Pantoums Poems - Poems about Pantoums

...A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem I ran out of time to post my lines. So, as I compose I hold my nose. Acrid alliteratives, malodorous odes, musty ......

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...I can’t believe I thought that there’d be no darkness when it’s dawn, I’ll be your queen of hearts, even if the cosmos did crack, ‘forever’ exists as an unseen reality, and the sun will always spr......

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...sometimes I sing antique anthems, of the nights I was confined within a bottle of diamond tears, wept woefully from the widest sky that held kaleidoscopic stars~ amidst festooned f......

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... When heinous fangs of life drain the amethyst glow flowing above infected ripples of time, I question the chaos that claims serenity through saline serenade of sirens, composed ......

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...When nylon nights trade crystal colours in the stalls of nimble butterfly wings, I blossom as an irenic origami fervently fabricated with snowflakes of greedy gloom, stealing royal v......

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...Sometimes, sailing in ebony blades of saturnine seas brings forth a forsaken froth of scarred reveries, when musk-ochre tints of sunshine cease to slice through solemn scarlet skies and ......

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...She's untouched fruit from forbidden orchards barren and wrinkled with fragmented twigs, whirling to the beat of melancholic musings of black-winged butterflies that croon and reflect the t......

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...I wrote a limerick last night, And dreading that no reader laughed, I sulk and feel compelled to write What lures me to this poet-craft. And dreading that no reader laughed, I'll jot this pant......

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...Lewis Milton Hankins or LM for short when I call him Always writes poems amazingly in any form and theme He’s an excellent poet, author and prolific writer A man of God, as reflected in hi......

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...I wrote a limerick last night, And dreading that no reader laughed, I sulk and feel compelled to write What lures me to this poet-craft. And dreading that no reader laughed, I'll jot this pant......

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... "White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" underneath the static what exists is never seen nor heard for what it truly is the eyes and mind retaliate in the ......

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... “Forever” When The Terrors came, The Uncontrollable Ones, she closed her eyes and listened for the notes her mother had planted amongst the deep blues, beds of Forg......

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...Poets pen Personifications, Pantoums, plus Prose Providing prepositions, present participles prettily pose Patiently presenting parodies Portraying powerful persuasive possibilities Painting ......

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...As dusk's misty tones awake from silence, darkness fades, as birds gather to rejoice. A beautiful reminder of patience, their sweet melodies give nature her voice. Darkness fades, as bi......

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...Remember when we were young, you and I Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches We'd put on the charm when it came to mom Bit of boyish mischief w......

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