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Beautiful Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Beautiful

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

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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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Drifting Clouds

Drifting Clouds ( Villanelle) When all the clouds have drifted by A beautiful day shall be on it’s way Sunshine always lights the blue sky One can almost hear the flowers sigh After a warm and gentle rainy day When all the clouds have drifted by The beautiful sunset one can’t deny And the romantic moon smiling so gay Sunshine always lights the blue sky Often wonder what it feels to fly Up and up to the stars far away When all the clouds have drifted by Rainbow magic is beautiful to the eye Changing cloud colors, dark, white, gray Sunshine always lights the blue sky Fast endless winds blowing up high Thunder and lightning are at play When all the clouds have drifted by Sunshine always lights the blue sky Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.25.2011


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Thoughts on a Medaeval Castle

'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Comfortably warm, at their tables they dine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

In the great hall, under the castle spire
Enjoying immensely their vittles and wine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Chatting with ease as the torches burn higher
Bathed in the scent of the burning of pine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their laughter is ready, and wit does not tire
It only grows greater at hours after nine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Flick and the dart of the shadows inspire
Tales, ere the dawn of the even's decline
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their thoughts and their words, do we dare to inquire?
Perhaps if we could there were riches to mine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre


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A Beautiful Song Takes Face

A beautiful song he heard in the air
Music in the distance approaching near
He succumbed to the music without  care

He didn’t question it no he wouldn’t dare
It sounded as though soon it would be here
A beautiful song he heard in the air

So nice was it that it gave him a scare
 Getting closer and closer waiting in fear
He succumbed to the music without a care

The score was very beautiful to be fair
But nothing compared to what did appear
A beautiful song he heard in the air

The beauty  he witnessed  now could ensnare
To him it became oh so very clear
He succumbed to the music without care

He could spend hours in a single stare
Probably more than hours, maybe a year
A beautiful song he heard in the air
He succumbed to the music without care


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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Wait

"Wait"


“Wait”
 
Why do I wait?
 I’m so breakable, and fragile
 But it’s ok to cry
 
I wish they would stay
 They let me go
 Why do I wait?
 
I’m not pretty, I say
 Maybe that’s why they go away
 But it’s ok to cry
 
What can I do, what can I say?
 I want to be held
 Why do I wait?
 
When I think they love me, they break me
 Alone everyday
 But it’s ok to cry
 
Maybe I should run away
 Always alone
 Why do I wait?
 But it’s ok to cry