Villanelle
Beauty
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDrifting
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA Crystalline Wave All Around
The moon soars high up the ground,As high o'er the black soots as the midnight takes on, While timbers along creeks, crackle all around Heavy on whites a smoke billows phantoms, O! Look! Slow in the meadows, a mist, silently drifts along, And Beneath - those rested rocks and hardened logs 🪵, a creepy cold, waits upon .... There, buried in deep, many emotions , have farthest gone ...Waited as weary, long to time, never to be found ; To be or not to be —there—as time rolls on Now, for those unheard poundings so vagrant bound, Let go of that course, writhing over twisted grounds, And please awaken from matters that so —so tug you down, O! Let go , That Once upon! And ‘So Risen, in grace with spirited winds, emerge thro' cracks —heretofore—to a new day’s dawn; Carrying ever more wings over ever greater - leaps ,above and beyond! Yes, Laying aside broody blues, submersible at seas , just cross beyond, whereupon, Saying one thing in terms of another, but as is , rightly said -leaving love more abler than before—theretofore— In all aspirations, yea sh’d live on!
Madhu GotetiPublished 5 months ago in PoetsGood Will To All
This is a seasonal villanelle, a call to care for others and be happy, not just now but every day of the year. That is what could make the world a much better place.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCandlelight Carols
In winter's heart, the candle's flame begins, With flickering light, it dances in the breeze, A beacon of hope that darkness never wins.
Festive Fusion FindsPublished 5 months ago in Poetsdestroyer
What will we have left, after all the wars are won in this brave new world we've razed? Broken and bereft; atom split and damage done.
Summits of Solitude
Upon the peaks, where echoes find their way A solitary hiker treads the trail In nature's embrace, where spirits play
Mindfully WanderingPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBeneath Celestial Veils
In twilight's hush, the stars begin to gleam A dance of light on the canvas of night Whispers of dreams in a cosmic stream
Mindfully WanderingPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTwilight's Symphony
In twilight's grasp, the stars begin to gleam A cosmic dance, a waltz of silver light A symphony of dreams, a poet's theme
Mindfully WanderingPublished 5 months ago in PoetsLies Woven, Love Stolen
She weaves her lies with silken, cruel thread, Before her shadow fell upon their door, Their father's voice, echoes, hushed - now dead.
Xine SegalasPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSymphony of Silver Rain
A symphony of silver rain, Serenades the sorrowful night, Pitter pattering on my pain. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Daniela AlejandraPublished 5 months ago in PoetsArtificial Shakespeare
Nothing is real and yet everything is real. My oxygen is curated from galactic steel. Living in an ancient intelligent world.
Natasha CollazoPublished 5 months ago in Poets