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Villanelle Sea Poems | Villanelle Poems About Sea

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Details | Villanelle |

An Island Refuge


They climb to love's peak outlined in soft light,
as eager waves dance over muffled sighs -
their tropical song sways through balmy night.

An amorous kiss, each swoon at the sight
of a breathtaking moon sunken to spy.
They climb to love's peak outlined in soft light.

Bathed in silver tide, hearts pound without fright;
island breezes blow, bright stars blink on high -
their tropical song flows through balmy night.

A full moon flies free, descended from heights,
to impassion souls spread in wings of sky;
they climb to love's peak outlined in soft light.

Whispers in smooth sand, new music to write.
Down on bended knee; with joy, she'll reply.
Their tropical song flows through balmy night.

From romantic refuge, tomorrows invite
a bond eternal, no one can deny.
They climb to love's peak outlined in soft light;
their tropical song flows through balmy night.

For Shadow's Villanelle's and Terzanelle's Only Contest,
written 3/10/2012


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012


Details | Villanelle |

The Play of Light

I love to watch the play of light
As I look out across the bay
On moonlit waters clear and bright.

It’s magic on a summer’s night,
This feeling, oh, I cannot say :
I love to watch the play of light.

Upon the shore, waves shining white,
Rolling, splashing as they play
On moonlit waters clear and bright.

Now spangled stars come into sight
To mark the ending of the day.
I love to watch their play of light.

So soon the moon is at its height
Where from it shoots a single ray
On moonlit waters clear and bright.

She sails away just like a kite –
Oh please don’t go, can you not stay ?
I love to watch the play of light
On moonlit waters clear and bright.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle |

With Final Burst

With final burst of golden rays
sun sets below the horizon
day fades away and here night stays

From south gentle warm breeze plays
luring beckoning the siren
with final burst of golden rays

Siren calls hearts are set ablaze
and rising up comes Poseidon
day fades away and here night  stays

Together they play in the bays
ride waves on the crest of Zion
with final burst of golden rays

There is no more time for delays
a merry nod to Orion 
day fades away and here night stays

As departing we go our ways
as daylight for us is poison
With final burst of golden rays
day fades away and night here stays

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014


Details | Villanelle |

When The Sea Is Angry

When the sea is angry
 Waves, like knives, penetrate deeply
Secrets are revealed
                                                     
Stingrays uncovered, at risk
 Burrow deep
When the sea is angry 
                                                                            
Shells buried for time unknown
 Surface in brilliant majesty
Secrets are revealed

The coral braces, mortality guaranteed
 Death and destruction inevitable
When the sea is angry

Sand scattered, settles again
 History buried, rears its head
Secrets are revealed

What is exposed, covered again
 Nothing left for man
When the sea is angry

An explosion born of fury
 Brings forth, then takes away again
When the sea is angry
Secrets are revealed

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Villanelle |

Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Villanelle |

Tell me Again


Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
I hear, but the words mean nothing to me, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.

Harsh winds are wounding; they whip up the sand, 
So it stings my eyes and I cannot see. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

 A bewildered  traveler, lost in a strange land.
The doors are all locked and I don’t have a key
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

And walk with me now, along the seastrand 
Where the water is trapped and fights to be free 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 

I don't belong to the life I had planned, 
And I've left behind my old used-to-be, 
Speak to me softly, till I understand. 

I see your words clearly drawn in the sand 
And watch them slowly erased by the sea. 
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand. 
Speak to me softly, till I understand.

Copyright © Maggie Huscroft | Year Posted 2006

Details | Villanelle |

A gift, a stone, shaped by love's tides

I feel its warn-down weathered sides
From our old flame that will not sleep
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides

The old are all by cruel world tried
And endlessly no heart can weep
I feel its warn-down weathered sides

He fell in love when she first sighed
She tossed his token on her heap
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides.


The lovely doll was tossed aside
Her owner searched for passion deep
I feel its warn-down weathered sides

The mother weeps: in earth it abides
Doctors could not her babe in her keep
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides.

I’ll wait for you till I have died
Remembering your sea-ward leap. 
I feel its warn-down weathered sides
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides


*this is another experimentation with a new genre, despite it's sombriety*

Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2011

Details | Villanelle |

Don't Leave, Lass

Ionic A Majore Tripody

Don't leave lass, but stay thy near start - I don't care how.
Fair maid, this boon I seek, dear love, hold thee this hand.
Thy gentle hand's so beautiful, most shapely and soft.

Safe we are from wide eyes in this high comfy brow,
Deign thee not to leave me for strong my passion's fanned.
Don't leave lass, but stay thy near start - I don't care how.

Chaste virtue becomes thee, dear lass, I make a bow.
Thy modesty I see, Ruth, doth show simply grand
Thy gentle hand's so beautiful, most shapely and soft

You'll marvel at taste and for its  bouquet I'll take a bow
Great wine should look, my darling Ruth, noteworthy and,
don't leave lass, but stay thy near start - I don't care how.

Seek ease on this chaise lounge that's soft, fair maid, if thou
might so wish, and we'll toast the gods' great judgement's stand
Thy gentle hand's so beautiful, most shapely and soft.

Right doing and by being just, I'm very prow.
My mind doth race great with love; take now this band;
Don't leave lass, but stay thy near start - I don't care how
Thy gentle hand's so beautiful, most shapely and soft.


Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017