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Villanelle Spring Poems | Villanelle Poems About Spring

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Details | Villanelle |

Mother Nature

She sends light and warmth, with the birth of spring and they are obedient to her call, for She's the mother, for whom the birds sing. She commands the rain, as if She were king, to ensure, Her forests grow straight and tall, she sends light and warmth, with the birth of spring. She summons clouds, and the lightning they fling, from a raging storm, to a gentle squall, for She’s the mother, for whom the birds sing. She rules in winter, when icicles cling, and snowdrifts, conceal the colors of fall, she sends light and warmth, with the birth of spring. She circles the sun, with a golden ring, and raises the moon, like a glowing ball, for She's the mother, for whom the birds sing. She’s everywhere, controlling everything, wearing rain’s misty droplets, like a shawl, she sends light and warmth, with the birth of spring, for She’s the mother, for whom the birds sing. (A Villanelle poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


Details | Villanelle |

April's Pink Moon

Orchestrating the birth of spring life's obedient to Her call She's the reason that robins sing Reflecting light that sunbeams bring She morphs into a bright pink ball orchestrating the birth of spring She glows within a golden ring and beams Her gentle light to all She's the reason that robins sing She comes when icicles still cling and snow covers colors of fall orchestrating the birth of spring April’s pink Moon crowns rain as king from a storm to a gentle squall, She's the reason that robins sing In the night She is everything wearing misty drops like a shawl Orchestrating the birth of spring She's the reason that robins sing

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
 
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014


Details | Villanelle |

The Smell Of Spring

The smell of spring, rejuvenates the air, 
and winter’s breath is unable to freeze,
as a friendly sun melts away despair.

Gazing to heaven, in silent prayer,
surrounded by budding flowers and trees
the smell of spring, rejuvenates the air.

Life starts to blossom, with color and flare,
and sweet aromas perfume every breeze,
as a friendly sun melts away despair.

Patches of green, start sprouting everywhere, 
as saplings begin to unfold their leaves,
the smell of spring, rejuvenates the air.

Tulips emerge from the ground, here and there, 
gambling, this early warmth's not nature’s tease, 
as a friendly sun melts away despair.

A treat for the senses, fragrant and rare, 
just one whiff, and tensions begin to ease.
The smell of spring, rejuvenates the air,
as a friendly sun melts away despair.
			

(A “villanelle” poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

Ah, Spring

Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
and smells of the fresh greenery
with the tranquil sounds of the night.

No more does winter's cold us bite
making folks tug scarfs and scurry
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.

The silvery moon shines so bright
setting alight the scenery
with the tranquil sounds of night.

Life reaffirms with buds so tight
and chicks with down so feathery
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.

Flowers a most colourful sight
tumbling down the rockery 
with the tranquil sounds of night.

Lambs frolicking with great delight
as magpies screech with mockery.
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
with the tranquil sounds of night.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

Newness of Life

In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle |

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


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |

The Cycle of Seasons

Spring; bursts forth new buds happily alive.
Time brings its cycle to succor the best.
Winter life rested knows how to survive.

Dancing with snowflakes helps cold night dreams thrive.
Watching and waiting, throughout winter’s rest. 
Spring; bursts forth new buds happily alive.

How do they do it? Its natures contrive.
Beautiful blossoms open to attest.
Winter life rested knows how to survive.

Peace fills the garden as beauty revives.
Welcoming warmth displays nature’s bequest.
Spring; bursts forth new buds happily alive.

Bees bring sweet nectar to their hive’s archive.
They plan for winter as they buzz with zest.
Winter life resting knows how to survive.

In springtime sleeping plants wake up, revive.
The cycle of seasons once again, blessed.
Spring; bursts forth new buds happily alive.
Winter plants resting know how to survive.


12/24/2016

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

Waiting for Spring

Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
It's resting under the clear star lit sky
Forever waiting until you return

As dawn hints red I can see with concern
Clouds gather on the Horizon, snow's nigh
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The morning sun peeps through, but fails to burn
Thin mist  from fields, so it's left just to lie
Forever waiting until you return

So patiently wait for seasons to turn
The sun's past its zenith, how time doth fly
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The young skylark waits for winters adjourn
To pass the time he  sings joy  from up high
Forever waiting until you return

Day's end is here but it's hard to discern
If the ice has melted much, but we try
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
Forever waiting until you return



Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2012

Details | Villanelle |

Song of Green Rebirth

Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth
new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth
I carry him close--we grace willow with embrace
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

He speaks with the daffodil, sharing her mirth
and sighs, contented in his own cosmic place
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

I watch as he contemplates the wind chime's verse
while his fingers explore clover woven like lace;
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

Wholly in love with the world in which he's immersed,
drawing from each aspect of the wild rose's grace,
this way, the child learns a song of green rebirth.

To him, every moment so tastily diverse
and our garden, mystical as far reaches of space
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth--
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

Ode to Spring - Villanelle

Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth
They look to the sky with their open face
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth

New buds on trees grow for all their worth
Each day they welcome the suns warm embrace
Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth

The sparrows and robins have all given birth
And nature wakes up at a slow walking pace
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth

The daffodils now open their face full of mirth
And crocuses blossoms all over the place 
Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth

Natures bright canvas spreads forth its girth
Apple blossoms fragrant blooms now race
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth 

The warmth of the sun providing safe berth
For all creatures of the wood or open space 
Soft shoots spring gently forth from the earth
After the cold winter comes springs rebirth

Copyright © David Wood | Year Posted 2015

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 |

REAL LOVE-Lasting Love

It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Quantum and sparkles of joy made it real,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Some had suffered heart breaks which is not fair,
For their words were void with no secured seal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

True love and care,with goodwill is so glare,
Sadness and trails came,made our hope refill,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Though fights ensure,but we settle them there,
Right from the start we prepared for this deal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

Gossips,hatred,we sailed through;cost we bear,
Fire of love burns in our hearts with strong feel,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

O death!you came but failed,truth is our heir,
Though you have gone,you are in my heart still,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.


Theme:Lasting Love  ;Date:1-13-2012

Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2012