Villanelles Poems - Poems about Villanelles

VILLANELLES IV She Always Grew Roses by Michael R. Burch a belated eulogy for my grandmother, Lillian Lee Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. “Too little loved by the ego in its poses, she always grew roses.” What the heart would embrace, the ego opposes, fritters away, and sometimes bulldozes. Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. “Too little loved...

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These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems... Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution by Michael R. Burch My New Year’s resolution? I require your money and votes, for *you* are *my* retribution. May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats and bigger and deeper moats as part of my sweet resolution? Please consider a YUGE contribution, a mountain of lovely C-notes, for *you* are *my* retribution. Revenge...

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Villanelle by Michael R. Burch Is poetry mere turning of a phrase? Has prose become its height and depth and sum? What happened to the songs of yesterdays? Does prose leave all nine Muses vexed and glum, with fingers stuck in ears, till hearing’s numbed? Is poetry mere turning of a phrase? Should we cut loose, drink, guzzle jugs of rum, write prose nonstop,...

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Villanelles The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain. Villanelle: The Divide by Michael R. Burch The sea was not salt the first tide... was man born to sorrow that first day, with the moon, a pale beacon across the Divide, the brighter for longing, an object denied, the tug at his heart's pink, bourgeoning...

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The following are Ten Villanelles written over a couple of nights. I was numbering them because I knew I wouldn't be able to post all at the same time. The Villanelle is repetitive and maybe that's the reason I like it so much, or maybe the reason I use it so much. The thougts playing...

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2 Always the hint of hurt is the words I say Sadly I don't know what else can now be I began with only one message to convey Lost, hurt, unable to control pain as I lay A great journey began, but I'm lost at sea Always the hint of hurt in the words I say Looking for happiness I continue to...

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3 Love on my tongue the words now at the tip Second thoughts and doubts kept me quiet Chance never waits, away time does slip Memories and dreams make the heart skip A dead dream dominates my day and night Love on my tongue the words now at the tip I start to enter in a final plea but bite my lip Holding...

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4 We started close but have grown a stray You're facing something extremely sad We're moving apart, but I'm not far away You are in my thoughts every single day For not knowing your situation I feel bad We started close but have grown a stray To reconcile our indifference I seek a way This is the first step I take on pen...

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5 Maybe it's much too little much too late As I try to rectify mistake after mistake What was shared, I greatly appreciate Too many times I leave things with fate Sleeping when I know I should be awake Maybe it's much too little much too late A zombie existence my current state Existing in life, but not able to partake What was shared,...

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6 I have searched constantly, no one there Loneliness accompanies me in this quest So much left undone, so much left to share If this is a race, I'm the tortoise, life the hare Sadly passes and renders test after test I have searched constantly, no one there To make myself a victim, I will not dare I surely have blame, you know...

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7 Finally stopping to catch my breath I am lost now Knowing where I failed, my very worst decision Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how What good is the field if the farmer cannot plow Just getting by day after day without any vision Finally stopping to catch my breath I'm lost now Nothing inspires, nothing causes that internal...

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8 Who can even understand these words of insanity I write with the feeling I'm the only one who will care Considerations not made in selfishness or vanity I look for some hope, but there is nothing left to see No more special moments will we be able to share Who can even understand these words of insanity I search for any...

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9 How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies The only future I vision, is always tied to the past All this happened for a reason is one of many lies That may sound crazy, but I know what it implies There's no reason in this, opportunities were vast How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies In the pain, suffering and...

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10 To move forward what would that possibly entail An idea so strange, that I cannot even conceive Knowing that I'm lost, still enchanted by your spell You should consider all this, and consider it well Maybe one day you'll wake up seeking a reprieve To move forward what would that possibly entail In good responsible decisions I hardly ever excel If I...

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