Flowers Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Flowers Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Flowers. These are the best examples of Villanelle Flowers poems written by international poets.
Open your eyes to the detailed view
Now is your gifted chance day or night
To see the beauty like drops of dew
Valuable breaks to help you get through
Any unexpected stressful plight
Open your eyes to the detailed view
Positive thoughts from scenes that are new
A moment, a breath, a gift from sight
To see the beauty like drops of dew
Colorful birds that fly around you
The stars that are sparkling in the night
Open your eyes to the detailed view
Moments of silence show what is true
It's your choice, your life, to take the flight
To see the beauty like drops of dew
Calmness will come from places you flew
Flowers dance when you know what is right
Open your eyes to the detailed view
To see the beauty like drops of dew
Heidi Sands
6/17/24
9 Syllables
(C)opyright
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Happiness; gives sharp antithesis of lifes oblivion
Tectonic; the plate layer produces a fiery quill of lament
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Waving; a molten brush of colors, results cascadian
A surgeons gift; to be given, a unique scalpel of torment
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
Emotional eruptions; give way to a physical custodian
Islands of hope; from a mind, of seas with dubious intent
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Feelings so igneous; venting becomes it's guardian
A healing phase; melting purposely cooled stone indent
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
A cinder cone; written to perform acts so tragedian
Dormant, till; the next event of this calderas' fulfillment
A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian
When soul mirrors mourning moonrise,
rose silk ink bleeds fluent fine art,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
Forsaken flowers face grey skies,
to illuminate kohl glass heart,
when soul mirrors mourning moonrise.
Shadows swirl amidst cosmic ties,
searching for stars from miles apart,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
Dreams glow like neon gold fireflies,
yearning for songs that never depart,
when soul mirrors mourning moonrise.
Some rhymes are stained in scarlet dyes,
to thaw the pain on a night's dart,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
I paint sunsets with cold desires,
find crystal clear cues to restart,
when soul mirrors mourning moonrise,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
On birthdays, graduations, and anniversaries, days,
It's time for celebration, let us enjoy ourselves,
Forget routines and rituals, and have fun on these days.
Mingle with young and old, in courteous ways,
Revel with friends and kin, unseen for days,
On birthdays, graduations, and anniversaries, days.
Children beam with glee, the mature smirk with grace,
To everyone, it's a moment, a heartfelt embrace,
Forget routines and rituals, and have fun on these days.
We count on these days, swift in reality's race,
Gifts of flowers, wishes on cards, hopes they stay for always,
On birthdays, graduations, and anniversaries, days.
Sing and dance, be merry, feast on delights,
Precious moments, cherished and bright,
Forget routines and rituals, and have fun on these days.
On these days, let go of ominous thoughts,
In a party of celebration, let joy be sought,
On birthdays, graduations, and anniversaries, days,
Forget routines and rituals, and have fun on these days.
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Softly whisper to those souls who know –
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Morning glories in purple, blue and berry,
Delicate beauties perfect as a rainbow,
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Mountain laurels, blushing shy as January,
Colors of pink sigh in their ghostly glow,
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Lily of the valley, pristine white to marry,
Flowers so gentle, much like the willow.
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Bells of Ireland in green like the military,
Capture the gaze of every calm meadow.
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Fairy bells, bluebells and foxglove – carry
Their warmth, even melting winter’s snow,
Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.
Whispers
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
In the rolling waves of the wildflower on the hills,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
Hear the musical chirp of the little birds,
Enjoying the vast yellow mustard fields,
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
Spring has arrived with flowers in vivid colors,
Hummingbird forever whispers and hovers on the daffodils,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
The delicate pink lily magnolia scatters her petals in the winds,
It is a red petal beauty bestowed on trees and land,
Listen to the whispers in the winds.
The charming Monarch butterfly, adorned with painted wings, kissing flowers,
She must be whispering her silent music on milkweed wildflower in spring,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
All the spring splendor does not only show in day lights,
Hear the nightingale serenade her music on cherry blossoms trees in moonlit starry nights,
Listen to the whispers in the winds,
Where poppies dance and flaunt their golden colors.
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 on prey
Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn
Fragile red flowers are shorn
Petals splayed like blood after slay
In its wake leaves all to mourn
Trees fiercely blown are forlorn
Limbs hanging adown left to sway
Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn
Gales of wailing until morn
Mocking fear with its feral way
In its wake leaves all to mourn
Arrival of dawn for reborn
Lays rest to a past woeful day
Cruel, savage wind how thee scorn
In its wake leaves all to mourn
Villanelle L Milton Hankins Aug 18th, 2022
A Corner Booth and Eggs Benedict
The mood needs to be just right
Candles lit and flowers placed perfect
So fun to be in the spotlight
Winds of fortune caress this site
Our guard down, never circumspect
The mood needed to be just right
Ambiance fills the room tonight.
This dance is ours we reconnect
So fun to be in the spotlight
You played Wallflower's “One Headlight.”
Wine poured brings that care-free effect.
The mood needed to be just right.
Through stained-glass window pours moonlight.
Last dance, a time for introspect
So fun to be in the spotlight
About to see the days first light
A corner booth and eggs benedict
The mood needed to be just right
So fun to be in the spotlight
Springtime is the season of beauty and delight.
Flowers of every shape are blooming everywhere,
Observing such a view is a breathtaking sight.
Being one with nature is for filling and feels right.
Scents of roses, lilacs, and daisies fill the air,
Springtime is the season of beauty and delight.
Mama bear tends to cub and he feels alright,
An eagle soars high, I watch but they isn’t aware.
Observing such a view is a breathtaking sight.
Butterfly getting nectar had wings of gold and white.
Sitting under a peach tree, I notice a brown hare,
Springtime is the season of beauty and delight.
Robin perched on a tree limb, to take its flight,
The bird flew and April showers begin mid-air;
Observing such a view is a breathtaking sight.
Basking in the light showers, I had urge to write,
I got wet so I dashed to an abandoned campsite
Springtime is the season of beauty and delight;
Observing such a view is a breathtaking sight.
* If this poem looks a bit familiar it’s because I changed
up a similar poem to make it in to the Villanelle form. Enjoy
04/18/2022
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Brilliant smiles of tulips and daffodils so bright
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
Dancing to the glow of a lemony sunshine, worshiping
The Creator of hearts and souls, the hope, the light
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Grace brings the wonder of faith more alive than anything
His love rains down with feeling, passion bound to excite
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
Laughing colors so beautiful they almost sing
Shadowing reflections with feelings that will unite
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Tender leaves bud as eager petals sway and swing
Blowing kisses against the stardust dreams of the night
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
His wonderous brush paints silently, as He is king
There comes the time of appreciation for His insight
Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring
Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
April 12, 2022
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Connecting to earth as life is renewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
Spring is the time for some garden grooming
Squirrels jump up and down in search of food
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Carnations, crocus, lilies are looming
With roses, red bells, jasmines all bedewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
Sunshiny weather is now resuming
Joyful energy, nature does exude
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Songbirds tweet tweet and spend their time pluming
Lush verdure enhances everyone's mood
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
The zephyr has a pleasant perfuming
With vivacity, bright skies are imbued
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
A kaleidoscope of colours booming
12th April, 2022
For Sotto Poet's "Springtime villanelle" contest
I am waiting for Springtime ... to arrive,
and all the Spring flowers buds to bloom bright;
I pray that my planted flowers will thrive !
Sadly- it snowed and I hope they survive,
all they need is many days of sunlight;
I am waiting for Springtime ... to arrive !
Have to work hard to keep them all alive,
for there are still some chances of frostbite;
I pray that my planted flowers will thrive !
Will vigorously go all out- and strive,
waiting for that awesome multi hued sight;
I am waiting for Springtime ... to arrive !
Into the sweet tulips I want to dive,
and the daisies- hyacinths purple and white;
I pray that my planted flowers will thrive !
Will let them grow wild- I never contrive,
and if they wilt I know how to revive;
I am waiting for Springtime . . . to arrive,
I pray that my planted flowers will thrive !
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April 08, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/Waiting for Springtime
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1446-373-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Springtime Villanelle
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 05/06/2022
First Place
Beauty fills my eyes on this fine Spring day,
where nothing seems off kilter or amiss,
a breeze tickles tulips until they sway.
Butterflies emerge as though they're at play,
now set free from their metamorphosis.
Beauty fills my eyes on this fine Spring day.
Flowers bloom in an enchanting array.
Their fragrance gives me cause to reminisce
a breeze tickles tulips until they sway.
Bees sip nectar, when from a hive they stray.
With care, Mother Nature is not remiss.
Beauty fills my eyes on this fine Spring day.
Clouds are gray. A shower is on its way
to quench the thirst of blossoms with a kiss.
a breeze tickles tulips until they sway.
My sanctuary has a bright display,
I find peace in my backyard oasis.
Beauty fills my eyes on this fine Spring day.
a breeze tickles tulips until they sway.
April 7, 2022
Springtime Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral
No tear-jerking poems are to be recited,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
Flowers I’ll appreciate your being liberal
You see, where I wound up, I’m delighted
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
I’m inclined to favor simple things doable
No limousine, no eternal gas flame ignited
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
I’m taking with me all my meager collateral,
If you planned to inherit don’t get excited
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
If you do not agree, please do not be critical
I have done my very best to be foresighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
I suppose some will think me rather radical
But then, I’m inclined to be farsighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
written March 25, 2022
I had followed a path labyrinthine,
all around me nature whispered hello;
while, I was sitting in a lovely scene.
Everything was beautiful and lush green,
oh, to find a vast delightful meadow;
I had followed a path labyrinthine.
Standing among flowers and grass serene,
I let go of all my sadness and woe;
while, I was sitting in a lovely scene.
With my dress and hat I was a sun queen,
it would make a nice painting by Van Gogh;
I had followed a path labyrinthine.
Birds twitter, tweet songs hidden and unseen,
the breeze gentle and the sun a warm glow;
while, I was sitting in a lovely scene.
It was the most divine place I have seen,
writing in a journal, I just let go;
while, I was sitting in a lovely scene,
I had followed a path labyrinthine.
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February 24, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/Finding Peace in Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1433-365-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, An Original Villanelle Contest
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 03/03/2022
Third Place