sabotage
Gratitude is given to the cowards and the brave alike
For they are our freedom from this absurd civil barrage
Now dignity doused in tribute forever bleeds ghostlike
Gratitude is given to the cowards and the brave alike
To offer considerable homage with venerate thoughts
Now dignity doused in tribute forever bleeds ghostlike
And the cemetery is sculpted by freshly lain plots
5/17/2016
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
I loved a woman who loved two men.
She consumed me from the inside.
There are times I remember back then.
When she chose him it hurt my pride.
She consumed me from the inside.
I thought about her night and day.
When she chose him it hurt my pride.
It took all my courage to walk away.
I thought about her night and day.
A strange obsession that consumed my mind.
It took all my courage to walk away.
She baptized me in a love that made me blind.
A strange obsession that consumed my mind.
I deserved more than she was able to give.
She baptized me in a love that made me blind.
Now that the chains are gone I'm able to live.
I deserved more than she was able to give.
My moral compass helped me find the way.
Now the chains are gone I'm able to live.
Although she was amazing I could not be her slave.
My moral compass helped me find the way.
There are times I remember back then.
Although she was amazing I could not be her slave.
I loved a woman who loved two men.
Hi Debbie, I gave it a try. I like my other poem so
I am leaving that one as it was. Thanks for making
me think about the form.
Content inspired by Sarai Romani's poem "Morality is War"