Flowers Villanelle Poems

A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment 
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian

Happiness; gives sharp antithesis of...

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When soul mirrors mourning moonrise,
rose silk ink bleeds fluent fine art,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.

Forsaken flowers face grey skies,
to illuminate kohl glass heart,
when soul...

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On birthdays, graduations, and anniversaries, days, 
It's time for celebration, let us enjoy ourselves, 
Forget routines and rituals, and have fun on these days.

Mingle with...

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Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Softly whisper to those souls who know –
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.

Morning glories in purple, blue and berry,
Delicate...

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Whispers

Listen to the whispers in the winds,
In the rolling waves of the wildflower on the hills,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.

Hear the musical...

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Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn
Howling like wolves with much to say
In its wake leaves all to mourn

Grasped with biting breath and torn
Frenzy hunter feeding...

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Villanelle   L Milton Hankins         Aug 18th, 2022
A Corner Booth and Eggs Benedict

The mood needs to...

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Springtime is the season of beauty and delight.
Flowers of every shape are blooming everywhere,
Observing such a view is a breathtaking sight.

Being one with nature is...

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Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Brilliant smiles of tulips and daffodils so bright
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring

Dancing to the glow...

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Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Connecting to earth as life is renewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming

Spring is the time for some garden grooming
Squirrels jump up and down...

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I am waiting for Springtime ...  to arrive,
and all the Spring flowers buds to bloom bright;
I pray that my planted flowers will thrive...

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Beauty fills my eyes on this fine Spring day,
where nothing seems off kilter or amiss,
a breeze tickles tulips until they sway.

Butterflies emerge as though they're...

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I will have no dirges sung at my funeral
No tear-jerking poems are to be recited,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.

Flowers I’ll appreciate your being...

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I had followed a path labyrinthine,
all around me nature whispered hello;
while, I was sitting in a lovely scene.

Everything was beautiful and lush green,
oh, to...

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It has happened for a day, 
The sun, swimming and the butterfly steady,
Rainbow raining in hot summer may. 

Twinkling moon's ray,
The ants became lazy and...

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