Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Write a winter Pantoum.
A pantoum is a poem where each stanza is 4 lines, and the second and fourth line of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. As this creates a lot of repetition, try to pick a winter theme that would benefit from emphasis of certain lines.
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Soft snow parries cold dead earth
Weaves a blanket spotless, clean
Swallows up the bone and birth
Not a speck nor stone is seen
Weaves a blanket spotless, clean
Hides away the flesh still warm
Not a speck nor stone is seen
There’s no evidence; no harm
Hides away the flesh still warm
Swallows up the begging screams
There’s no evidence; no harm
No more sleep, eyelids; no dreams
Swallo...
Walking through those many people I saw
You standing all alone on this fine eve
I could not help myself, for what I saw
A girl most beautiful like none I’ve seen.
You, standing all alone on this fine eve
Your velvet coat a shield from all around
A girl most beautiful like none I’ve seen
Can’t spend an eve like this with naught but sound.
Your velvet coat a shield from all around,
You stood the...
I button my coat before the front door
Your breath warms the back of my neck
As we walk out into the cold air
Your hand finds a home in mine.
Your breath warms the back of my neck
As I align my steps with yours
Your hand finds a home in mine
Softly I smile at your side.
As I align my steps with yours
I see thousands of New Years’ lights
Softly I smile at your side
I lean against you and hold you...
Last season of a year,
Blue sky and shining snow,
Dream about it long ago,
Pine trees plum bossom ever beautiful.
Blue sky and shining snow,
Earth covered in bright white,
Pine trees plum bossom ever beautiful,
Lives in the forest fall asleep.
Earth covered in bright white,
Amazing nature’s masterpiece,
Lives in the forest fall asleep,
Sharp cold wind blowing through air.
Amazing nature’s maste...
A wild soul, in the middle of chaos yet tranquil.
A heart torn into pieces could be amended, however
would lose shape, A mental blade turned a blood
flowing heart into pieces of paper. Pieces of broken
metals on motion under the hurricane, masks and
scarecrows , all this happened in a red dark
circumference, clouded with rough sounds from red
souls. Pain and hella sorrows, a tribe known for d...
In winter's embrace, the world turns to ice,
A frozen canvas, glistening and pure,
As snowflakes dance, each one a unique device,
Nature's artistry, serene and demure.
A frozen canvas, glistening and pure,
The landscape transformed, a winter wonderland,
Nature's artistry, serene and demure,
A magical realm, crafted by nature's hand.
The landscape transformed, a winter wonderland,
Trees adorned w...
If only I had no fear
To set free my desire
This winter that’s always near
I would’ve set it on fire
To set free my desire
For winter to leave my shelf
I would’ve set it on fire
But I’m the fire myself
For winter to leave my shelf
I could’ve washed it away
But I’m the fire myself
I would be gone anyway
I could’ve washed it away
Or maybe there’s nothing I can do
I would be gone anyway
...
The sun sets earlier,
It's cold and dark.
You feel as though the world is grey and black,
The gloominess of winter is back.
It's cold and dark,
The sadness returns,
The gloominess of winter is back.
You have to learn to be wise.
The sadness returns,
All you can hear are people's silent yearns.
The gloominess of winter is back,
Lay in bed and try to ease.
All you can hear are people's silent y...
Her kiss, oh so soft and sweet,
Like a gentle breeze on a summer's seat,
It leaves me breathless, weak in the knees,
My heart races, my soul at ease.
Her hug, so warm and tight,
Like a blanket on a cold winter's night,
It wraps me in its loving embrace,
And chases all my fears away.
Her hands, so delicate and fine,
Like a work of art, a masterpiece divine,
They caress me with grace and care,
And m...
Hills of white are painted,
Of wilted leaves and dried spruce.
A nip of cold bites gently
As the frigid breeze continues.
Of wilted leaves and dried spruce,
A magic is born.
As the frigid breeze continues,
The warmth we will mourn.
A magic is born,
Without ache of the sun.
The warmth we will mourn,
But the miracle is not done....
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The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.
Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.