Pantoums with South Loop Poetry Club

For the past two weeks at South Loop Poetry Club, our poets have been working hard to write pantoums! I shared an example of a pantoum I wrote, and explained the pattern of repeating lines. Even with such a perplex form, all of our poets were ready to give it a shot. After writing our own original pantoums, we even paired up to write some collaborative poems. We have so much work we’ll be dividing it into two blog posts! Please enjoy these fantastic pantoums from our poets!

South Loop Poetry Club

A time in a city

By George and Mia

The traffic in the street rings in my ears

The people talking

People on the sidewalk singing

It’s snowing

Finally it is a white Christmas

The big tree being decorated

It’s snowing

The smell of cookies

The big tree being decorated

The starry night

The smell of cookies

The stocking being hanged up

The starry night

People on the sidewalk singing

The stockings being hanged up

The traffic in the street rings in my ears

Yes

By Cole C.

A yes

Be a yes

Ceiling is full of yes

Doom over saying yes

Be a yes

Eee yes

Doom over yes

Flowering over yes

Eeeyes

Geee that’s a yes

Ceiling is full of yes

He says yes

Geee that’s a yes

Ceiling is full of yes

He says yes

A yes

s_h_i_p_s

By Zachary G.

Cruisers, destroyers, carriers, battle

Torpedoes, shells flying through water and air

Shells hitting the ships blowing them through the air

Then I see it, the shell

Torpedoes flying through the water

Boom, Boom, our torpedoes hit

Then I see it, the shell

We get hit water rushes in

“Boom, Boom,” our shells hit

Ratatatata antiaircraft puts the fourth of July in the sky

We hit ’em, they crash into the water

Boom, chug, chug, BLAM a plane goes down

Ratatata antiaircraft fire puts the fourth of July in the sky

Shells hitting the ships blowing

Boom, blam, blam a plane blows up

Cruisers, destroyers, carriers, battleships

The End

they all lived happily ever after

Oliver

By Morgan F.

He is kind and funny and always cracks me up

He is cool he is nice and never lies

He is unknown to people but not all

The world should get to know him

He is cool he is nice and never lies

He is a great friend

The world should get to know him

Always has my back

He is a great friend

If I fall he has my back

Always has my back

He is Oliver!

If I fall he helps me up

He is unknown to people but not all

He is Oliver

He is kind and funny and always cracks

me up.

the end!

Morgan

By Oliver G.

Oceans in your eyes

Rivers in your hand

Take away the sand

Morgan

Rivers in your hand

Fish make the spots on your dress

Morgan

Waterfalls of hair

Fish make the spots on your dress

Sunset smile on glistening water

Waterfalls of hair

Morgan you let me fly!

Sunset smile on glistening water

Take away the sand

Morgan you let me fly!

Oceans in your eyes

The End

By Navi R.

The suspense builds up

You feel someone watching

Your breathing gets heavy

Your body is overwhelmed

You feel someone’s presence

Is this the end?

Your body is scared

Your brain hurts

Is my life over?

Something bad is soon going to happen

Your brain throbs

You black out

Something bad is approaching soon

Your breathing stops

You say goodbye

The suspense builds up higher

Untitled

By Annabel

I get my blades on

I go outside

The air feels warm

I take a breath.

I go outside of the patio

I stay steady

I take another breath.

I start to fall but slowly get up

“Still steady” I say

My mom getting ahead of me

I slowly fall again but get up.

I feel free

My mom waiting for me.

The air feels warmer than before

I feel The End coming soon

I get my blades off.

The fallen loop of an egg

By Mia P.

Cupping an egg in my hands

Walking across the floor

Dirt gets between the bottom of my shoes

I hear a sound and walk around

Walking across the floor

I get entranced by the view

I hear a sound and dance around

I get too lost

I get entranced by the movements

My hands loosen up

I get too focused

The egg falls

My hands loosen once more

Dirt turns in the cracks of my shoes

The egg falls

I cup an egg in my hands.

The last stand

By George

The guns firing

The cruiser sailing

The ship sinking

The torpedoes in the water

The cruiser firing

The big BOOM

The torpedoes in the water again

Water splashes

The big BOOM

planes in the air

water splasher

The bomb hits

more planes in the air

more ships sinking

more bombs hit

The last gun fires.

Acorns

By Whitman G.

Acorns in your dreams

Hazel, brown, beautiful

Full of nature

Small, round, interesting

Hazel, brown, beautiful

Squirrels favorite snack

Small, round, interesting

Came from a tree

Squirrels favorite snack

Smells like heaven

Came from a tree

Unique in its own way

Smells like heaven

Full of nature

Unique in its own way

Acorns in your dreams

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