Villanelle

Friends First
You gotta be my friend first If you want anymore Otherwise it’s the worst Anything otherwise Is a relationship born in a hearse
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Shimmering Fleece
The pre-dawn morn, to daylight bound As hence the land lay barren still A shimmering fleece doth blanket the ground *
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Different
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Blood Crow
Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
"Poems of Freedom and Hope"
I have begun entering writing contests and writing for calls for submission when I can. Back in August, I entered a trio of villanelles into a publication. Sadly, they were declined. I decided I'd like them to still see the light of day, so I've compiled them here.
By Amanda Alexanderabout a year ago in Poets
A Villanelle to Palo Santo . Top Story - November 2024.
Send me your white smoke as I set you alight, Calligraphy in the air swirling unending into circles; How they bend, they break in my mind sight.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Outside Of Everything. Content Warning.
Introduction Another personal poem, inspired by that image, something that happened on Vocal this morning, and these lines from Bob Dylan's "Joey" that perfectly describes me:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Anomaly
The anomaly is just a glitch It could happen any day A broken universal stitch Feels like a great and mighty witch Whose magic went astray
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
You are my life and you are my death
Come let's sit between the candles and dance under the drizzle of rain Let's embrace the star of the sky and dream of what the moon is
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
The Beauty of the First Snow Outside
As a screen door opens up wide, Little did the young child know, The beauty of the first snow outside. They tried not to dose,
By Michael Bradshawabout a year ago in Poets
I long for you
I long for you For you are tenderness And you are safety And the oasis of my heart when it gets tired I long for you with the longing of the deserts
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
her purest love
Love, a whisper in the gentle breeze, A tender touch that puts hearts at ease. It blooms in silence, soft and true, A light that shines through skies of blue.
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets