Pantoum

8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Devils On The Road
Devils on the road Can’t go my home Do you know anyone? Who can help me now Oh Devils I need help Where are you where are you Oh Evils I need help Where are you where are you Street are quiet nowadays Because no come outside I don’t know the reason Maybe Devil's knows it Oh Devils I need help Where are you where are you Oh Evils I need help Where are you where are you
By Rahul Roaring RCabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Scars to your beauty
What magnitude of pain can hurt? What is the measuring capacity of the human heart to bear, to accumulate in its precipice before it finally seeks redemption, before it concludes to itself no more? How ironic and disbarring it is to moan about the loss of someone after their demise after they bury themselves on the deathbed or even more unbearing when they bury themselves in their essence. If they bury themselves in their breaths, they break their souls, they pierce their hearts and shed every ounce of their aching identity that constitutes their trace.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Lingering
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Follow?
The hot searing sting of heartbreak on my cheeks the hurt that you refuse to hear the ache that you refuse to own
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Beach Dreams
Introduction This was a request from a wonderful Vocal friend of mine. I have decided to use my pantoum form, and hope the relaxation washes over you.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Money
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Old Friend
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Fairy's Wisdom
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets