Villanelle
Obsolescence
The faces of dead fishermen pupate at sea Foamy water absorbs turbulent thought Vengeance was their fate, now washed away by time plea
Mescaline BrissetPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Obsession
Your transparent deeds reflect in the turquoise water Your hands, like tree trunks, filter the mere light Crime of passion is your forte, hombre
Mescaline BrissetPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPostal Seduction
They all left with the violent spun Hermes helped them carry the flambeau Pass this on to the next generation * All invites and chairs removed, no fun
Mescaline BrissetPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMy Horse and Me
A story of my horse and me. He was fearless and I a girl. Best of friends you can believe. We were both wild and free.
Kathleen McClenahan ComoPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDreams in Blood Red Hues
Do not come calling tonight. Terrifying dreams resurrected from fears so real. My shadow dancer always in a fight.
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 Poets