Villanelle

Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Villanelle of a broken heart…
The love I felt for you left me broken Drained from the inside out Like a crustacean’s shell cracked open Just when I thought love had woken
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Be your own muse
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Snack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Limerence in Villanelle
I write love letters to you, in my head Filled with obsession and lusty passion I want to love you until I am dead
By Musings of a Muse2 years ago in Poets
Calico Girl
Introduction My Muse mentioned that her Calico Cat was a Calico Queen and the next song on the album was "Calico Skies" an absolutely beautiful song by Paul McCartney that I am learning to play at the moment to put on my YouTube Channel. Whether I will be able to do it is another matter but I know I can use this as inspiration for a beautiful villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the Maestro’s Shadow
A passionate woman, don’t you agree? I am the maestro orchestrating her career There will be hell to pay if she turns on me
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Story
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets