Spring Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Spring Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Villanelle Spring poems written by international poets.
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
Ocean wake
Longing for a rest
Decides time for a break
Reaching land, sounding a thunderous shake
Delivering crimson colors, courtesy of a spring friendly pest
Ocean wake
Hiding deadly evils, created with mother nature's stake
Cleaning up the murderous dining hour debatable test
Decides time for a break
Pondering action of a perceived, underwatering menacing fake
Presenting bridging evidence, hoping the harboring fugitive will confess
Ocean wake
Protecting situation, it did make
Creating a bloody mess
Decides time for a break
Remember when flowing in a timid lake
Where rough behavior is less
Ocean wake
Decides time for a break
Enchanted by this lovely clement day
while writing poems like Calliope -
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.
To see the sun come up above the bay
as shadows of the pre-dawn quickly flee -
enchanted by this lovely clement day.
To hear the cheerful chirping of a jay
as I sit underneath a cherry tree,
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.
To smell the fragrant rose bushes of May
and hear the buzzing of a honeybee -
enchanted by this lovely clement day.
To watch new birds performing their ballet
in azure heavens as they glide so free,
I wish in springtime I could ever stay.
To ponder how sun slowly slips away
inside a pink-streaked sky, then down to sea,
I wish in springtime I could ever stay -
enchanted by this lovely clement day.
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.
When spring is like the dawning sun
through frosted panes anticipate
the morning after winter's done.
In vernal womb where life's begun
the anxious babes of summer wait
when spring is like the dawning sun.
Another lace of frost is spun,
the doily art, so brief, abates
the morning after winter's done.
So weary of cold winter fun
and melting paths of ski and skate
when spring is like the dawning sun.
Then off to blossom's orchards run
to challenge life while tempting fate!
The morning after winter's done.
We sip rewards, a race now won -
a yellow hug of warmth awaits,
when spring is like the dawning sun
the morning after winter's done.
April's Pink Moon lures the rain king,
from a storm to a gentle squall;
She is the reason robins sing.
Orchestrating the birth of spring
life's obedient to Her call;
She is the reason robins sing.
Reflecting the light sunbeams bring
She morphs into a bright pink ball;
orchestrating the birth of spring.
She glows, within, a golden ring,
and beams Her gentle light to all;
She is the reason robins sing.
She comes when icicles still cling
and snow covers the death of fall,
orchestrating the birth of spring.
In a midnight sky, She's everything
wearing misty drops like a shawl.
April's Pink Moon lures the rain king
She is the reason; robins sing.
(Villanelle)
9/25/2017
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.
Cold is the night and dark and long
though with the gloom bleak humour comes
we'll make it through, our love is strong
North wind howls under midnight's gong
and buries all neath ice and snow
cold is the night and dark and long
Silence deep as snowflakes throng
unbidden doubt ousts fragile sleep
we'll make it through, our love is strong
On melting snow, black springtails sprong
in tribute to sun's slow return
though night is cold and dark and long
From cedar green, red cardinal's song
foretells of warmer days to come
we'll make it through, our love is strong
With sun's return spring comes along
snow melts, rain falls and life glows green
the days are warm, the sun is strong
we made it through, our love is long
1/25/2016
In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin, their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy
Singing songs that fill the air.
Contagious is the song they sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
Their melodies are beyond compare.
They make a weary heart take wing,
singing songs that fill the air.
Happy they, no burden to bare,
when their rich songs they shall sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
Sad thoughts you cannot share
when listening to the song they bring,
singing songs that fill the air.
Their lilting voices in the air
are welcoming the coming Spring.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.
I shall hum while they sing with flair
and all around us music will ring.
Singing songs that fill the air,
the canaries are joyful, without a care.
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