Villanelle

Closure
Even though I know it is over I have not heard your voice in so long I just wish we had closure I miss you so Every day I do my best to grow
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Villanalmond 1
What came first, the plant or the seed Of this silly so-called nut? What can this not-quite crunchy thing feed? - Hunger, for sure, but there is a darker deed;
By Elisabeth Balmon2 years ago in Poets
La Bella Rosa
These are a few words of love for my Muse. Without her I would not be here 🦋🌻🌹♎💜♉🌹🌻🦋 Thank You, My Beautiful Flower Each Day You're My Inspiration My Words Flow From This Love Of Ours 🌹♎💜♉🌹 Our Sweet Love Will Last Forever Yes, Filling Us With Elation Thank You, My Beautiful Flower 🌹♎💜♉🌹 Love The Time We Spend Together The Source Of All Our Creations My Words Flow From This Love Of Ours 🌹♎💜♉🌹 To Be With You, I'd Climb Your Tower To Share Our Time, Yes Every Second Thank You, My Beautiful Flower 🌹♎💜♉🌹 Loving Minutes Will Become Hours In Our Romantic Foundation My Words Flow From This Love Of Ours 🌹♎💜♉🌹 Sharing Our Love, We Are So Sure We're Inspiring Such Creations Thank You, My Beautiful Flower My Words Flow From This Love Of Ours 🦋🌻🌹♎💜♉🌹🌻🦋
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
You-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My Greek Siren
My Greek siren sings to me Haunting refrains to lure me in The gods had warned me of devilish beauty I've been fooled by a delicate harpy
By Sarah Loyd2 years ago in Poets
The Crypt. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for Poppy's Prompts #3 which you can read about here. I really didn't think I was going to write much today, but this is a good way to kick things off.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Ocean
Introduction This is for a challenge by Poppt The Poet that you can check out here Because it is a private group I can't really share a link but you can try.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets