Villanelle

FLAVOR OF AN EXQUISITE WOMAN. Content Warning.
'An exquisite woman is not one who has the most men at her feet, but rather one who has only one who makes her truly happy.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eight of Cups
Eight cups sit at eight empty places Where we once dined, forks reflecting the fluorescents It’s been so long; I hardly recall the faces
By E. C. Mira2 years ago in Poets
Strange Wanderers
Two lost souls Having lost all control Tugging on one another Tethered together by wonder Loss Betrayal Of the heart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your Sound
In whispers of the night, I hear your call, A haunting melody that fills my soul, In dreams, we dance beneath the moonlit hall.
By M2 years ago in Poets
A Psychobilly Tarot Villanelle
This is a villanelle that came about after a comment by John Cox on a previous story that you can read here: My first Tarot set was a Psychobilly one and I have included a Psychobilly song to go along with this, in fact, Japanese Psychobilly, "Peeping Tom" by The Radios. It starts off like "Fever" by Peggy Lee, but finishes as real psychobilly.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Repair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Armor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Feast
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Lost Unicorn
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Last of Us
I see you for what you are The magic you hide from the world A magic that only those pure of heart can see You try to hide it
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets