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.
Welcome October you are the best.
So glad to see you before winter,
You took a twelve month rest.
Singing birds are in their nest.
Flowers blooming no more bright colors,
Welcome October you are the best.
October is from the east to the west.
We have both hibernated way too long,
You took a twelve month rest.
I see the sun coming up off the crest,
Beautiful colors to start the day.
Welcome October you are the best.
We are truly blessed,
Even if the clouds are gray.
Please be our guest.
We have missed you,
Glad you are back.
Welcome October you are the best,
You took a twelve month rest.
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.
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
Where do the pretty faeries go?
We walk the garden and sigh.
Will we ever find them though?
The ones with the fairy-like glow
Possibly we will bye and bye.
Where do the pretty faeries go?
This my husband and I both know
The garden doth not lie
Will we ever find them though?
The flowers make a beautiful show
They give us both a high
Where do the pretty faeries go?
We see the violets way down low
So dainty and so shy
Will we ever find them though?
Tied up tied with nature’s bow
With my heart I want to spy
Where do the pretty faeries go?
Will I ever find them though?
Welcome May you are the best
So glad to see you after winter
You took a twelve month rest
Singing birds are in their nest
Flowers blooming bright colors
Welcome May you are the best
May is from the east to the west
We have both hibernated way too long
You took a twelve month rest
I see the sun coming up off the crest
Beautiful colors to start the day
Welcome May you are the best
We have missed you
Glad you are back
Welcome May you are the best You took a twelve month rest
Date Written: 6/19/2020
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.
Dreams are the breath of memory
Legends of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see
Here in the garden’s treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Dreams are the breath of memory
Colors that spark a rainbow’s envy
Everywhere meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see
Flowers dancing in reverie
Birds and insects are returning
Dreams are the breath of memory
Spring is transforming dormancy
Now as days are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see
Painting a picture of harmony
Glorious outcome of all our dreaming
Dreams are the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see