Villanelle Six

The twin sister of Broken Villanelle. This is more true to the villanelle style. If you want a free verse/villanelle hybrid, check out the other one. Both are six poems in one. Enjoy!

I am not a warm person, my good man

I sit in a room and stare at a screen

I search through my mind, and peer through a dream

 

I wander alone, on my plastic chair throne

I cough when I sleep, I laugh when you weep

I am not a warm person, my good man

 

I flounder past the wonders of some two

Dimensional beings, sampling the screen

I search through my mind, and peer through a dream

 

The ends justify the means, the world is

Oversaturated, diseased, you see

I am not a warm person, my good man

 

Some call me a rain cloud, others a machine

A fiend with oil slick veins, water drowned leafs

I search through my mind, and peer through a dream

 

Although I have my beliefs, reality

Is not my vision, prison, outside reach

I am not a warm person, my good man

I search through my mind, and peer through a dream

 

I am all alone, or so it would seem

My purgatory, insantuary

An isolated vagabond, can’t move on

 

I’m cold to the teeth, biting at life’s feet

Wait for fresh meat, savour defeat

An isolated vagabond, I can’t move on

 

I subjugate my time, rhyme with my speech

When the colours of life are sept in bleach

I am all alone, or so it would seem

 

What memories do you need, from history?

Laugh through madness, gasp through disaster, drown

An isolated vagabond, I can’t move on

 

I stood among the others my brothers

Left me silent, quiet, loveless, alive

I am all alone, or so it would seem

 

Simply to be, fulfill my soft human needs

Until my hubris bleeds, my devils freed

I am all alone, or so it would seem

An isolated vagabond, I can’t move on

 

I’ve been left behind, it’s time that I leave

Where the ones gone unseen, can’t smile or be

Half-dead, hung by a thread, stitch back the seams

 

Though the sand the particles of rock are

Disconnected, in their own flawed perfection

I’ve been left behind, it’s time that I leave

 

Slip through your fingers, the harder you clench

Can they comprehend, dismembering men?

Half-dead, hang by a thread, stitch back the seams

 

I wish I could be something I am not

Someone better, one mentally well off

I’ve been left behind, it’s time that I leave

 

But I am not God, solidified, strong

Cannot be anything but children in need

Half-dead, hang by a thread, stitch back the seams

 

Doesn’t matter if I come undone, blood

Flows, runs, dries, dies, sates life revitalized

I’ve been left behind, it’s time that I leave

Half-dead, hang by a thread, stitch back the seams

 

Low loner,  under well-ordered street corner

The evening, snow falling, the stars calling

The four leaf clover grows from the sunrise

 

Every life matters, even souls shatter

Iron hearts splatter, metal minds ravaged

Low loner, under well-ordered street corner

 

Grieving through the morning, day’s orange greeting

Life feeding will-power, reason, fiercely

The four leaf clover grows from the sunrise

 

Gather all life around, before sundown

Every human being, deserves to be free

Low loner, under well-ordered street corner

 

For I was just like you, cold under moon

Flourishing flora rewarded guided

The four left clover grows from the sunrise

 

Even love starved loners can be lucky

Even cold frozen clovers are lovely

Low loner, under well-ordered street corner

The four leaf clover grows from the sunrise

 

I will not be deemed unworthy of love

I do not fight righteously with no heart

For my life, to be abused, inhuman, wrong

 

I keep moving, forward, and I don’t care

If you try to stop me, if the folks stare

I will not be deemed unworthy of love

 

I am more than flesh and blood pulsating

Words are more than spit, tongue, articulated

For my life, to be abused, inhuman, wrong

 

I fight for the right to live, won’t give in

When the people look at me grin, sinning

I will not be deemed unworthy of love

 

I am alive, glowing like a rainbow

Knowing and hoping, loving and open

For me, to be abused, inhuman, wrong

 

Is proof of my humanity, sanity

Cracked imagination, but managing

I will not be deemed unworthy of love

For my life, to be abused, inhuman, wrong

 

For love is to mourn, and time is to grieve

I am all alone, or so it would seem

If you take time to see, breath colour, be

 

Imaginary, world’s full of meaning

I search through my mind, and peer through a dream

For love is to mourn, and time is to greive

 

Fresh morning eyes, for a moment shut tight

The four leaf clover grows from the sunrise

If you take time to see, breathe colour, be

 

Life is a poem, as warm as the breeze

I’ve been left behind, it’s time that I leave

For love is to mourn, and time is to grieve

 

For after all of my pain, I’m still young

I will not be deemed unworthy of love

If you take time to see breathe colour, be

 

My blood flows thickly, towards the minute

I’m done, and I will move on, and I will be strong

For love is to mourn, and time is to grieve

If you take time to see, breathe colour, be

 

I search through my mind, and peer through a dream  

I am not a warm person, my good man           

I am all alone, or so it would seem           

For my life, to be abused, inhuman, wrong

Half-dead, hang by a thread, stitch back the seams    

An isolated vagabond, I can’t move on           

Low loner, under well-ordered street corner   

I will not be deemed unworthy of love

For love is to mourn, and time is to grieve

The four leaf clover grows from the sunrise     

I’ve been left behind, it’s time that I leave    

If you take time to see, breathe colour, be

 

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

powerful write jack,loved the theme of it

[Ghost writer]

I like the thought that was put into your end lines, very interesting

[Fran Marie]

Great piece of writing here you did your free verse hybrid villanelli I read all 5 plus the total main lines in the sixth..my hats off to you ..I've written villanellea to regular rhyme form ..never anything like this..love the details and descriptions used..and how all six followed the same theme and thought process blending so well..an impressive piece of art..bravo

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks Fran!

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The poem is great! I want to know more about it's theme.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

This is a poem about my experience, my life, and hope. That even someone like me should be worthy of love, and should not give in under pressure, just because I do not fit in.