#pantoum poems on Hello Poetry

Mike Porter Oct 2016

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Pantoum

#rhyme #pantoum

Ash Slade Sep 2016

On an autumn night, I gazed out my window,
    fixing my sight on a star stenciled abyss-
wondering if prayers flew, how high they'd go
    or if they could even reach loved ones I miss.

Fixing my sight on a star stenciled abyss-
    Searching night's stillness, seeking answers,
or even if they could reach loved ones I miss.
    Lights sparkling, are twilight's angel dancers.

Searching night's stillness, seeking answers,
      wondering if prayers flew, how high they'd go.
Lights sparkling, are twilight's angel dancers.
      On an autumn night, I gazed out my window

A Pantoum.

I challenge anyone who looks at this poem to two things.

First, leave a comment. It can be good, bad, constructive, whatever...Just offer something.

Second, attempt to write a Pantoum and share it on your profile and send me a link.

How To Write One
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pantoum.html

#pantoum

James Gable Jun 2016

In Unison

The audience, silent, took a breath in unison
Included in the orchestra was every instrument imaginable
Banhus and Gadulkas played folk and polkas
The brutish brass, bodyguards and protectors of stringed melodies

Included in the orchestra was every instrument imaginable
A concert harp, plucked by fingers long, smooth and sharp
The brutish brass, bodyguards and protectors of the woodwind class
Saxophones provided a melancholy lilt, the timp was traditionally built

A concert harp, stroked by running fingers, smooth and sharp
Every sharp and flat note was passed through the throaty reeds of oboes
Saxophones reminiscent of ‘jive’, the timp in its size had nowhere to hide
This exhibition of musical traditions played late into evening with no intermissions

Every sharp and flat note accounted for, motifs carried whispers of folklore
Banhus and Gadulkas, swapped stories with bassoons and bagpipes
The exhibition had finished, piano keys rested, every note has its operatic death

The audience, silent, took a breath in unison

#breath #attempt #infinite #orchestra #pantoum #instruments #unison

Paul Hansford May 2016

Pantoum -- "I hate pantoums . . ."

(I don't really hate pantoums, but once, when I wrote about the rules for repeating forms like pantoums and villanelles, one girl commented "I hate pantoums and villanelles. I guess I get bored easily." But this only provoked me to write a Pantoum using her words, just a little edited.)

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I hate pantoums and villanelles
because I'm very easily bored
when a poem goes on and on, and tells
the things that have been said before.

Because I'm very easily bored,
I get impatient for lots of stuff.
The things that have been said before
don't need repeating. Once is enough.

I get impatient, for lots of stuff
I get to hear throughout the day
don't need repeating. Once is enough
to understand what you have to say.

I get to hear throughout the day
the same old news again and again.
To understand what you have to say
should not be hard. Intelligent men

and women don't need those extra lines
when a poem goes on and on, and tells
what it's said before, too many times.
I hate pantoums – and villanelles!

#villanelle #pantoum

S S May 2016

Raindrops

Poor tip-ity tap-ity raindrops
Mapping out uncharted fields
Crystal buds take shape and flop
Cruising down my windshield

Mapping out uncharted fields
Drops stumble, slide, glide into place
Cruising down my windshield
Dance to their own song, own pace

Drops stumble, slide, glide into place
While shimmering red turns to green
Dance to their own song, own pace
Brash wipers erase this playful scene

While shimmering red turns to green
Crystal buds take shape and flop
Brash wipers erase this playful scene
Poor tip-ity tap-ity raindrops.

Waiting at the lights on a rainy day.

First attempt at a pantoum: lines 1234, 2546, 5768, 7381.

#pantoum

Matthew Hernandez Apr 2016

Pantoum

The pantoum is the poet's task.
It twists the mind, that rhyming test.
I'm left with a strong need to ask,
is there a method you'd suggest?

It twists the mind, that rhyming test.
Rewrites add wrinkles to my brain.
Is there a method you'd suggest
to keep me from going insane?

Rewrites add wrinkles to my brain
as I struggle to end my phrase.
to keep me from going insane,
could you offer a little praise?

As I struggle to end my phrase,
I'm left with a strong need to ask,
could you offer a little praise?
The pantoum is the poet's task!

A friend challenged me to write a pantoum. I found it difficult. Please let me know what you think.

#pantoum

Farosty Jul 2015

یاد . remember

It exists no more
Lost in time
Memories, how they fade

I’m in yours
Mine is lost
It exists no more

No blacks, no whites, just grays
Shouting to be heard
Memories, how they fade

Pictures torn
Letters burned
It exists no more

Past set ablaze
Frozen forever
Memories, how they fade

Shut the door
Knocks the same day
It exists no more
Memories, how they fade

#love #poem #loss #memories #lost #remember #imagery #memory #pantoum #farosty

Phil Lindsey Jun 2015

The Lighthouse Keeper

The keeper of illumination
Aye, the keeper of the light
Safety first, his fascination
Dusk to evening through the night.

Aye, the keeper of the light,
Every season, every day
Dusk to evening, through the night
He tends the beacon, shows the way.

Every season, every day
Climbs thirteen flights of thirteen stairs
He tends the beacon, shows the way
The Fresnel lantern he prepares.

Climbs thirteen flights of thirteen stairs
Skyward, toward the landing high
The Fresnel lantern he prepares
Lighthouse beacon must not die.

Skyward, toward the landing high
Strike the match, produce the spark
Lighthouse beacon must not die.
Guides ships safely through the dark.

Strike the match, produce the spark
Safety first, his fascination
Guides ships safely through the dark
The keeper of illumination.
Phil Lindsey 6/25/15

My first attempt at 'pantoum'. Please help, criticism welcome! :-) We visited a lighthouse on Hunting Island (South Carolina) yesterday. Great day, fascinating lighthouse!

#keeper #pantoum #lighthouse

PrttyBrd May 2010

Chasing Rainbows Out of Time (a pantoum)

Chasing rainbows out of time
There is not room to pause
Hesitate and be left behind
Reluctance be the cause

There is not room to pause
When running after dreams
Reluctance be the cause
All is not as it seems

When running after dreams
The world can speed right passed
All is not as it seems
Can dreams be made to last?

The world can speed right passed
With a dream just out of reach
Can dreams be made to last?
Is there a price to pay for each?

With a dream just out of reach
The focus can be intense
Is there a price to pay for each?
Can the cost be too immense?

The focus can be intense
Yet, it can slip right through your fingers
Can the cost be too immense
When the pain from failure lingers?

Yet, it can slip right through your fingers
Through fists clenched with all your might
When the pain from failure lingers
Don't hold the past too tight

Through fists clenched with all your might
You cannot feel the world around you
Don't hold the past too tight
You will find that it has bound you

You cannot feel the world around you
Hesitate and be left behind
You will find that it has bound you
Chasing rainbows out of time

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#pantoum

Danielle Shorr May 2015

14 Days

It is Tuesday again and he loves a girl who isn't me.
In 14 days I will have survived another year.
It has been about a week since he hasn't responded.
I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks this heavily.

In 14 days I will have survived another year.
I pour my heart into an unopened bottle of wine.
I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks this heavily.
Half of my bed is on the floor, sheets included.

I pour my heart into an unopened bottle of wine.
It has been about a week since he hasn't responded.
Half of my bed is on the floor, sheets included.
It is Tuesday again and he loves a girl who isn't me.

#pantoum