Villanelle

Wings of Longing
Within a bottle's prison, a fly confined, Wings beat against the glass, a desperate plea, A tale of stove, in solitude entwined.
By Salgado2 years ago in Poets
Unheard
I try to talk to you All you do is shut me out My loyalty to you is always true Why must you do the things you do?
By Michelle Thomas 2 years ago in Poets
Prison of Pain
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pay Per Wait
Clean hands do not pure the way Abuse fits in a shopping cart The trouble began with Us vs. They ~.~ Keep your head down, get through the day
By Matthew Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Verses
Another day to craft a vivid Villanelle. One that hopefully will take social media by flight. A daily pursuit, leaving readers compelled.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
A Vocal Villanelle
Some absolute trash from me with a New York Dolls soundtrack ❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓ A Vocal Villanelle It Keeps The ABA Rhyme It Serves It's Purpose Very Well ❓❔❓ Waiting For The Finish Bell Is It Time? A Vocal Villanelle ❓❔❓ I Have No Tales To Tell As I Drink My Lager And Lime It Serves It's Purpose Very Well ❓❔❓ This Does Not Read So Very Well Like A Lizard In The Slime A Vocal Villanelle ❓❔❓ A Veritable Slice Of Literary Hell This Set Of Words Is A Terrible Crime It Serves It's Purpose Very Well ❓❔❓ This Is The Worst, Most Awful Sell I Took You Money, Now It's Mine A Vocal Villanelle It Serves It's Purpose Very Well ❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓❔❓
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
And yet.... Runner-Up in Villanelle Challenge.
The cataclysmic shudder of fate’s wings Sets forth the course to launch my virgin flight Yet still—the firetail finches sing of spring
By Paris Rosemont2 years ago in Poets
Dance of Absolution. Runner-Up in Villanelle Challenge. Top Story - December 2023.
"Yes." I inhale. "You are quite right." My golden embers burn into the sketchy dusk and fade away. "It is much easier to lose yourself at night."
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
The Northern Lights
Under the northern sky, there’s a show A famous dance of vibrant light In perfect rhythm, they ebb and flow * A spectacular phenomenon you may know
By B2 years ago in Poets
Pro Patriarchy Mori
So swiftly they run to the dark’ning door, How swift they embrace the shadow-swept path, So soon they set sail for the most western shore.
By Michael Darvall2 years ago in Poets
Back to the Willow Tree
In the setting of a willow tree swaying in a serene meadow, We watch and listen as nature's whispers crawl into our ears and skin.
By Burnt Baguettes2 years ago in Poets
Grieve You/Become You
No one told me how not to become you, They told me how to grieve and get through my day, They gave me the advice I didn’t need them to.
By Katherine Bodger2 years ago in Poets