Villanelle

Whispers of the Soul
In the depths of night, when shadows creep, A silent longing stirs, hushed and deep. A whispered melody, soft and pure, A poem of love, forever endure.
By Nana Kay2 years ago in Poets
Beyond Words: A Tapestry of Infinite Verse
In the realm of dreams, where shadows dance, Where words take shape and hearts find a chance, I weave a tapestry of verses, bold and free,
By Nana Kay2 years ago in Poets
Fat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Symphony of Love. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
If you read me.. Content Warning.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
FLAVOR OF AN EXQUISITE WOMAN. Content Warning.
'An exquisite woman is not one who has the most men at her feet, but rather one who has only one who makes her truly happy.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eight of Cups
Eight cups sit at eight empty places Where we once dined, forks reflecting the fluorescents It’s been so long; I hardly recall the faces
By E. C. Mira2 years ago in Poets
Strange Wanderers
Two lost souls Having lost all control Tugging on one another Tethered together by wonder Loss Betrayal Of the heart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your Sound
In whispers of the night, I hear your call, A haunting melody that fills my soul, In dreams, we dance beneath the moonlit hall.
By M2 years ago in Poets
A Psychobilly Tarot Villanelle
This is a villanelle that came about after a comment by John Cox on a previous story that you can read here: My first Tarot set was a Psychobilly one and I have included a Psychobilly song to go along with this, in fact, Japanese Psychobilly, "Peeping Tom" by The Radios. It starts off like "Fever" by Peggy Lee, but finishes as real psychobilly.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets