Villanelle

Brilliance Breeds Madness
It is said that brilliance breeds madness, And those minds are the most delicious; (Finger licks, cold eyes flicker darkness.)
By j.e.ridpath2 years ago in Poets
Wrapped
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Eye
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Will Not Go Gently. Runner-Up in Villanelle Challenge.
I will not go gently into the night, But rather walk along the path of day, So gladly step through sun's increasing light.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Fallen Leaves from the Weeping Willow
All of us, at one point or another, wish that we had not done something that we had done. Many a time, those feelings of regret come a tad too late. We have no choice but to accept the consequences of faulty or impulsive decisions.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Who Is Ruby's Mother?
We watched the 2023 Doctor Who Christmas Special and if you have access to the BBC iPlayer you can watch it here. It is an excellent watch.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Pirate Heart
Wind running through hair of blue A restless soul in need of the water A young pirate in need of a crew / She found a party with a mission to do
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
Twenty, Twenty Four
Rich memories kept, from woes I will run. Ashes to dust, I relinquish the past. Twenty, twenty four a new life begun. 🐲
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
Amazons
A villanelle for the strength and intelligence shown by women in the face of two thousand years of patriarchal abuse. You will need to look these up on Google as the villanelle does not give room for expanded information, though I have followed it with a Women's History Month piece from some years back.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
A Festive Villanelle
One eve in December The land bedecked with snow We close our eyes and remember, * In the hearth, a dying ember Continues, dimly, to glow,
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets
Community
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Story of Thine
Tell me your stories, your magic is mine. In the land of consequences and time Where reality breeds stories that grew as vines
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Poets