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.
to wend through golden grasses of my past
with chill winds at my back from o'er the hill
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
thus far behind me stands that boy, miscast
while just a jester, much too bright and shrill
to wend through golden grasses of my past
the latter lad, thus pressed to love too fast
so saved his heart to burnish, soft and still
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
he stumbled into manhood, loves amassed
with wisdom gained from tragedy and thrill
to wend through golden grasses of my past
encumbrances and burdens grew too vast
while finding warmth in darkness and a pill
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
so now I cross the fields of time, steadfast
renewed with all the love one heart can will
to wend through golden grasses of my past
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
These stairs have wept a million tears
walking from parking lot to hospital room
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
Through shadows and shame, past years
Blessed by the memoires who consume
These stairs have wept a million tears
With the music of a soul ringing in my ears
There’s more love and grace than gloom
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
Families, friends, echoing their cheers
There’s more to this story than doom
These stairs have wept a million tears
The room grows silent when the dust clears
Soon the dream’s soundless spring will bloom
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
In seas of wonder, my gentle volunteers
Remembering, He once rose from a tomb
These stairs have wept a million tears
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
The bees buzzed "how on earth does your garden grow?"
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Bearing trowels and soil, the green fingered sing
With love and Godspeed where the sun is aglow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
Butterflies fluttered a tune with a soft swing
Circling to watch seedlings, raise their bows below
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
I ponder the music this blessing may bring
Nurturing my floral scores to sprout and grow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
To yield classic creations - I know one thing
It’s good to have a skilled gardener in tow
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
Summer opened the performance with a fling
Where arrays of rich colours and great heights flow
Zinnia Jazz called at the daybreak of Spring
And the fresh season tapped in time with a zing
There's an earthiness to each scented breeze,
and a warm caress in the Sun's embrace:
revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease.
The ice melts as rivers slowly unfreeze,
while the daffodils dare to show their face:
there's an earthiness to each scented breeze.
Based upon the weatherman's expertise:
a shift of seasons is set to take place;
revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease.
Where Chinooks wrestled Winter to Her knees
weaving snowflakes into patches of lace:
there's an earthiness to each scented breeze.
Robin-red-breasts herald the honeybees,
while snowmen disappear without a trace:
revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease.
Anxieties instantly start to ease,
and doldrums depart at a quickened pace.
Revealing the telltale signs of Spring's tease:
there's an earthiness to each scented breeze.
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.
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain
Like high hopes, they command my attention
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.
Plans so rich in their promise I feel the strain
Vying with each other in bouts of contention
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain.
With just a few I’d have so much to gain
But I’d need a giant storehouse for retention
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.
These fantastic ideas fall like a spring rain
I’d list them, but there are too many to mention
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain.
I haven’t the time to explore or explain
The intricacies of each, depth, or dimension
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain,
Then, they come to me, a deluge so plain
Sometimes causing me much apprehension
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.
Written November 7, 2022
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late
My wife is to be hanged the following day
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Oh Martha I’ve sinned, though not what they state
There shall be no confession, so here I will lay
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I’ve afflicted no person to meet this gruesome fate
Accused by a witch they say changed her way
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Three days pass, my conviction won't abate
Stone by stone, my hope for reason gone astray
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
Crushed to dust, before they’ll clean my slate
Oh Miss. Hobbs, for your betrayal you will pay
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
I will never plead. More weight, more weight.
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow
Creation zest birthing bud, bulb and bloom
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Highlighting beauty of garden tableau
Designed by the Lord Who overcomes gloom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow.
While welcoming abundant blessings’ flow
Spring birds chirp in glad symphony costume
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Cascading crystals conquer crisis’ woe
As abundant harvests waft blessings boom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow.
Flower terraces in radiant show
Bring cheer midst daffodils and lilacs’ zoom
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Enthralled by grace-delights hearts can’t outgrow
Grateful that God restores* to vanquish doom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
*Psalm 23:3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
May 5, 2022
1st place, "Springtime Villanelle" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 5/6/2022.
Let’s go frolic on the landscape of spring
And relish jubilant nature’s beauty
That satiates our glorious wondering.
Exuding brightness from its paths that bring
Showers of bliss in limitless bounty
Let’s go frolic on the landscape of spring.
Bellowing songs of insects and birds ring
Thanking God’s love and graces aplenty
While flower-trees raise their hands, adoring.
Dragonflies and bees swirl around like string
As we twirl, butterflies play…so pretty!
Let’s all frolic on the landscape of spring.
Floral vines boast on high walls, all flaring
And balmy breeze drops petals-confetti
Catch them under the sunray’s offering.
View from the hill the clear lake’s mirroring
The rainbow colors with large quantity
Let’s all frolic on the landscape of spring
That satiates our glorious wondering.
May 3, 2022 1.52pm
Springtime Villanelle
Contest Judged: 5/6/2022 11:07:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Place 4 (only the last w)
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.
May 2, 2022 for Sotto Poet's Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
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
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!
The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy,
Timely changes in weather never my glee block;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
Newborn baby animals race around in cloy,
In ponds around, bullfrogs in chorus gaily croak;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!
Breeze, as though touch me not, feels me and fades in coy,
Within feelings, like salsa, to xylophones, rock;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
Seed drowsing, spring up and shoot up fresh green savoy,
Migratory birds to their homelands fly in flock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though, a little boy...!
Sunshine! Shower! Wedding of foxes! Dogs convoy!
Ducks and geese and swans and swamps display their catwalk;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!
15 April 2022
Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Our spring delivers magic every year-
the time when we applaud its wake-up sign,
as overnight new buds seem to appear!
The days turn longer, warmer- and it's clear
Forsythia splash gold upon the vine!
Our spring delivers magic every year.
Soon, yellow Daffodils bring us more cheer;
sway in the breeze- so graceful by design-
as overnight new buds seem to appear!
The Violets, on lawns both far and near,
in clusters form- with clover they combine.
Our spring delivers magic every year.
And, Dogwood trees stage for a new premiere;
with blossoms- pink or white, look so divine-
as overnight new buds seem to appear.
The spring landscape becomes a new frontier,
when winter passes, gives up to consign-
our spring delivers magic every year-
as overnight new buds seem to appear.
April 12, 2022
Contest: Springtime Villanelle
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
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