Valentine's Villanelle Challenge - Poems

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This thread is reserved for responses to the February 2016 Valentine's Villanelle Challenge. Please post questions, comments, or other material in the main contest thread http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1272796

 

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Poem 1

Love Charm

HarryHill

in seven syllables fall
all of love's incantations,
to our hearts and hands the call

soft words, short, but not so small,
mystic sent captivation
be mine, let us both now fall

fevered nets, entangling all,
loves volatile creation
soul lip'd guilded fishes call

burn, how heart caught flames so tall
forge two, bound for salvation
one soul, though the earth might fall

charmed love, lost eyes, softly bawl
witness life's transformation
see with unheard words the call

intent sewn, seeds large and small
fertile soil, germination
ancient words whisper to fall
ears ring, attend Eros' call

 

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Poem 2

Rabbits Gone Wild

Magnetron

Rascally rabbits gone wild game
After midnight; they're at it still
Passions hotter than campfire flame

Skip P. Booty was her name
Likewise his was Hare E. Hill
Rascally rabbits gone wild game

A jackalope only she could tame
When hopped up on the blue pill
Passions hotter than campfire flame

Neighbors heard whenever they came
Shouts spilling in each window sill
Rascally rabbits gone wild game

His honey bunny was quite the dame
Hare could never quite get his fill
Passions hotter than campfire flame

Her gentlemen's night club cotton tail fame
Combined with his rabbit hole entry skill:
Rascally rabbits gone wild game
Passions hotter than campfire flame

 

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Poem 3

Old love

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Our fire, which once lit up the night,
though tempered by age, tis no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe through life's eternal storm.

Our flame may dim, yet always keeps its spark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to light our path and guide us through the dark
hold firm our course, let love prevail.

With time's passage, new flames did shine
to shelter, guide and teach of worldly ways
but then release to find their own true line
and bear our fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.

Sonnet variation

 

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Poem 4

Love's Dream

Sinseria

In faith
We will to be
Joined as one ...you and me
Forever we wish to believe
Love's dream

Cinquain

 

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Poem 5

Valentine's Villanelle

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Cold is the night and dark and long
though with the gloom bleak humour comes
We'll make it through, our love is strong

North wind howls under midnight's gong
and buries all neath ice and snow
Cold is the night and dark and long

Silence deep as snowflakes throng
unbidden doubt ousts fragile sleep
We'll make it through, our love is strong

On melting snow, black springtails sprong
in tribute to sun's slow return
though night is cold and dark and long

From cedar green, red cardinal's song
foretells of warmer days to come
We'll make it through, our love is strong

With sun's return spring comes along
snow melts, rain falls and life glows green
the days are warm, the sun is strong
We made it through, our love is long

 

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Poem 6

My Valentine poem

UnderYourSpell

Oftimes now whenever I should fall asleep,
I dream of you and how our youth was spent
chasing rainbows it seems was our intent,
making memories that were only ours to keep.

But death's dark hallows now about you creep
and scalding tears my only bitter love's lament,
as from my loving arms my aching heart is rent.
I can't follow you through ragged crags so steep.

If you should travel thus so far away from me
and even adoration can't heed my plaintive call,
only one place can keep you close it seems.

There is a place where together we are free
I'll find you whatever now upon us shall befall.
Your love and mine each night within my dreams.

Italian Sonnet

 

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Poem 7

His Deliverance

Sinseria

She stands as a voyeur on the edge of time
Observing and condemned in her emptiness
Holding her hated soul as a tainted crime

Perceiving a world in bitter loneliness
Wishing broken wills of a vision to fly
Conceived a wanted phantom of her darkness

In apparition of her silence to die
Stilled on the winds of delusion to believe
Swaying in the destitution of a willed cry

Sanctified a creation of warmth to weave
In a prediction of yearning acceptance
As the prophecy of a love to conceive

Completion to the void of her existence
Destined as to faith in his deliverance

Terza Rima

 

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Poem 8

Puttin' My Dingle Berries In Your Pie Tin

Magnetron

Yo, here we go - so easy to rap a villanelle
Copy, paste, replace; drop your own words in
See? Being none the wiser, who could tell?

‘Tis easy, somewhat sleazy, but I do oh so well
While I buy into that pie you's offerin'
Yo, here we go - so easy to rap a villanelle

Ice Ice Baby - watch my latest single sell
Puttin' My Dingle Berries In Your Pie Tin
See? Being none the wiser, who could tell?

Madame, Go Madame, Go - try it for a spell
Your posse cool whips this hip hop villain
Yo, here we go - so easy to rap a villanelle

I am the I in your pie, only def like Pharell
Projecting just like Alan Parson(s?)
See? Being none the wiser, who could tell?

Rub my Vanilla lotion on your painfull swell
If your head is so ahurtin'
Yo, here we go - so easy to rap out a villanelle
See? Being none the wiser, who could tell?

* drops the mic *

Folks, show's over, drop the curtain.
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This was written in response to another Villanelle about Villanelles being a headache to write.

 

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Poem 9

Looking Back Across Years

GuiltyPleasure

“I've fallen in love many times... always with you.” ~Author Unknown

You said it was love at first sight for you
but I was more cautious, taking my time,
found you funny and nice, love slowly grew
as did our clan into something sublime
hoping example could set paradigm.
It wasn’t heaven, occasional hell,
together we weathered the good and bad,
each depression and uplifting groundswell.
Family pictures by Norman Rockwell,
a perfect provider, our Galahad,
sharing this ride on life’s great carousel.
You win the trophy, best husband and dad.
Thank you for every day spent on cloud nine,
once more I choose you for my valentine.


A Spenserian sonnet

 

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Poem 10

Work worn hands

UnderYourSpell

Work worn hands show years of toil
yet brought your son into the world,
each scar a history's turmoil,
work worn hands show years of toil.
True love like ours will never spoil
around your soul my heart is coiled.
Work worn hands show years of toil
yet brought your son into the world.

Triolet

 

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Poem 11

In Faith To Be

Sinseria

Whisper a love for me
On the winds of eternity
Forever in faith to be

As hearts to fly free
In a prayer of belief
Whisper a love for me

As a muse to destiny
Scribe a song of dreams
Forever in faith to be

From the binding sea
To the heart of heavens
Whisper a love for me

Weave beyond fantasy
As lovers of old and new
Forever in faith to be

As a lover’s plea
To the winds of destiny
Whisper a love for me
Forever in faith to be

 

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Poem 12

Valentine Clerihew

GuiltyPleasure

Valentine, confused with cupid
By people I consider stupid,
People who buy flowers, candy,
When Hallmark cards are just as handy.

 

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Poem 13

Late-Life Love

legerdemer

(with apologies to Elizabeth Bishop's One Art https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/one-art)

The losing heart is a wicked master;
so many men seemed filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss was no disaster.

Lost one or two, and finally, most. Accept the fluster
of lost men, lost lovers, the hours sadly spent.
The losing heart was still a bitch to master.

I practiced losing every love, and lost it faster.
Each year, and every day, I dwelt on what I meant
to tell each one: that their loss was no disaster.

I lost the first one to another girl, in my youth,
then several in quick succession, till I mastered
the art of losing men with more soothing couth.

Yet despite couth, my losing heart was too poor a master
of loneliness that came of losing lovers sans intent.
And even though my heart regrets their loss, still - no disaster.

And so my dear, imagine the surprise I now hold
as, late in life, I learned a love of a different sort.
My losing heart I have yet learned to master
and losing you, my love, would surely bring disaster.

 

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Poem 14

Let Us Fly

Sinseria

Don’t be so shy
Let us kiss the sky
Take my hand
You and I let us fly

As one we shall cross land
Purge the earth and sand
Worry not my love …my dear
My heart will keep your hand

Embrace my love for you never fear
My heart is yours translucent and sheer
Breathe in faith with me a loving sigh
I will always be here, my dear

Our souls to join in a heated sigh
As our love will never die
Take my hand
You and I let us fly


Rubāʿiyāt

 

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Poem 15

I'm born anew

UnderYourSpell

Yours is the heart I lean upon,
it's safety encompasses my soul.
Where once was misery and despair
now dwells my comfort, my peace,
it leaves me cleansed, born anew

Maybe you also know soul to soul,
a path once rough now renders peace,
for every trial you might look upon
which once descended into despair,
at last, at last brings hopes anew.

What to strive for more than peace,
to put aside pettiness of life's despair?
When all about aim to pierce our soul,
we surely must be placed upon
this earth to bring safe haven love anew.

Many's the time pain bred despair
and brought more questions down upon
my heavy heart, and left no peace.
But still with humanity's staunch soul
led onward once more, to search anew.

But then it wasn't until I looked anew,
there was your love showered upon
a withered heart to chase away despair,
and now I lie within your arms at peace,
You are forever my heart, my love, my soul.

Annikey

 

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Poem 16

On this frigid night

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lake ice cracks with cold
breath hangs in frozen silence
stars sparkle above

distant owls who who
under full moon's light
owlets to follow

on this frigid night,
may we share as one this fire
that burns within us

hybrid (bastard) Haiku/Senyru

 

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Poem 17

A Villanelle Valentine

AlwaysHungry

That shape suggests such things to me,
Its gracious curving brings to mind
Those contours that I long to see.

Her supple lips, the filigree
That all around her wrist doth wind,
That shape suggests such things to me.

Two portions of parabolae
Evoke her bosom, and in kind
The contours that I long to see.

Rose-petal sinuosity,
Our bodies lovingly entwined,
That shape suggests such things to me.

A real heart knows not symmetry,
But true hearts always do, defined
By contours that I long to see.

The crimson sweep so ardently
In her enchanting hand is signed;
That shape suggests such things to me,
Those contours that I long to see.

 

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Poem 18

Hunger

Remec

She fills me with a constant
appetite; such that I find
myself thinking, Isn’t it a
a wonder that honeyed scent
that she wears makes me hungry?

Now and then, I come to find
myself searching for that scent;
Like nothing was so constant
In my life but knowing it
marked she who leaves me hungry

It wasn’t a unique scent,
but I found that smelling it
stirred my memory to find
all of the little constant
reminders that made me hungry

Between us both, we had “It”,
Love and lust were our constant
Companions, the way a scent
of perfumed sweat let us find
our way through life. Still, I’m Hungry

And I’ll always be hungry,
my own personal constant,
and there is nothing for it
and now that I’ve lost that scent
A new one I’ll have to find.


Annikey

 

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Poem 19

Coup de Grâce

greenmountaineer

Inviting taste as we embrace,
you tantalize me with your lipstick
kisses. It's as if I'm tasting

wine, My Beauty, your tongue chasing
mine to touch, to tease. I sip
and savor tasting your embrace.

I brush my lips along your face
that blushes pink the while I strip
you naked, nibble at your waist

and spread your nether lips, tongue racing
to begin. You move your hips
inviting more than mere embrace.

I'd trade no other lover's place.
no other wine, no other lips,
no other fingers interlacing

mine to hear you cry "Oh yes!,"
the coup de grâce, our nightly tryst
by which my Beauty slays embracing
beastly me with her good taste.

 

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Poem 20

Nota: Chance

HarryHill

God, how like an angel she appears,
otherworldly, a perfect being,
and I, flawed, base form of vulgar life,
daring to reveal this love I feel.

Reach for the heavens, hold high a hand,
shout, I am here, waiting to be found;
raise a face, reveal a simple man,
enamored, earthbound, child of ground...

and grace it was slowly turned her face,
earthward to moonlit valleys and hills,
saw eyes that shined like beacons placed,
marking Autumn's burns to clear the fields.

Swift now, arms flail, gyrate, spin and dance,
gape a fool when eyes meet yours by chance.

 

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Poem 21

Love Me

Sinseria

Oh blessed be my soul to hither free
And cast my words to be a gift to thee
To play the mortal soul a melody
On thine ears to be hear my lover’s plea
For all my heart can only wish to be
As two to hold the dreams of destiny

In trust my heart and soul I gift to thee
Whose words are passion and the life of me
Oh grace me with a lover’s symphony
I pray to thee in faith on bended knee
Love me!


Curtal Sonnet variation

 

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Poem 22

Not making a hash of it

butters

He warms his butters in the pan
then sprinkles in his piquant spice,
her daring, caring, T.N man.

He coaxes heat because he can,
chancing flavours, throws the dice
and warms his butters in the pan,

watches till she bubbles - fans
her flushing cheeks, all naughty-nice
her caring, tender, T.N man

who cooks on open-fire plans.
She knows the cost, he's worth the price -
he warms his butters in the pan.

He adds the meat, he adds élan,
he's more to her than pork-beans-rice,
her tender, clever, T.N man.

From when they very first began
he tenderised her heart, enticed;
still warms his butters in the pan -
her clever, darling, T.N man.

 

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Poen 23

villanelle challenge submission

Ashesh9

My sweet Valentine , possessor of awesome red Buttock….
Rubbest thou , thy smartin’ nether cheeks ?
Bent over ottoman with upraised frilly Frock !

Watchin’ this drama : erect groweth Cock
Titillated by thy piteous shrieks ----
My sweet Valentine , possessor of awesome red Buttock …..

The red imprint , the impact , the hard shock …..
Sweetheart , how screamest thou “ eeeeks ..?!”
Bent over ottoman with upraised frilly Frock !

My heartless hand raineth blows & thy pain doth Mock
Thy derriere stings as from pecks by woodpecker beaks….
My sweet Valentine , possessor of awesome red Buttock….

Flat smacks round as precise as a Clock
Divine dewdrop : a solitary salty tear treacherously leaks….
Bent over ottoman with upraised frilly Frock !

Hands held demurely behind arse : fearful of automatic silenced Glock…
Thy swollen welts : to disappear ‘twill take weeks……
My sweet Valentine , possessor of awesome red Buttock……
Bent over ottoman with upraised frilly Frock !

 

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Poem 24

Untitled

butters

Thoughts in the tree-tops, feet tracking dirt – always, my american boy.

American sentence