#pantoum

[sdbea]

Stolen

I steal little pieces of you

give little pieces of me to you

if we keep on, how long will it be before

you become me and I become you

give little pieces of me to you

hold hands to lift each other up

you become me and I become you

hold hands to tear each other down

hold hands to lift each other up

move in circles, forwards and backwards

hold hands to tear each other down

with you, behind you, not you, besides you

move in circles, forwards and backwards

we write poetry that buffers

with you, behind you, not you, besides you

never finished, always aching for commas

we write poetry that buffers

If we keep on, how long will it be before

never finished, always aching for commas

I steal little pieces of you

s.d.bea

#poetry #poem #pantoum #sdbea

[cobaltsoulsearcher]

Like Orpheus — Pantoum

She with her heart of graves

Snakeskin feet and loving hunger

He looks back and we away

Hope is an ignorant lover

Snakeskin feet and loving hunger

Flowers feed and seasons fade

Hope is an ignorant lover

That builds for her a heartworn glade

Flowers feed and seasons fade

He with his notes of flowers

That builds for her a heartworn glade

Passing lovesick beneath steel towers

He with his notes of flowers

She with her heart of graves

Passing lovesick beneath steel towers

He looks back and we away

#poem #poetry #original poem #hadestown #Eurydice #Orpheus #Greek mythology #Pantoum

[definegodliness]

3-5-2022, “... a pantoum.”

#writerscreedchallenge #poetry #spilled ink #dark academia #poem #pantoum #fixed verse #emotion #writers on tumblr #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #words #alt lit #spilled thoughts #writeblr

[drunk-on-writing]

“As for my body, I am currently not at war with it” -Ellen Hagan & Renee Watson (a pantoum)

i never thought i’d get here a ceasefire has been called and though i fear it may be temporary my body is not my enemy today

a ceasefire has been called i no longer have to fight my body is not my enemy today i can breathe in my own skin again

i no longer have to fight and though i fear it may be temporary i can breathe in my own skin again i never thought i’d get here

(cc, 2023)

#my writing #pantoum #poet #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #neda week #ed recovery #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscreed

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Wandering with my sheep, I sought out the light. They know not my name, nor who I have condemned to death. I retreat into my cloak, a shield from the heavenly night, one with all its stars, but also its stealth. They know not my name, nor whom I have condemned to death; the old gods lost the war to maidens born anew. Won with all its stars, but also its stealth, they seek to take old seeds and have them face the dew. The old gods lost the war to maidens born anew, but I only would fight for one to be mine. They seek to take old seeds and have them face the dew; I only wait for the roses and the sun to shine.

Yet I understand not where the sheep may graze; they follow me like children, yearning for doom. I toast to their safety, but I balance in a maze, one which rewards not vigilance, but a sense of gloom. They follow me like children, yearning for doom, but I wish I could take them into my bosom, so they may feast. One rewards not vigilance, but a sense of gloom, but I ignore my pulse and keep aiming for the east. I wish I could take them into my bosom, so they may feast, like those at a wedding, when the stars eclipse. But I ignore my pulse and keep aiming for the east, where the dawn may rise and I could graze her lips. Like those at a wedding, when the stars eclipse, under a waning moon, I wait for her. The dawn may rise and I could graze her lips, only for me to get tied to an anchor.

The dew cuts through, but only after the sheep cried. only under a broad-leaf forest will I meet my bride. --Elda Mengisto

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #pantoum #new mythologies #journey #sheperd #sheep #bride #folklore #writingthestorm #poeticstories

[cruxymox]

#writerscreedchallenge #pantoum #poetry #poem

[campgender]

New Kitchen Triptych by mac wilder @campgender / image description in reblogs

#poetry #queer poetry #posts on tumblr #pantoum #villanelle #food mention #ok to reblog <3 #mac writes

[poem-today]

A poem by Linda Pastan (RIP)

Something about the Trees

I remember what my father told me: There is an age when you are most yourself. He was just past fifty then, Was it something about the trees that made him speak?

There is an age when you are most yourself. I know more now than I did once. Was it something about the trees that made him speak? Only a single leaf had turned so far.

I know more than I did once. I used to think he'd always be the surgeon. Only a single leaf had turned so far. Even his body kept its secrets.

I used to think he'd always be the surgeon, My mother was the perfect surgeon's wife. Even his body kept its secrets. I thought they both would live forever.

My mother was the perfect surgeon's wife, I still can see her face at thirty. I thought they both would live forever, I thought I'd always be their child.

I still can see her face at thirty. When will I be most myself? I thought I'd always be their child. In my sleep it's never winter.

When will I be most myself? I remember what my father told me. In my sleep it's never winter. He was just past fifty then.

Linda Pastan (1932-2023)

Linda Pastan died recently. RIP.

Image: Jayce Barr Photography

#linda pastan #american poetry #something about the trees #jayce barr #pantoum

[wayward-birdie]

Rest now, Beloved; the wild rose is still in bloom. Its beauty shines for you alone. The wild rose is still, frozen in fresh snow that shines for you alone. Red upon a blanket of white. Frozen in fresh snow. That one last rose remains red upon a blanket of white. Wilting in the cold. One last rose remains in bloom, its beauty wilting in the cold. Rest now. Be loved.

-wayward-birdie

#pantoum #poetry #poem #writerscreed #spilled ink #poems by birdie

[fangtastic-bastard]

Trans Pantoum

I am that which I create I am possibility wrapped in dreams of love and fate reality called fantasy

I am possibility heart aflame with artist’s zeal reality called fantasy I cannot stretch what they feel

heart aflame with artist’s zeal I create livable self I cannot stretch what they feel to fit me in like a book shelf

I create livable self wrapped in dreams of love and fate to fit me in like a book shelf I am that which I create

#pantoums #pantoum #poetry #trans poetry #trans poet #poets of tumblr #poetryblr #my work #my poem

[love-shall-not]

Pantoum For The Modern Age

Dreams arrive from across the ether

They catch my breath in a vice like grip

Pearls of wisdom from a faceless teacher

Crisp and sharp as a the crack of a whip

They catch my breath in a vice like grip

With new found knowledge for me to learn

Crisp and sharp as the crack of a whip

To discover more I dearly yearn

With new found knowledge for me to learn

To become aware of another’s soul

To discover more I dearly yearn

A furtive glimpse through a small keyhole

To become aware of another’s soul

Dreams arrive from across the ether

To discover more I dearly yearn

Pearls of wisdom from a faceless teacher

By @the-man-in-the-wind

#my poetry #fountain pen #Narvhalur #Schuylkill #Marlin Blue #pantoum

[taylorbyas1]

One of my favorite poems (if not THEE favorite poem) from my first chapbook bby, BLOODWARM ❤️

#poetry #pantoum #form #creative writing #spilled ink #poems on tumblr #chapbook #Bloodwarm #Taylor Byas #racism

[amorecrea]

Imperfect Pantoum with name art

1) white bird, mother bird 2) a symbol through time 3) the young ones to nurture to their prime 4) black bird, father bird 2) a symbol through time 5) the domestic flower grows a full bloom 6) with a green leaf beside 7) changed with time, mother bird, be on guard 8) alone your young lie exposed 3) the young ones to nurture to their prime 9) a wild grass grows. 4) black bird, father…

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#Art #autism #autistic #consraint #neurodiverse #Pantoum #poetry #wopoli

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

Amour aveugle

En amour, il n’est pas de rencontre, il n’y a que des retrouvailles

De coup de cœur en l’occurrence  De coin de l’œil en coïncidence De point aveugle en double vue Je te vois, je te veux. Bévue !

De coin de l’œil en coïncidence D’un amour qui se recommence : Je te vois, je te veux. Bévue Et jeu d’avenir dépourvu

D’un amour qui se recommence, Éternité, réminiscence Et jeu d’avenir dépourvu, Nécessité même, imprévue

Éternité, réminiscence De retrouver l’autre en confiance. Nécessité, même imprévue Mais cécité aime en revue.

De retrouver l’autre en confiance De coup, de cœur en l’occurrence, Mais cécité aime en revue De point aveugle en double vue.

- Fabienne PASSAMENT. 2022

Illustration : René GRUAU pour Dior. 1960

#poesie #pantoum #poètes sur tumblr

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--prompt from @nosebleedclub "not a lot to give" (11 October)

You know a wounded heart when it bleeds; it feeds clovers as well as the tulips we grew. Its flesh shrivels as its veins turn into weeds, and our secret garden blooms anew. It feeds clovers as well as the tulips we grew, but now, you take the seeds and let them scatter to the wind, with not a lot to give as they blew in another land. Which city? It doesn't matter. But now, you take the seeds and let them scatter, hoping the pigeons would become your friends in another land. Which city? It doesn't matter, because all hearts are means to golden ends, hoping the pigeons would become your friends who would attend to all your extravagant needs. Because all hearts are means to golden ends, you know a wounded heart when it bleeds. --Elda Mengisto

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #pantoum #toxic relationship #heart #inheritance #garden #flowers #seeds

[stained-glass-salamander]

Veronika, there's something

I've never dared to tell you

remember, under the spring's chestnut tree

our first embrace

I've never dared to tell you

your touch set me ablaze

our first embrace...

reality shook and fell apart

your touch set me ablaze

your heartbeat against mine

reality shook and fell, apart

from your presence

your heartbeat against mine

long gone, I felt you on my shoulder, hungover

from your presence.

Farewell, my first - chestnuts are blooming again

#writerscreedchallenge #pantoum #poem #poetry #love poem #spilled emotions #poems on tumblr #my poetry #dedicated to my first girl crush and an innocent hug that turned my world upside down #I'm glad I found out through your touch Veronika even though we were not meant to ever be together #one day chestnut trees will bloom again for me - I know that much #ah spring - what a time to be bisexual