Kids Villanelle Poems | Examples
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I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.
Not cognizant, the mortal dim of eyes -
On twilight’s breast, my coalescent seams.
Kids’ adorn’d my hair - my birthday crown, beams.
No strength to snuff the light…I see the skies.
I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.
Too young, yet old…what now…too late for schemes.
I’m in the nest, grieving…oh how time flies!
On twilight’s breast, my coalescent seams.
In sorrow’s weep, bereft kiss of moonbeams.
As nighttime falls, time to say our goodbyes.
I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.
The solemn room grows loud with requiems.
This poignant temp’ral tick - my mom’s-heart’ cries.
On twilight’s breast, my coalescent seams.
Beyond horizon, ageless pleasant streams.
Forth flowing peace of God…the last sunrise.
I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.
Earth’s solemn breast - death’s coalescent seams.
8/8/2022
FIRST PERSON VILLANELLE
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Used howmanysyllables and rhymezone
It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.
Let’s have a big outdoors wing-ding.
Who could resist the springtime view?
It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
The trilling birds are on the wing.
New blooms are lovely; skies are blue.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.
Cool rain is Queen; the sun is King.
The season’s fun, kids now pursue.
It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
Bright kites float high on lengthy string
when springtime makes its grand debut.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.
The young and young-at-heart will sing
of love, and some will say “I do.”
It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.
February 24, 2022
entered in the Original Villanelle Contest
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
March 4, 2022
entered in the Brian Strand Form Contest
April 6, 2022
entered in Sotto Poet's Springtime Villanelle Contest Placed 1st
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits
Smile at me only if your grin extends to your gaze.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
I provide you dreams that rouse hope and grace.
I propose to you hues of joy as the glow of blaze.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
I offer you tender and heartfelt views and embrace.
My gift to you is wider than just my inheritance phase.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
My awe for you is akin though an angel aloft in space.
The ease of life is the fruit of giving in lovely praise.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
The prize I'm giving you is wiser than the cosmos ace.
The present I am giving you is a prize from the uprise.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
You, my kids, are the sunrise that dulls the fiercest case.
My gift to you is pure, total commitment! and love rays
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
Written: June 26, 2021
The Gift That I Give You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
When I die
I give the Pulitzer Board
Permission
To exhume my lyrics
And some overweight ME
Will put my verses on a slab
Going thru my stanzas for tone
looking for assonance and
Consonance in my bones
As my family waits around to see
If i really was a great poet
And they will probe my lines
for cadence
Meter and Trochee
Taking notes
As they dissect
My poetry
They will say I was anemic
On my tercets
And many of my quatrains were forced
As they search for the source
One of the examiners
will write on his tablet
That I never wrote
A Sestina or villanelle
They will note, He was good.
But his books didn't really sell.
The NAACP will close that he didn’t
Represent the Black community
Like King or Rosa Parks
Leaving my legacy a question mark
And no one will be specifically sure
If I advanced the Black Race
Leaving the matter a Cold Case
My kids will ask
But what does all this mean?
Was he really a great poet?
Was he as good as Frost or Hughes
The examiner will stare confused
The autopsy will be intrusive
And they will say:
REPORT INCONCLUSIVE!!
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
It is not due to hairspray or baby oil; it's our fate.
Rapidly melting Arctic glaciers are causing damage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Carbon from fossil fuels is the major emission element.
A ferocious shockwave of metabolic blaze stage.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Concerns around the ozone hole depletion sprout.
Sea level is rising due to melting ice and warmer plage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
War and turmoil look trivial compared to climate.
Despite that our kids are at risk, newly threats emerge.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
To allow plant life to thrive, we need to alter our zest.
Retain the air safe and car-free with zero carbon discharge.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Written April 20, 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Come Christmas Eve, I'd hear the church bells peal,
accompanied by carolers singing:
as kids, we believed Santa was real.
Ogling our gifts triggered a smile or squeal,
while singing songs, of jingle bells, ringing:
come Christmas Eve, I'd hear the church bells peal.
I can't describe the happiness I'd feel,
dreaming of what Rudolph might be bringing:
as kids, we believed Santa was real.
Mom would prepare a festive turkey meal
while we dodged snowballs, the kids kept flinging:
come Christmas Eve, I'd hear the church bells peal.
When I was young, Christmas was a big deal
mainly due to my parents' upbringing:
as kids, we believed Santa was real.
The holiday season increased our zeal
to build forts, while the snow's wet and clinging.
Come Christmas Eve, I'd hear the church bells peal:
as kids, we believed Santa was real.
The Christmas Spirit is in the air.
Santa’s workshop is very busy tonight.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.
To bring cheer to children everywhere,
Getting each toy delivered is Santa’s plight,
The Christmas Spirit is in the air.
No Douglas fir in the world would be left bare.
Kids from all over will feel sunny and bright.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.
Santa and his head elf are quite the pair.
Rudolph is ready for an amazing flight.
The Christmas spirit is in the air.
Spreading Christmas cheer is a joint affair.
Santa and his helpers are a beacon of light.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.
It will be such a magical time to share
because of its splendor this night.
The Christmas spirit is in the air.
Elves will handle gifts with care.
Contest: Deck The Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
12/01/2020
Eager children await sweet treats
And colourful bags that have been filled
As well as pumpkins lined up to greet
Their tricks make the treats increase
All of the kids are thrilled
Eager children await sweet eats
A Jack-o-lantern is the centrepiece
And a black cat has just appeared
Pumpkins flicker along the streets
In scary ghosts, there's no belief
Ghost hunters are thrilled
Reaching out their hands for treats
Singing to the beat
Of cupcakes colour-sprinkled
Pumpkins are chanting along the street
Tonight, there'll be a feast
As Halloweeners' wishes are fulfilled
Eager witches give kids sweet treats
As ghouls and goblins fly to drumbeats!
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
His life, and others too, he’ll devastate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
A lunacy infection in him lay
simmering, his heart to penetrate.
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
For on a night of moon’s full bloom in May,
he saw the face which led him to this gate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
His passion for her grew with each foray
estranging him from his kids and dear mate.
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
She launched his thousand ships, then went away.
His plan , like waxing moon, would soon gestate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
Now he waits for take-off on the runway-
not knowing of his flame’s marital state!
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
Jan. 21, 2020
N/A in Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle' Poetry Contest
(except for me, it's my ONLY villanelle in a year)
Now I enter it in John Hamilton's 'N-A rerun 5' Contest
With all my heart I love you so
Since the very first day we met
I thought I just let you know
Our love is stronger and continues to grow
There had been no sense of regret
With all my heart I love you so
You have always been there when times were low
No broken vows of passion as of yet
I thought I just let you know
Three simple words that let my feelings show
Obstacles in our past we now forget
With all my heart I love you so
You'll always be in my heart wherever you go
And with three growing kids I have certainly no regret
I thought I just let you know
We've been together now - twenty years ago
even from the very first day we met
With all my heart I love you so
I thought I just let you know
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean
At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
I kept those little pigs alive
to stall the beasty, pursed to huff,
while piglets fled and still survive.
They live immortal and contrive
the hungry masher to rebuff.
I kept those little pigs alive.
Their only goal was to deprive,
escaping sometimes in the buff,
the piglets fled and still survive.
My story told again to five,
while kiddies shivered at the chuff,
I kept those little pigs alive.
In rapt attention they arrive
to hear the tale, told off the cuff
of pigs who ran and still survive.
My sound effects resembled jive
as kids' excitement gathered fluff;
I kept those little pigs alive,
the ones who fled and still survive.
On golden beach beneath blue sky,
With fishing nets beside the pier.
Two friends forever you and i.
As kids together spirits high.
We played our games without a tear,
On golden beach beneath blue sky.
One day so sad,you said goodbye.
We kept in touch most weeks each year,
Two friends forever you and i.
Conscription came,i do know why.
The battle cries rang loud and clear.
On golden beach beneath blue sky
Now soiled with blood in my minds eye.
My duty now confronts my fear.
Two friends forever you and i,
As foes together fight or die.
Survivors both, we did appear,
On golden beach beneath blue sky.
Still friends forever you and i.
I want to confess as I have committed a sin,
Sitting idly in my emotional incapacities
Conscious that this is only television screen.
I see people being butchered like flies therein
Women being gang-raped in large degrees
I want to confess as I have committed a sin.
The school kids getting burnt alive within,
Due to the negligence causing short circuits,
Conscious that this is only television screen.
With mere curiosity I watch each of the scenes,
I want to cry, get angry but can’t, my apologies!
I want to confess as I have committed a sin
I am taught not to dwell long on any scene,
As I can view next day’s batch of goodies
Conscious that this is only television screen.
All of my emotions whirled into the screen
Getting a call for hangout from my buddies.
I want to confess as I have committed a sin
Conscious that this is only television screen.
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May 2, 2014
Form: Villanelle
Fourth Place win
Contest: Irritate Me by Charlotte Puddifet
The things that lurk I dare not lark
For nothing is ever what it seems
In that lonesome and eldritch dark
Sounds of melancholy lark
Harboring thoughts that suddenly gleam
Those eerie sounds I dare not hark
Kids that once laughed through out this park
Now swallowed whole by nightmarish dreams
In the lonesome and eldritch dark
It comes to me, sudden and stark
What was there in the light of moonbeams
But, no, I mustn't stop to hark
Something as rare as Noah's ark;
A shadow a-midst a silent stream
In that lonesome and eldritch dark
The devil himself won't embark
I solemnly swear I've heard his screams
And lord have mercy, I stopped to hark,
In that unforgiving eldritch dark!