Pantoum
1939
Introduction While going through Vocal's Poetry tags for some reason. Pantoum caught my eye. I thought I would investigate it and the second result is below.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhispers of Wealth
Amidst the hustle of the city streets, Banknotes flutter in the air like confetti. Coins clink in pockets, a symphony of wealth,
Arief FakhrizaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBelief is the elixir of dreams
Belief is the elixir of dreams, In the shadow of looms, Bathing in faith is embracing ethereal serenity, Leading you with inscrutable intuition,
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDoctor Bird on a Winter's Day
I owe that Doctor Bird an apology. Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails. Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.
Randy BakerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Feast
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Lost Unicorn
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Last of Us
I see you for what you are The magic you hide from the world A magic that only those pure of heart can see You try to hide it
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSelf-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPurple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIt’s Not About the Money
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMy Happy Little Tree
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsShips Lost at Sea
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Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in Poets