Villanelle

My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about!
My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of uncertainty and things not going in our favour. It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control. While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Meditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Life-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ask Me In December
Introduction This is for Babs Iverson's "Ask Me In December" challenge which you can read about here When we talked about it, I said the flow and sound of the words reminded me of "Gone Till November" by Wyclef Jean which I will use to soundtrack this. It is a wonderful song.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
You're So Good To Me
Introduction I was listening to a CD and the song "You're So Good To Me" by the Langley Schools Music Project came on the player. The title struck me about the way my Muse is to me, and thought that could be a villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Erotic Eclipse
Exquisite you are. Come before me naked darkness bathed in light. Longing to be one, and while we’ve come so far we can only come so close.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets