Villanelle

Butterfly Wings
Introduction This came to me as I was trying to sleep. I did not want to forget it so I got myself out of bed to pen this villanelle for my Muse.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Two Thousand Years Old
Introduction This is inspired by the thoughts of things that have lasted from ancient times to the present day, One book I have on the subject is Julian Cope's "The Modern Antiquarian" and I also live close to a section of Hadrian's Wall and often visit the Temple of Antenocitus and the selfie for this piece is me leaning on a column there.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Silence
Introduction This is inspired by the Vocal "Moment of Silence" challenge but I feel that the Acrostic is not a challenging enough format for me, so I have chosen a villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Rekindled Hope for Life
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The ceiling was never meant to be stone
This glass does not shatter on its’ own, Beneath brightened stars and dreams we make, The ceiling was never meant to be stone.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets
8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Staircase
Introduction This was just an idea using the analogy of a staircase to illustrate how two friends can use any knowledge to make their lives more successful and just better.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets