Fear Villanelle Poems

Villanelle
by Michael R. Burch

Is poetry mere turning of a phrase?
Has prose become its height and depth and sum?
What happened to the songs of yesterdays?

Does prose...

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I'd spread my wings to soar in flight
If I but had the courage to make the leap
Brave and bold I'd face the morning light

I'd rage...

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As shadows dance on my wall,
I lie awake in bed.
Who has come to call?
Was that a noise in the hall?
Or was it just in my...

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Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Hold thy breath for combat into that coveted dress
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true...

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Written 20 December 2023 
Get Ready Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

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Get Ready! 

Get ready, for New Year’s almost here.
Though last year may have been gray,
look forward with faith and have no fear.

Much you can do...

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He was a violent slasher in a movie,
there was no way for him to spook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;

A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy,
when a fear...

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Oh old weed 
Thy feet weathered 
Like that of a tree 

Like a child 
Always carried 
Thy beauty left behind 

Trembling feet 
What a painful...

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What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
My dread began in 2006, on TV his face did appear
The Burger King with the...

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Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn
Howling like wolves with much to say
In its wake leaves all to mourn

Grasped with biting breath and torn
Frenzy hunter feeding...

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What she might have been was hidden
Beneath self-destruction and depression
Despair so black it silenced light, war-ridden

Life without purpose, true love forbidden
Leaving darkest doubt lost in...

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It crept in with the peaceful night,
Slipping softly into troubled dreams,
Unaware of our desperate plight.

A friendly smile, the flag held tight,
Neighbors watch as we move...

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"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson
and made me stronger."
--Constance La France


Life is a shared gift that takes my walk slow.
It's up to...

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They grin and sneer, then turn away quickly
Following their lead, my heart slowly recedes
Never without their tales, some quite sickly

They listen to many stories, gossiping...

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A LONELY PATH

Now wandering lonely, in a shroud
No longer seen by those he knew
But now mute, unable to speak aloud

Invisible, in almost every crowd
Over time,...

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