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Villanelle Water Poems | Villanelle Poems About Water

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Details | Villanelle |

Rain Soaked Land

Rain cascading down flooding land
water levels creeping up high
banks blocked with bags of sand

Creeping water flooding moorland
wiping out the fields of rye
rain cascading down flooding land

Homes by pumps are being manned
while folks stand helpless and sigh 
banks blocked with bags of sand

While rivers by bridges spanned
lay broken by torrents from sky
rain cascading down flooding land

Man's best laid plans no longer stand
swept away, will it never dry?
banks blocked with bags of sand

And black clouds choked with rain vie
with birds sheltering in the pig sty
rain cascading down flooding land
banks blocked with bags of sand.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015


Details | Villanelle |

Soft Ripples

The soft ripples flow across the small lake The stagnant water reflects the mountains Where the water lies I see for my sake Sure mindful of beauty with give and take The water carries much delight within The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s not enough flow to leave a shore wake It’s the best graced water that’s ever been Where the water lies I see for my sake Birds fly high looking for a bit of cake Seeing the lake below where it began The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s just truth in the water nothing fake Water shows its path along the fixed land Where the water lies I see for my sake The land holds the water where it does rake The water reflects just like a large tin The soft ripples flow across the small lake Where the water lies I see for my sake
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Villanelle |

Clarity

Clarity
She dwells near the bubbling stream.
And she will wash her hair to smell the nature.
As the flowers flow in the sauna, where there is a silence; not to imagine a good or a bad dream.
Oh clarity, for long we have yearned.
From the chaos and trouble I abandon, for five days and many months I overlearn.
The sweet smell of lavender, for my weariness it will clean, in this stream.
I finish this visit today, because I did not plan well and hope better for the following days.
Today there is a little rain, just like last night on my electronic it had played.
And with the pumice I erode this skins that had to endure the fabrics of clingy dreams.
Clarity, as I swim and laugh at that frog comes over me.
And now many people come over to join this team.
As we laugh and play water games in the stream.
Saunas, cool stream, frozen one’s and more it is a place we must visit.
The clarity, unescorted by noise pollution; how I would miss it.
But again to the industrial site I play the synthetic sound on my phone for a nice dream.
And try to cease the pondering as I listen to six-hundred minutes of a running stream. 

Copyright © Imani Robertson | Year Posted 2016


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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 |

Droplets

Water falling, trickling downward
wet mossy stones shine and glimmer
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Soft tinkles as they head coastward
the sounds echo like a crooner
water falling, trickling downward

A mast standing out, a halyard
of the ships bobbing in fervour
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Streams joining rivers flood backward
the noise  loud as it gets faster
water falling, trickling downward

Thunderous waves heading southward
ships  tossing, sails all a flutter
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Tidal water becomes wayward
waves flowing over the breaker
water falling, trickling downward
droplets dancing tumbling onward

contest: One of Your Best  wriiten06/13/2013

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |

WATER DOWN LEAVES

WATER DOWN LEAVES Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold, Until hands shiver, and lips are glossed a balmy-blue ~ Where every oak and maple leaf turns conspicuously old. Green leaves, lavished in the summer of love, unfold A windfall, of resplendent uproarious hues! Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold. Forget the wrinkle cream, boxes of botox sold. Live for the weathered, rapturous arctic-cruise, Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old. The waterfall season, in serried spread, crisp and bold. The aged, with timely wisdom, impress the new. Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold. Children will jump into the latent cauldron of gold,** After the temperature’s whisked, into a heavenly brew, Where every oak and maple leaf turns, conspicuously old. Unseasonable warmth, will not withhold! Skyward eyes plead an eventual breakthrough. Water down leaves with Autumn’s spirited cold, Where every oak and maple leaf, turns, conspicuously old. 10/19/2017 Brian Strand’s Contest No 350 1st Place *Balmy - Crazy **Cauldron - Intensity of emotions

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017