Most Commented Villanelle Poems (35)

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Hot milk cake with cream cheese icing,
All baked up, ready for slicing.
No boxed mix, this is all from scratch,
Homemade batter in one big batch.

Eggs and milk and sugar and flour,
Just mixin' it up took me an hour.
Baking powder and vanilla,
Please turn the oven on will ya'?

Half an hour to bake it then,
Set on the rack to cool again.
That aroma that fills the air,
Can't resist it's ev'rywhere.

Cream cheese and butter, creamed up good,
Powdered sugar sift, just like it should.
Then some cocoa, vanilla too,
Stir it a while and mix it through.

Plate the cake and frost with care,
Made quite enough with some to spare.
The cake is made, that was my goal,
Just need someone to lick the bowl.

At first communications,
May be a little rough.
Silly misunderstandings,
And other mundane stuff.

But we keep working at it,
And things just might work out.
I'll do my part, I promise,
Of that please have no doubt.

When time passes with no word,
We tend to worry so.
But then we find the reason,
It helps so much to know.

So please don't give up ever,
And neither so will I.
Each storm we two shall weather,
As long as we both try.

Traveling the roads of destiny
many surprises to be found
each leading to some new beauty

Some journeys taken most blithely
for exotic places we are bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Fabulous sights from balcony
of spires and ancient battlegrounds
each leading to some new beauty

Journeys some take with ceremony
for new places we are now bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Paths reach out in disharmony
the right one has to be now found
each leading to some new beauty

Some of them full of tyranny
the awful silence of no sound
traveling the roads of destiny
each leading to some new beauty

They came together in passion
their love was without ration
it was so full of loving tension

Their love was one in a million
they shared only one vision
they came together in passion

They walked together in union
as if they had taken a potion
it was so full of loving tension

Dreams shared without ration
together they shared a pillow
they came together in passion

No bars here, just love's prison
their love they did not question
it was so full of loving tension

They shared just one notion
to always love with no ration
they came together in passion
it was so full of loving tension

You are my sweet, you’re my morning dew
You’ve colored my life, you take me out of the blue
How can I not love someone like you?

When the skies are blue, you turn it beautiful
When it rains in my heart you come ease the pain
You’ve colored my life, you take me out of the blue

When you’re not around, your love will remain
When I can hardly breathe, you’ll breathe for me
When it rains in my heart, you come ease the pain

You share me the secret, the depth of love for free
You’ve opened the door, held me like no one did before
When I can hardly breathe, you’ll breathe for me

I promise myself, I won’t search for another anymore
Because of you, my life has so much meaning
You’ve opened the door, held me like no one did before

I am your princess, you’re my prince charming
You are my sweet, you’re my morning dew
Because of you, my life has so much meaning
How can I not love someone like you?
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Traveling the roads of destiny
many surprises to be found
each leading to some new beauty

Some journeys taken most blithely
for exotic places we are bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Fabulous sights from balcony
of spires and ancient battlegrounds
each leading to some new beauty

Journeys some take with ceremony
for new places we are now bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Paths reach out in disharmony
the right one has to be now found
each leading to some new beauty

Some of them full of tyranny
the awful silence of no sound
traveling the roads of destiny
each leading to some new beauty

Futbol or soccer, as you will,
By far most popular of all.
But in the States another sport,
Attention grabs of most each fall.

The tackles, blocks, the hits and shots,
So physical, this manly game.
Each Sunday bodies pay the toll,
Each Monday many come up lame.

Emotional investment's key,
Ev'ry fan loyal to their team,
As players try to execute,
What coaches on the sideline scheme.

Some go too far, they smash and burn,
In drunken, rabid revelry.
But most just cheer, high five and yell,
When their home team gains victory.

It's like no other, this I'll say,
Each yard a battle, tooth and nail.
That ball is just a marker as,
The strong and swift each play prevail.

Yes true, it's just a Yankee thing,
Though other's may well understand,
How swept up in the game we get,
As Football Fever sweeps the land.

one who loved me so much
once asked,what should i give you
to remember me always,
i replayed , you just tell me
to forget you...

They swayed together in the dance of love
strangers that were captured by a hot glance
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

Hand in hand they strolled around the cove
promised that they would return to this place
they swayed together in the dance of love

walking through the glen filled with foxglove
then tenderly he led her to his place
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They stood talking, air full of scent of clove
the room was lit by candles and fireplace
they swayed together in the dance of love

Time passed soon they moved to the staircase
he helped her climb up to the bed space
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They were married in a white olive grove
spending their honeymoon at his birthplace
they swayed together in the dance of love
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour

He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour

His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour

she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour

It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour

At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour

No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour



sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering
and death.