This is an example of a villanelle poem written by David Trinidad.
When you grow up, what will you do?
Please come to my tea party.
I'm Chatty Cathy. Who are you?
Let's take a trip to the zoo.
Tee-hee, tee-hee, tee-hee. You're silly!
When you grow up, what will you do?
One plus one equals two.
It's fun to learn your ABCs.
I'm Chatty Cathy. Who are you?
Please help me tie my shoe.
Can you come out and play with me?
When you grow up, what will you do?
The rooster says cock-a-doodle-doo.
Please read me a bedtime story.
I'm Chatty Cathy. Who are you?
Our flag is red, white and blue.
Let's makebelieve you're Mommy.
When you grow up, what will you do?
I'm Chatty Cathy. Who are you?
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Thank you for your poetry. Ya'll are such asn inspiration tio my poetry. I am ecstatic to see what more you will write.
Best of Luck!!
This poem inspires how i live now, it is beautiful, it flows well and it is very pink (in a good way). This poems are literary masterpieces and they should be published for public enjoyment. I for one imagine myself reading these poems by the fire on a cold winter day, weeping at their beauty.
Love, Bob
Here is a villanelle that I found on the Internet by J. Zimmerman. I thought it was pretty good but slightly morbid
At the village entrance, the glass casket, full
of human bones, meets the traveler to Crete.
The moon gleams like a skull upon each skull.
Fishermen (fathers, husbands, or sons of these sorrowful
fragments) ferried to ships the Allies in retreat.
At the village entrance, the glass casket, full
of ghosts of women and children torn fearful
from cottages, remembers the Nazi military elite.
The moon gleams like a skull upon each skull,
upon slim bones from arms that once could lull
babies, and upon bones from babies feet.
At the village entrance, the glass casket, full
of thighbones, commemorates those too slow to haul
themselves into the hills. In the evening heat,
the moon gleams like a skull upon each skull.
Three decades later, German sailors, dull
to history, laugh together jostling on a seat
at the village entrance - the glass casket. Full
the moon gleams like a skull upon each skull.
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I am still crying at how good these poems are, you are as good of a poet as Shakespeare, as smart as Einstien and if i were you i would pursue a career of writing poetry because you have inspired me.
I enjoyed learning about a form of poetry that I hadn't ever heard of. Thanks for the good information.
I like your poetry
I thought that this poem was creepy. I thought that it had a message under it that was like a horror movie or something. When I read below that it was a nightmare, I understood. I was a little creeped out. I thought that the rhyme scheme and form and all was good, but the poem its' self was creepy.
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love the colors on your website :)
this poem is great!!!
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