All my tales spin like ghost stories
Passed around a campfire in my mind
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
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If I try hard, will there still be no glories
Will my dreams still be too deep to find
All my tales spin like ghost stories
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How can I feel ugly in a world of beauties
How can I be frayed, from ties that bind
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
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My pages, my words are weary journeys
My eyes only see the ways I've gone blind
All my tales spin like ghost stories
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If I listen closely, can I hear my goodbyes
Echo in the smiles I’ve left behind
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
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Does my heart deserve a devil’s mercies
Does my soul run with a prisoner's wind
All my tales spin like ghost stories
Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees
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The Invisible Writer
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Writer of bad poetry
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Comments (8)
Congratulations 👏… vividly emotive, full of longing & regret. I especially like: “If I listen closely, can I hear my goodbyes Echo in the smiles I’ve left behind Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees”
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
What is this love that keeps burning and upsetting the apple carts everywhere, so much poetry dedicated to luv, it is still never satisfied. Really a great poem and villanelle.
Stunning work TIW! You have a winner here my friend!
So many emotions to ponder and you touched them with love and compassion.
I love the emotional depth here. Every line feels like it’s holding a whole story underneath it.
This was so poignant and profound. Loved your poem!
Loved this! The villanelle form suits your theme perfectly. Lines like “Anyone who's ever burned has lost trees” stick with you. Kinda feels like your memories are floating around like friendly ghosts. ✨