Pantoum Poems | Pantoum Examples

New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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Whining, is age appropriate, With wrinkles - both newborns and aged. Boo-hoos - in cradle; before grave. The old straitened; babes’ swaddled. With wrinkles, both newborns and aged, They are bathed, despoiled, and diapered. The old straitened; babes’ swaddled. Rock and roll lullabies, falling. They are bathed, despoiled, and diapered. Boo-hoos - in cradle, before grave. Rock and roll lullabies, falling. Whining is age-appropriate....

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Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough. Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness. Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing. Counting the black sheep - times not slowing. Fountain of sea, deep in darkness. Coarse keys, ivory black, musing. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Resist of playful sounds - thirsting. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and...

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The moments slip like sand through open hands, A fragile beauty that we cannot hold. We chase the echoes in these shifting lands, A story whispered as the years unfold. A fragile beauty that we cannot hold, The shadows lengthen as the day descends. A story whispered as the years unfold, We search for meaning where the journey ends. The shadows lengthen as...

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The dreams we held like stars within the night, A fading glimmer as the dawn appears. We search for pathways bathed in absent light, A silent longing through the passing years. A fading glimmer as the dawn appears, The empty spaces where our hopes once grew. A silent longing through the passing years, We trace the shadows of what we once knew. The...

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The heart is a field after rain ravages it, flooded with drops and completely spent. Maybe just maybe something will grow, a remedy lets this fractured soul bloom. Flooded with drops and completely spent, there’s still time for a spiritual revival. A remedy lets this fractured soul bloom, is there anything that love can’t do? There’s still time for a spiritual revival, you cannot...

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Twilight whispers behind the blinds; I barely see, but I believe, In the ruby and orange rinds, Moon blossoms of midsummer eve. I barely see, but I believe In the twinkling star diamonds, Moon blossoms of midsummer eve. Romantic ebon-sky widens. In the twinkling star diamonds, Circling like a halo above, Romantic ebon sky widens; Where there’s darkness, a lunar dove. Circling like a halo above, Juiciness of...

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In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye at the last trumpet: for the trumpet shall blow, and the dead shall be raised up incorruptible, and we shall be changed. —1 Cor 15:52 To Friendly Face and Open Door Spring of daffodils and time change, of snowy Bradford pears and I, to friendly face and open door; ecstatic at the doctored lift.* Of...

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How lovely it was to romp on the grass, How easy it was to make friends with her. I saw her in a car a comely lass, But their red car sped on in quite a blur. How easy it was to make friends with her. I barked at my master to make him speed. But their red car sped...

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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...

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Soaked by a spectacular spindrift, liminal lingering leaves me locked up; My eyes, a glass covered in sea salt; Warm spray masquerades the rim. Liminal lingering leaves me locked up, waiting on tempestuous mavericks; Warm spray masquerades the rim, sprinkles intrude and steal the sip. Waiting on tempestuous mavericks to deepen this dance of distraction; Sprinkles intrude and steal the sip stifling the potency of...

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Honeysuckle, Honeybunches, Sweet scented, my perfume near you. Butterfly, how funny lunch is. Our sky, and dressing, cheese, is blue. Sweet scented, my perfume near you. The flowers are honey-buzzing. Our sky, and dressing, cheese, is blue. The kirsch wine and I are blushing. The flowers, are honey-buzzing, Near our tartan blanket, cherry. The kirsch wine and I are blushing. With cheek’s peck, our picnic, merry. Near...

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Plantar Ice The snow, deliciously stabbing. This treat for bare feet, astounding. Tap-tap, my attention grabbing. Lost mind, all reason confounding. This treat for bare feet, astounding, as by leaps, a senseless lesson. Lost mind, all reason confounding. Plantar ice, I bind my stress in. As by leaps, a senseless lesson, cruel picks chipping the sole martyr. Plantar ice, I bind my stress in. Sans shoes?...

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A flickering lamp, truth's fragile light, In shadowed halls, where whispers reside, Like ancient oaks, we weather the night, Our loyal hearts, where trust does abide. In shadowed halls, where whispers reside, A fortress built of whispered, shared vows, Our loyal hearts, where trust does abide, A silent promise, time still allows. A fortress built of whispered, shared vows, A compass needle, pointing always...

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You and I You and I together working as a team. Over rugged mountains, across raging streams. Working as a team through dark valleys of despair. Across raging streams, life’s bridges we repair. Through dark valleys of despair our love light shines the way. Life’s bridges we repair, so, they permanently can stay. Our life light shines the way, for our hopes, joys, dreams and sorrows. So, they permanently can...

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