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Villanelle Girl Poems | Villanelle Poems About Girl

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Details | Villanelle |

CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl. 







Copyright © TaMara Goode | Year Posted 2013


Details | Villanelle |

To My Love

To whisper these words on valentines 
I wrote this from my purest side 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

I did struggle to write these lines 
It would take me on a happy joyride 
To whisper these words on valentines 

I love to watch how the hair shines 
As the sun sends rays from outside   
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

Pages are made from the fibers of Pines 
Quill weaves as my fingers guide 
To whisper these words on valentines 

Let me buy the richest wines 
Lit up some candles on the bedside 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

You are beautiful more than my poem defines 
My inner butterflies have been multiplied 
To whisper these words on valentines 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

Copyright © Victor Maasilamani | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

The new girl in the campus

	First day at the college with my new car,
	as I wanted to make it perfect.
	Yes, dressed like a rock star.

	You know!  How choosy we really are..
	As to our whole world, it does affect.	
	And I was nervous, standing along the girls with cigarette and cigar.
	
	Then I met a boy, who lived very far.
	A boy sweet enough, with a brain and intellect.
	He made my day, as sweet as chocolate bar.
	
	I had heard a lot of stories all bizarre.
	About my seniors and what they object.
	And like a hot cake, the stories spread in bazaar.

	Then came a man with a scar.
	I got intimidated and my voice trembled as I reflect.
	But he was a nice man, who had just parked my car.
	
	
	All my lectures were equal to tar.
	And one teacher, was keen on destroying every object
	By the third lecture, all I wanted was to run away like a jaguar

	Once more I saw that sweet boy beside my car.
	Yes, I think we had something to connect.	
	Now he is my best friend and we rock like an electric guitar.
	Like superstars from America to Myanmar.
	 				 	
	

Copyright © Shivranjani kaur | Year Posted 2011


Details | Villanelle |

MARY WAS A HAPPY GIRL TO BE CHERISHED ALWAYS

Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always,
everyone who knew her was simply marveled...
at her romantic words that rang like merry bells.


Unfortunately, she died in her early fifties;
a precious life was lost but her memory remained...
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


She was young, bright and beautiful as stars...
the moving stories she wrote were kind of sad;
Mary's big eyes reflected pretty aqua skies!


People came from distant towns and cities
to hear her voice so resonant and kind;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


At her wake, friends and family recited prayers...
her influence on them must have been grand;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle Me A Flower Or Flowers

Some true beauties without the blue
I picked from a small, fragrant garden;
yes, Nature gives very freely, I do too.

One pink orchard, one red dahlia to
give to anyone who is sadder than I;
some true beauties without the blue.

Something found by chance can ensue,
giving it away causes a feeling of joy;
yes, Nature gives very freely, I do too.

The flowers I hold are for pretty Sue,
even carelessness can damage them;
some true beauties without the blue.

Lovely flowers can make dream anew
of the lovely girl with the sweet voice;
some true beauties without the blue.

At the gate where the hyacinths grow,
I've met someone with eyes that glow;
some true beauties without the blue...
yes, Nature gives very freely, I do too.


Written on 6/14/2016
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Villanelle Me A Flower Or Flowers "

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

Girl In Red Cotton Hose

Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples
Enters the girl with the red cotton hose 
Riding in a wagon pulled by horse of gray dappled

Prettiest girl, girl of his dreams, her smile was ample
Asking her for a dance he's so glad he chose
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples

So much fun those community socials one can't grapple
At the notion, meeting new people where love can grow
Riding in wagon pulled by horse of gray dappled

Fun in the hay all the way as they rode as a couple
Now more fun inside the barn my she has cutest nose
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples

Bobing for apples showing her how to grapple
All the way down, show her how it goes
Riding in wagon pulled by horse gray dappled

So much fun with the girl in red cotton hose
Some day after love with her grows their children goes
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples
Riding in the wagon pulled by a horse gray dappled

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Villanelle |

Mademoiselle

Like Pip from Great Expectations, in love with Estelle,                                   
As much I loved the stars from sky, and your beautiful eyes:             
My good admirer from a mirror, my dear secret belle.                                                           
The wishful thoughts, and hope of a certain lovely mademoiselle: 
My inner song sounds better in your secret chamber, so nice,          
That the leaves of time have really nothing much to tell.           
The wind may blow, sometime you know the leaves fell
Who can you see some sparks when rubbing pieces of ice?
It is a nest of singing birds, where but joy should dwell.
Like you never give anything away, that you can sell,
Some people do act with folly when use as catalyst the dice.
However, some chances are, if you come to know me well. 
But, if you only grasped what you could never get well
Like a playful cat , sharpening her claws, hunting the mice
They cannot live in a cage, where somebody cast her spell.
All those are like words that go together, before a farewell;
Some play that they love, the game is a pretty device:
Because, the perfume is the same, also the secret smell.
However, after they depart, they may happily meet twice.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2017