Pantoum

I remember talking of life and love
I remember talking of life and love nothing special, nothing new before the world tipped no panic no life flashing before my eyes
By Maggie 5 months ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Poets
The Fifty Two Agents Of Fortune
Introduction Apparently, someone described a pack of cards as fifty-two agents of fortune, which the Blue Öyster Cult appropriated for their breakthrough album title.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Knocked Twice
The Man Who Knocked Twice They said a man once lived alone in the house at the end of the lane. A locksmith by trade, though not the kind who worked for neighbours.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
POEM - Cost Of Good Intentions
In halls of light where virtue grows, Intentions bloom like bright red rose, Yet buried deep beneath their shade, Lie seeds of cost we never weighed.
By Jacky Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
The bathroom. Content Warning.
Enter with your left foot, then your right. The bathroom is the place where evil spirits linger. Recite the dua for protection.
By RANIA OMAR5 months ago in Poets
When Lammas Comes To Avalon
Introduction This is my fifty-sixth piece, a pantoum, inspired by Angie's wonderful work. This is an explanation of Lammas
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Soul Searching
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Just Three Little Rules
Just Three Little Rules I live my life by three small rules not carved in stone or taught in schools no wisdom book, no holy text
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
The Ship That Sails To The Bottom Of The Sea
The Ship That Sails To The Bottom Of The Sea They laughed when we climbed the rusted plank, barnacles biting at every blank
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets