Pantoum Stories

"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then the poetry side of the Watty's contest and I have since kept it current with odds and ends. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones

"Princeling, child of forest fair, seek the star in dragon's lair," said the witch with ragged hair. So the Princeling journeyed forth and far, and found a dragon with scales of tar, and cut its head and stole its star. Said the star, "I am freed by thee. I will show you mercy and let you flee, for I am a curse, once trapped, now free." And the Princeling knelt by the dragon's head, the Princeling wept and the dragon bled, a bitter tear on a dragon dead. - from To Kill a King

I've had to write a bunch of stories in English class and in my Creative Writing Class, and I've decided to transfer them here. Enjoy!

I present you my words, meticulously strung together, They all started with a blank, a lonely piece of paper, Now my notebook is full, now it's flooded with letters, But if you ask what they mean, I still need to decipher. -- Angeldrb 01. Limerick: Oops! 02. Haiku: Tropical Storm 03. Nonet: Long Night 04. Roundel: Silent Cries 05. Villanelle: Look at Me 06. Shape Poetry: Drop 07. Pantoum: Oh, Those Nights! 08. Palindrome: Fear 09. Elegy in Free Verse: The Cliff 10. Double Etheree: Naked

This is the bits and pieces that have fallen out of my head. Sometimes rhyming, sometimes rhythmic, and always with a bit of tongue in cheek.

A plethora of stories and poems written by Kasano aka Y.Kasanova

One phone called changed her life again, now feeling like she's stuck in a world on her own, she must survive. Home after home she just never felt as if she belonged, when will it all end?

Poetry sings the soul. It strums the heartstrings, enlivening. Inspiring. The poems within are a symphony of the soul, the music of my heart. There are serious poems, the solemn chords of cello and violin. There are happy poems, the carefree trill of flutes. There are calming poems, the steady beat of the guiding drum. There are energising poems, the frenetic blend of rattle, drum, tambourine. Come, let the music within guide you, soothe you, inspire you.

A short pantoum poem, inspired by true events.

Formerly called I've Been Dreaming: a collection of poems A collection of my poems, many of which are anti love. Some are old while some are new. Many were written for a creative writing class. I have put little notes of how a poem came to be on each one. I just want everyone to know inspiration can come from anywhere.

A collection of poems about love. Sometimes love is beautiful, but sometimes it burns to bright and leaves you burned. And worst of all, sometimes it isn't there any more.

I haven't had much inspiration for a new fanfic, so I figured I would add the poems I wrote in my creative writing course 💜

A simple poem for a tragic time

A play of word From my world That was a rhyme From my time...

"Write Upon My Stone" has turned into a collection of my poems about death, and other of my poems with dark themes. I will be adding to this collection with both new and older poems with those themes. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith (aka Cotton Jones).

just a silly little pantoum