Villanelle

The Three Hundred Thousand
Images from Introduction I have been wondering how to commemorate this as an adopted Novocastrian. I keep seeing the pictures and videos and can still hardly believe that three hundred thousand fans turned out to congratulate Eddie Howe and the team on Saturday 29th of March 2025.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Coffee
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Embracing Vulnerability: My Journey as a Young Poet on World Poetry Day
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
NEW Mysterious Poet on YouTube!
There's a amazing new poet on YouTube. They seem kind of mysterious because they wear a bag over their head. Introducing: PAPER BAG POET!
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY10 months ago in Poets
The Moon Hare In The Rollright Stones
Introduction This is my thirty-third piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. When we reach fifty stories together we will publish a book with the paintings, poems and stories.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
A Forest Shower
Introduction This is a villanelle example for the forthcoming "Showers And Fools" Challenge that has been inspired by the image above. I really liked it, but it wasn't right for the story I was writing. To me, it cries out for a story of the joy of experiencing showers and rain in a beautiful forest.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
Dream
I can dream again I can be again My mind was locked in a prison But now they cut through Like an incision A vision Of hope?
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Bleed the Beast. Top Story - March 2025.
Bleed the beast they say But how do I bleed it When it feeds me When it needs me As much as I need it I want to cleave it off
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?
Humans! Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power, of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Don't Cry
Don’t cry You never knew them They were never human Nothing but a glimmer A thought Of something you sought Just a thought
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Eternal Gaze of Sonder
There is beauty in the world we see, the sky gleams through the radiance of the evening hues of the sunset. The train halts at the destination that glistens with the hustle and bustle of different travellers who are on a quest, some to find peace, joy, and excitement and others to find a purpose.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets