Villanelle

Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Rite that Begins After it is Reached. Top Story - May 2024.
We rose towards the light. Beasts (Royals, Sovereigns, Kings) that ruled without coronation. We fell when it became too bright.
By K. Kocheryan2 years ago in Poets
A Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Intimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What Is Poetry?
Introduction I know there will be others who can answer this question far better than I, but I thought it was a good subject to state my personal thoughts and observations in a villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A Light is Shone
A light is shone, a man stands there alone. We're waiting for the music to arrive, To fill hearts in the hall of red and gold.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
2222
Introduction This seems a significant number, it is an Angel Number. From Google: Angel number 2222 represents building a path forward and striving for progress. It's a signal from your angels to continue applying yourself to your healing and happiness. Staying focused on your self-love and working through your shadow aspects are key components to further unlocking your twin flame connection.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
You Don't Need To Be Whole To Shine. Top Story - May 2024.
The waning crescent moon whispers so low, "You need not be complete to cast your light," In fragments, still you glow, still you bestow.
By Rudolph Lingens2 years ago in Poets
Monsters, They Call Us
Monsters, they call us Our visage the only crime We’ve now returned to dust Our breath a mighty gust Oft entwined with fire
By Camillia Simonds2 years ago in Poets
Flashy
I’m a dinosaur from a land before time Never thinking beyond the gilded frame I walked this planet thinking all was fine
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
The Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets