Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Examples

Arc’s of Divine Light Form: Villanelle Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame, Each truth a thread, each whisper made to rise— The stars remember those who speak their name. In silence born, not needing praise or fame, A glyph ignites beneath the dreaming skies— Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame. The mirror hums but never stays the...

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Here stands a splendid chestnut tree. But in its trunk there grows decay. It’s no longer upright we see. Each week it leans one more degree. It will come crashing down one day. Here stands a splendid chestnut tree. It’s a...

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Orbs of Multiplication Villanelle They spin in stillness, glowing without sound A rhythm bred from ancient breath and light The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found From void to voice, their pulses wheel around Invisible, yet birthing second sight They spin in stillness, glowing without sound No measure binds the math that keeps them bound They bloom between what’s wrong and what feels...

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The old house sighs with every gust of wind, Its paint is peeling, memories exposed, A chapter closed, a story longs to end. The garden weeps where laughter used to blend, The path to the porch now overgrown and dozed, The old house sighs with every gust of wind. No welcoming lights the darkened windows lend, The silence there, a heavy weight...

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The empty rooms await a warm caress, New walls that hold no echo of the past, A future built beyond distant distress. No worn-out sills where sunlight likes to bless, No garden ghosts where happy hours amassed, The empty rooms await a warm caress, Each pristine space, a canvas to impress With hopes and dreams that surely now will last, A future built...

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The bus pulls up a rumble and a hiss, Excitement buzzes, chatter fills the air, A day of learning something we can't miss. With backpacks packed and permission slips like this, We find our seats, a happy eager pair, The bus pulls up a rumble and a hiss. The world outside, a blur of leafy bliss, As fields and farms and towns...

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A poem without a title was written, based on an undeniable feeling. In that moment I was simply smitten. This couldn’t have been typewritten the way my mind you kept consuming. A poem without a title was written. Without a box for musings to fit in my unprepared heart was left reeling, in that moment I was simply smitten. Allowing the words to...

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So, don`t be the merry jokers prey as he play`s his zany game of charades upon this trickster`s holy day never let the sunshine’s ray turn into a dark light of shame so, don`t be the merry jokers prey his game don`t let the joker play fools he will make of the sane ...

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I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried, But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore, How can I forget what never died? I search for you where the lost hopes hide, A glance from you—my heart beats once more, I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried. Among the crowd, where echoes collide, Yet only your silence...

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The sea remembers all it cannot keep, Each wave a story, crashing into shore, Its secrets held in silence, buried deep. A sailor's prayer, a widow’s dreamless sleep, The driftwood echo of a lover’s lore— The sea remembers all it cannot keep. It sings of storms and treasures lost in sweep, Of shipwrecked years and voices heard no more, Its secrets held in...

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In shadows here, I wait unseen, Placed by Dewey's ordered scheme, Does poetry still hold its sheen? Shakespeare, Poe, their works convene, Their pages turned, their words agleam, In shadows here, I wait unseen. Angelou, Frost, their verses keen, Yet I remain, in silent dream, Does poetry still hold its sheen? A novice's book, with cover sheen, To join the greats, to gleam, to dream, In...

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In glittering lights, she steps on the stage, Her voice soars high, yet echoes with despair, The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage. She left her love, the warmth of their shared page, To chase the dream, to breathe the fervent air, In glittering lights, she steps on the stage. The songs of youth, sweet...

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You are locked away in a frozen mist Your hand once warm upon my knee, my phantom limb— the sky atop your shoulders I kissed. You were never a man who balled your fist Instead, your eyes had guilt in a chrysalis brim, And for that I find my cold love an agony to resist. Yet there’s a delicious and chilled...

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Now together we can all retreat, and try a brand new poetic style; I’m so ready to learn and compete. Exploring New Orleans Canal street I want to sit with the Muse a while; Now together we can all retreat. Hoping the kitties have inky feet, my nickname resembles logophile; I’m so ready to learn and compete. Cannot wait to feel the inspired heat, whether...

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I lose something at every step towards the future, I don’t know what or may just not remember, but I lose it evermore at every step I can’t say why and I can’t say how for I don’t even know myself, it’s a curse that consumes me more and more at my every step, I see the future but I...

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