Villanelle

They’re Not Actually Ignorant
These people say: “If you can’t afford kids, don’t have them!” Ignorance. It’s bliss I guess. “To lazy to work or get job, that’s you’re problem.”
By Hope Martin10 months ago in Poets
Expiration
How long was I living, loving your lies? Pupil of pain—ignorance, my disease. Kill my hope so I might come out alive. ~~~
By SUEDE the poet10 months ago in Poets
Feel This Way
I don't know how to feel this way. We were in love, and I, delighted. And then, you left and didn't say why you went off to get away.
By Julie Lacksonen10 months ago in Poets
What the Wind Remembers
The wind remembers things we forget. It carries the laughter we left behind on porches, the promises we folded into paper cranes,
By Emily10 months ago in Poets
Barista
Devotion to you is my piety, Heart pounding each time, not ashamed to confess; Every sip of you, anxiety. Paralyzed by your variety,
By James Leek10 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Cycle (Poetry)
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast10 months ago in Poets
let wisdom speak
fear not, friends, the reckoning of old age nor regret the vanishing of thy youth; let wisdom speak with the voice of a sage.
By John Cox10 months ago in Poets
We Are
One day my name will be forgotten Fiction always challenges the sane All things will be forgotten in the end *** Beautifully attractive, while inside the core is rotten
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
During Single-Digit Hours
* your absence gnaws at me, devours. the woe grows worse than in the day during single-digit hours * alone in cold that overpowers
By Cristal S.10 months ago in Poets
Another Challenge I Won't Win, A Villanelle
Another challenge I won't win, I clicked "submit" but now I'm filled with doubt. My entry's live, the wait begins. I refresh the page, my head's a spin,
By Tim Carmichael10 months ago in Poets
affair of slanted rhymes
unraveling her tender silhouette a whimpered tug of kindred wriggles loose is this as close to known as i will get a throbbing knot of unrelenting text a sticky pit of suffocated truth unraveling her tender silhouette i told her where the lonely bones are kept i showed her where the tear is most acute is this as close to known as i will get a messy nest of gnashing need unmet a slender vestige severed at the root unraveling her tender silhouette her apparition flutters to the next while i retreat to flailing mute excuse is this as close to known as i will get she lingers in the thickest crevice left a creeping shadow, sprawling and obtuse unraveling her tender silhouette is this as close to known as i will get
By kasia gawlak10 months ago in Poets
Oh Brother. Honorable Mention in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Where on earth did we go wrong, my brother? Pleasant companionship turned combative Such sorrow and grief we’ve caused our mother.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶10 months ago in Poets