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Dream Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Dream

These Dream Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Dream. These are the best examples of Dream Villanelle poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Powerless

I look for your magic in the moonlight
Listening for the secrets you will tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I do not know if it is wrong or right
You leave me powerless under your spell
I look for your magic in the moonlight

Take control of me I do not wish to fight
You even mesmorize me with your smell 
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I wish to fly on your string like a kite
Tethered to you I am secure and well
I look for your magic in the moonlight

So I travel with you into the night
Nothing compares to the stories you tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

You my lover with your eyes shining bright
You lifted me up whenever I fell
I look for your magic in the moonlight
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

Anne's favorite poetry form contest.
Be gentle Anne it is my first time trying this form.


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Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.




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Dreams

Dreams tend to lilt
Today they’re here
‘morrow they’re killed 

I’ve seen some wilt
Despite a tear
Dreams tend to lilt

If they are built
But not kept near
‘morrow they’re killed

They can be spilt
With just a jeer 
Dreams tend to lilt

But have no guilt
Nor feel the drear
‘morrow they’re killed

A dream can tilt
A dream can blear
Dreams tend to lilt
‘morrow they’re killed


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Wish

Holding onto a dream without a face
Paralyzed in limbo, not here or there
Following a road that leads no place

Where are you , please leave a trace
I'm overwhelmed by things to share
Holding onto a dream without a face

Desiring only to have my little space
Existing happily only one single care
Following a road that leads no place

Wanting once to not end in disgrace
Taking this for granted I do not dare
Holding onto a dream without a face

I don't understand this, I have no base
Sorry, I don't know how I can prepare
Following a road that leads no place

Fatigued in this never ending rat race
Ultimate failure, I'm not able to bear
Holding onto a dream without a face
Following a road that leads no place


by Wayland Bunch


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A Better Life

I want so much more for me
I pray and hope for more
Will it ever come to be

Is it something I can see
I hope it's not a bore
Will my God hear my plea

Can I be all that I can be
Right now it's such a chore
I want so much more for me

Will I ever be able to see
Will I be able to soar
Must I declare this decree

Can I ever foresee
This brand new door
That's opening just for me

When will it come to be
Everything and more
How much will be the fee
and, do I hold the key? 


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Dreaming Of Spring

Dreaming Of Spring

Myth is the breath of memory
Fables of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see

Here in the garden’s  treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Myth is the breath of memory

Colors  to spark a rainbow’s envy 
Every meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see

Flowers  dancing in reverie
Bluebirds and butterflies on the wing 
Myth is the breath of memory

Spring is  transforming dormancy
Now as days  are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see

Painting  a picture of harmony
At last a result for all our dreaming
Myth is the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see

Suzanne Delaney



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The United Nations

Did you get my
Number yet?


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I Dreamt I Was a King

I dreamt one night that I was a King.
With royal garments sitting on a throne.
Wealth before me I could have anything!

On my finger was placed an emerald ring.
It felt really cold chilling me to the bone.
I dreamt one night that I was a King.

There was beauty but my heart didn't sing.
So many people still I felt alone.
Wealth before me I could have anything.

I wondered, what I should ask them to bring.
Could anything soften my heart of stone?
I dreamt one night I was a King.

Sadly, I could't think of a single thing.
I looked at my subjects I heard them moan.
Wealth before me I could  have anything.

Within my court I heard an angel sing.
Melting the cold with her majestic tone.
Wealth before me I'd give her anything.
I dreamt one night I was a King!

My Carnival poem was an attempt to write a villanelle,
I think I am a bit closer with this attempt.



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A Daydream

What if I was Esther and named queen?
Could I be beautiful, brave, and bold?
I would—at least in my daydream.

Pianos would ne’er need practicing,
Mother would not hover and scold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

My face would shine with love all agleam,
I would drink from goblets made of gold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Death would befall all Haman’s team,
Victory for my people would unfold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

I would ruin Haman’s odious scheme,
Righteousness and justice I would uphold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Lord, I can just picture the scene,
I would lavish thanks uncontrolled,
I would—at least in my daydream.
What if I was Esther and named queen?


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Don't Let Me Fall Back To Sleep

My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep
But hold me while I cry soft in the night
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

Yes, I'm tired, but this price is too steep
You see, in each dream I lose you, each time
My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep

I was in a crowd, all blank-faced as sheep
I looked for you; you were nowhere in sight
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

I was running through a forest, running through trees
Then I saw the snakes lunging in the half-light
My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep

Never have I known dreaming to be so bleak
Never had something to lose, to for fight
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet

I don't want to sleep alone; come now please
Come to me so I can finally breathe
My love, please, don't let me fall back to sleep
My dreaming is full of nightmares, my sweet


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