Posts tagged ‘villanelle’

The calmth sensed only by the ones who die

The calmth sensed only by the ones who die
Like oceans live in waves and foaming tears
The last wave lands in understanding sigh

It saw the low, now ending in a high
To close the eyes of he who drowns, who hears
The calmth sensed only by the ones who die

And us as well as craziness goes by
When we have buried kin and friends and peers
The last wave lands in understanding sigh

For it was love that made us steal, we try
To deal with sin as good as it appears
The calmth sensed only by the ones who die

Is ours, we watch the sea move on, and I
Know well that moment to be best in years
The last wave lands in understanding sigh

Our first encounter and our last goodbye
Remains in echos over misty piers
The calmth sensed only by the ones who die
The last wave lands in understanding sigh.

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Jumping at sunset

Me leaping abysses between your words
While nothing happens above surface, yet
We haven’t had the time to find regret.
Till we’ll both fall, we wait for when it hurts.

In vacuumed time let’s think of how we met:
Me, leaping abysses between your words,
you listened to the singing of the birds,
Time on our hands, the deep no threat.

While nothing happens above surface yet,
The cliff shall wait, the waves seem nervous herds
Of wolves claiming our past, they won’t forget
Me leaping abysses between your words.

We hear the surf sing in harmonic thirds
Stand, unprepared to watch the sun go set
While nothing happens above surface yet
The meanings of our love phrases – absurds.

We jump into conclusions as I let
Me leap the abysses between your words
While nothing happens above surface. Yet.

Forget

Forget what has been said in nights long gone.
It doesn’t matter how and who was right.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

It will be day again, it will be dawn,
Already birds are speaking about light.
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.

Think of the mother, and the curtains drawn,
There is no fear, no cold, she holds you tight.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

Your childhood nightmares want a rapprochement.
With all the sleep you lost and dreams in spite
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.

Remember only kindness, and you might
Get rid of anger, pain is a forgone.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

There is no need to wait and be withdrawn.
What happened should not rule, as once you might
Forget what has been said in nights long gone.
Let go of all the troubles and move on.

Long distance call

The flowers tossed over the grave are dead,
no sound is heard from underneath the stone.
Here lies the dead man’s feet, there is the head.
We shall remember him in this eternal bed.
Here lies the body, every hair and bone.
The flowers tossed over the grave are dead.
Think of the wise words that this man has said
before he waved goodbye, what he has known.
Here lies the dead man’s feet, there is his head.
We shall try very much not to forget.
We leave in rain, the corpse is on its own.
The flowers tossed over the grave are dead.
We whisper of the times when we have met.
Then all are startled by a ringing phone.
Here lies the dead man’s feet, there is the head.
Some people laugh, others go mad instead
as from the grave we hear a cheerful tone.
The flowers tossed over the grave are dead.
A sound is heard from underneath the stone.

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Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go

Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.
You must not stop because of limitations.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

They’ll tell you science you don’t want to know.
Departure, though, might be with complications.
Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.

Let no one make you stay here, down and low.
Don’t bend when they suggest negotiations.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

You need only yourself to proof and show
their views could use some alterations.
Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.

This gift of freedom is yours to bestow.
Lift yourself from harmful old relations.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

Forget the one your were a while ago.
Be the first of many generations.
Surprise yourself and fly where you can’t go.
Outrule the bloody cynics in one flow.

These eyes won’t help me anymore to see

These eyes won’t help me anymore to see
what lies ahead of me, nor what has been.
For good my sight has done away with me.

Now clouds have come here so relentlessly,
I see what darkness from this day might mean.
These eyes won’t help me anymore to see.

I moved around not knowing I was free,
in all my days was so much to be seen.
For good my sight has done away with me.

I once saw ships above a golden sea
and flowers, colours in a meadow’s green.
These eyes won’t help me anymore to see.

My eyes have left me dead, relentlessly
as cold as part of some bewitched machine.
For good my sight has done away with me.

I close them now and let the darkness be
a place awaiting death, while in between
these eyes won’t help me anymore to see.
For good my sight has done away with me.

This poem is about my own fear of losing my sight (it is not so good at the moment) . After reading “Don’t go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas, I wrote this, then looked up what kind of form it was (villanelle, I should have remembered) and found out Dylan Thomas wrote the poem because his father was turning blind. I hadn’t realized that it was about going blind too. 🙂

You didn’t go away

You didn’t go, away it was for good.
Found back a love who’s words one do can trust.
So nice to know once we had the same mood.

To be like this I knew we really could.
It is not always that we need to lust.
You didn’t. Go away, it was for good.

We were too late to make it as we should.
We never meant to make it only just
so, nice to know. Once, we had the same mood,

we shared a bed, some drink and plenty food.
The time has come, and going is a must
you didn’t. Go! Away, it is, for good!

No more of us here in this neck of wood.
It’s either all, or it is going bust.
If you should stay, our love would not go smooth,

I told you this, so you knew where I stood,
if. The word implies the lack of both our trust.
You didn’t go away, it was for good
so. Nice to know once, we had the same mood.

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