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Villanelle School Poems | Villanelle Poems About School

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Details | Villanelle |


Consuming Failure

Pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
lest you believe the music makes him strut
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

the cooling of the iron his sole treat
keep moving to avoid the final cut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

harsh tempo of perfections searing heat
obsession with the ifs, and whens, and buts
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

performing in the hope of winning seat
an endless line that must remain uncut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

there is in heated battle no retreat
for some the dancer’s door will soon slam shut 
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

accept in simple failure your defeat
perfections long sought peak a muddy rut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet


submitted to – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |


May all our dreams forever stay
Sparkling in our minds
We won’t lose sight of what we want today

Our school work is finished, we’ve written our last essay
Perfected, is how we are defined
May all our dreams forever stay

Today, we stand as one, beating all cliché
A clique like us, impossible to confine
We won’t lose sight of what we want today

When bewildered, we are not, afraid to kneel and pray
Even in our youth, sometimes we must unwind
May all our dreams forever stay

Although we know not, what awaits us at bay
Keep parading forward, ‘cause now there’s no rewind
We won’t lose sight of what we want today

We did it guys! Look at us in our array
Success ahead and behind
All our dreams will forever stay,
We won’t lose sight of what we want today!

For: Catie Lindsey-Villanelle Me contest
© all rights reserved
Written: 5/24/11

Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011

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