Villanelle

See her fall
I didn't want to see an angel fall Stumbling silently into reality. I didn't want to see her lose her soul. * At full speed, posted on the wall
By Tony Herlin2 months ago in Poets
Last Seen
I search for her, though she keeps herself away, Her strength the shield that hides where she has been. I wait for the moment she can be seen one day.
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
The Shining Light
Seeing her sparked a longing that won’t fade. How beautiful is life when her eyes tether, a glittery cheek and an obsession that now won’t trade.
By Omair Rasheed2 months ago in Poets
Welcome, The Winter Solstice
Introduction This is my eighty-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. I also used this painting for my sixteenth piece, which you can read here. This also appears in the book.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets
Fighting Frustration!
I surfaced this morning itching to write But Life swept right in and consumed my day Alas, all my thoughts scattered and took flight.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 months ago in Poets
Had I
Had I just let you stay with me, what would’ve been? For in mind you’ll always be. . Our dream, our wish, displayed with glee,
By Laura Rodben2 months ago in Poets
The Student, The Athlete, The Longing Endpoint That Never Fades
Syllabus, exams, and research Handed out playbook design Graduating to an academic perch Paper seems factual and right
By Marc OBrien2 months ago in Poets
The Rats Keep Score. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Behold the man deserving of sackcloth Whose modesty, façade is stripped bare Picked apart by the rats and the moth ~
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Being Left Alone
Why is it, love, that you have flown and left no touches, hugs, or kisses? Now, I'm feeling left alone. * Our love -- developed, nurtured, grown,
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Poets
A slave girl's most prized possession is stolen
This villanelle reflects how female slaves were often violated. They did not have the right to chose who to lose their virginity to. Many times it was taken by slave masters.
By Cheryl E Preston2 months ago in Poets
Wood and Rope . Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
The day I lost myself was on a flight. I did not bring you gold and so no hope. Was that why you kept yourself from the light?
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
This Is How I Feel
Introduction My main account is still unable to post. It has been a week, and Vocal have not acknowledged that there is an issue. I won't let it stop me from writing, though. My main account is here, and this is the first month since I started where reads have not covered my subscription.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets