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Mystery Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Mystery

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STARRY-EYED


Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
In liquid skyline’s twirl, a slow ballet
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
 
The meadow gleaming near as winds invite
An April centerstage that glides away 
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed.
 
And high above the robins wheel their plight
Where garland of stars drips as if to play
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.

Drunk, hungry this breath, so far the height
where scent of dreams, bursts forth in warm display
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed

Small twinklers crown my head to wrap and slay 
each heaving sigh embroidering this day,
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.

As wishful thoughts catch stardust of the night
the firmanent climbs inside earthen clay.
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.


Giorgio Veneto's Impress Me Contest
by netteonclaud


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What was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age,
the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged.
The sound of the harmonica swept all around.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged,
I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound.  
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed  
like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze
in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. 
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

 


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A Villanelle for a Villian

Was I not too young, tell me truly, speak 
the dew of life was still upon my face,
when I refused to take that final leap        

to loose my life when not yet at its peak. 
I took a deathly kiss in his embrace.
Was I not to young, tell me truly, speak? 

Unwise, unwise was I, or simply meek
how I mortally erred was a disgrace,
when I refused to take that final leap.      

No life was this, no haven for the weak
eternal, soulless, hell no resting place.
Was I not too young, tell me truly, speak? 

Existence now bares a fetid reek
I've replaced the grace of heaven chaste, 
when I refused to take that final leap.

I face the nightmares now, hear the shrieks,  
ah, remember there was dew on my face.
Was I not too young, tell me truly, speak
when I refused to take that final leap. 



Contest: Poems from the Vampire! 
Poet: Debbie Guzzi




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Eldritch Dark

The things that lurk I dare not lark
For nothing is ever what it seems
In that lonesome and eldritch dark

Sounds of melancholy lark
Harboring thoughts that suddenly gleam
Those eerie sounds I dare not hark

Kids that once laughed through out this park
Now swallowed whole by nightmarish dreams
In the lonesome and eldritch dark

It comes to me, sudden and stark
What was there in the light of moonbeams
But, no, I mustn't stop to hark

Something as rare as Noah's ark;
A shadow a-midst a silent stream
In that lonesome and eldritch dark

The devil himself won't embark
I solemnly swear I've heard his screams
And lord have mercy, I stopped to hark,
In that unforgiving eldritch dark!


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Unsounded Depths

Uncanny as the truth may often be, 
A sailor worth his salt will quickly cede; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea.

Alow, where neither fish nor man can see,
Obscured, the worst of Hell and Fury breed, 
Uncanny as the truth may often be.

And whilst in foggy doldrums dire esprit, 
A shadowed splash the bravest heart will heed; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea.

Aloft, a barrelman cries the Kraken free, 
As beads of fear into the fathoms bleed, 
Uncanny as the truth may often be.

And doubt belike a superstitious flea, 
An itch in faith, where lay a baleful seed; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea

Beware unsounded depths, I say to thee; 
At full and by with guns to bear proceed; 
Uncanny as the truth may often be; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea


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A day late and a dollar short

Have you ever heard the expression a day late and a dollar short.
Because when it comes to this girl I was and this is how it goes.
A day late and a dollar short.
A cluster of feelings I’m still trying to sort.
Still thinking I have a opportunity to cross the threshold to her heart.
But if I try it will be her and my best friend I depart.
 I Know I cant do that because I am a better friend.
But if I don’t our friendship might soon end.
I cant fight the feelings for her I still contain.
All this pressure will soon make me insane.
Most people in  all probability would crack and take their life.
Not knowing the one’s they will leave in strife.
If making them both happy means being together.
Then I guess God plan for my life is even better.
Just a day late and a dollar short.
Knowing there together they’ll have my support.


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Visit

Comes your way this wicked something.  Beware 
Of the Banshee wails seeping into dreams.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.
	
An effigy looms overhead take care.
In the distance a requiem doth scream.
Comes your way this wicked something, beware.

From deep slumber you awake with a scare,
Colour fades as ice moves through your bloodstream.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.

Sound is lost upon your lips, naught but air,
Movement is but a fading sunlight’s gleam.
Comes your way this wicked something, beware.

Tracing your face with its bony finger,
You see soulless eyes bathed in blaspheme.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.
	
A storm busts through the closed window with flair
And with the flicker of the candle he
Comes your way, this wicked something, beware.
Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.


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Natural Temptation

While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat              
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

“No,” should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression 
Baking bitter standards so semisweet 
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


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Decension of Midnight

Born of midnight and mist
of lilac and violet kissed
she is my dark angel bliss

Dressed in nothing, wrapped in dream
fantasy drenched in midnight steam

she was my everthing