Villanelle

The Tenant, Absence
I was once called Home, before the fire, said the quiet man beside the closing door. Now every room repeats what I no longer am.
By Aarsh Malik28 days ago in Poets
Incarcerated Brothers, Maybe Broooothers, Like Brothers Brothers
I'm GAY! Not the funny type of gay! The real, gay, the gay gay shit! Well, it started when my father wasn't able to tell me he loved me! Then my mother left me on a door-step of another neighbor! Real TOUGH shit! I got like 10 baby momma's! Some horse radish ice-cream, but truth be told, I kind of needed some pillow talk time! I needed "SEX"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" sex... Nah, just sex. I needed "MONEY"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" money... Nah, just money. So this is the last time I'm telling you...
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"28 days ago in Poets
If
I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn My path for now confined within the shell of your gray bark A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.
By A. S. Lawrence29 days ago in Poets
The Yule Goddess At Glastonbury Tor
Introduction This is my eighty-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's beautiful artwork. This is an Ekphrastic Terzanelle
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA29 days ago in Poets
The Ring of Brodgar
Introduction This is my eighty-second piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's beautiful artwork. The Ring of Brodgar is part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site, a series of important domestic and ritual monuments built 5000 years ago in the Orkney Islands.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA29 days ago in Poets
IN THE SILENCE, I HEAR MY NAME AGAIN
Night wraps itself around my windowpane, reminding me of the words I never said. In the quiet, I hear my name again. You once whispered comfort when I was struggling;
By Lori A. A.30 days ago in Poets
WHAT WE LOST STILL FINDS ITS WAY HOME
I thought I had let the ache wander away, buried it deep, closing that chapter for good. But what we lost somehow always finds its way back.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Poets
Roots Dig Deep
Roots dig deep, while branches reach high Spreading to the future and anchors to the past Our lives between the earth and sky
By Natasja Roseabout a month ago in Poets
The Imitation Thief.
We trade our minds for mirrors that are not our own. They glimmer with a false and tempting sea. When fear invites another voice to claim our own.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.about a month ago in Poets
Villanelle Recovery
Will I recover from these villanelles? It’s too soon to know; Only time will tell. It’s like being trapped in a prison cell—
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Ashfall
The flame, it dances, wild and untamed, A primal roar, consuming all it finds, In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
The Glow Until it Fades
The Glow Until it Fades By L. I strike a match… So small but devastating if mishandled… And watch… As the flame finds its shape in the open air…
By Lindsey Ratcliffabout a month ago in Poets