Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a villanelle about something that has been abandoned.
The villanelle is a type of poem characterised by its repeating lines and ABA rhyme scheme which create a lyrical effect. There are a number of other rules for a full villanelle if you wish to incorporate them.
Writings
Blood and water
The bitterness brims and bubbles away As the heart that once felt love overspills Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills
As the heart that once felt love overspills Venomous asps bite down on softest flesh Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills The surface punctures are now simply etched
Venomous asps bite down on softest flesh Deception manifests into such hate The surface punctures are now simply etched Veins filled with poison, it maybe too late
Deception manifests into such hate No antidote, only suffering pride Veins filled with poison, it maybe too late Fighting the toxin that's built up inside
No antidote, only suffering pride Water disperses as, bloods thickening Fighting the toxin that's built up inside So lay down and die, or wake up and win
Water disperses as, bloods thickening Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay Don’t lay down and die, just wake up and win As bitterness brims and bubbles away
The Sad Kid
I am a kid at some institution For kids who are in dire need of help like me Who are lost, crazed, and act out of sin
We are seen as the jerks, the worst of them all We are used, abused, treated like shit So often, it is hard to recall
I sit in my small room Just sitting there, wondering why am I here? To endure such hardships, to feel such gloom
I sit there, as I held my stuffed bear With a massive frown on my face I cried, looking down at how unfair
It is for us to be hurt Without getting to know Who we are, and instead treat us like dirt
I have to get my daytime clothes and kicks out It is time for lunch and I cannot miss it A few guards walked with me to the same route As I walked a guard said “scum without a doubt”
To the Beginnings, Endings, and the Inbetween
A dream begins, started anew Eager and optimistic, ready to fly The dream goes by, forgotten when due
Plans are formed when skies are blue When hope is strong, and spirits are high A dream begins, started anew
But fleeting thoughts begin to coup I will begin tomorrow, said with a sigh The dream goes by, forgotten when due
But in this cycle, I've always had you Believing in me when spirits are dry A dream begins, started anew
But I will always have you
Gold
Up on a hidden path on one lush green road There was a grand view of a glistening home. Gold glimmer and ancient royal ripples it showed
A cloaked man weary from escaping survival mode Heaved and gasped at the site. Alas, he could show emotion! This looked a humble abode.
Carefully the man approached, trying not to implode As he knew to not fall victim to his hopes Til now, his labors did not reap what he wished to have sowed
Touching the amber sun on the golden lode Glittery warmth circled and spilled to his lungs Took everything in him to not surrender to this feeling, to erode
Before he could reach the doorknob, his flashbacks started to goad That he, so filthy, did not belong in this bliss So he ripped himself from the warmth, and back on the long road he bestrode.
Villanelle of a Bitter Girl
You walked out the door Maybe not in the traditional way This might hurt even more
I feel it deep to my core It was a form of running away You walked out the door
It may have well been a war but I was the one who lost that day This might hurt even more
My feet, unstable on the floor I feel tricked, led astray You walked out the door
When you left, I swore My heart broke, made from delicate clay This might hurt even more
I was young, three more than four When a bottle was worth more than to stay You walked out the door This might hurt even more
waste
left alone, i wait for what will never be already bleary eyed, i had only what left knew left alone, i wait for what will never be
flashes of light, only for me to see i could never know what to be true left alone, i wait for what will never be
i call out, echos failing to reach even me i gave all of what there is to lose left alone, i wait for what will never be
i sit here in an eternal lean i’ve lost what there is to do — left alone, i wait for what will never be even despite my love of you
I'm Glad That You Went Away
When I think of you on that day Tired of the pain we endured I'm glad that you went away
Mama did nothing but pray When you'd left on your own, matured When I think of you on that day
I hope that you've been okay And living on your own now, cured ...I'm glad that you went away.
Abandoned
She was left outside In the stone-cold Her eyes dried
As her cries died she was fine alone, growing old Better than tied
She was tied Never did she uphold All her beliefs she tried
And tried and tried and tried but never did she get gold only wilting pride
Oh but there was this one girl who did guide The girl would concol and she would be left with eyes wide
No more; why'd Why'd she leave the pain tenfold The girl left out with the tide
She tossed her inner child aside in the cold never again to reside.
Nightshift Cowl, Lost
Wonder, a repetition of purl one infinite possibilities in knit two Time found as dropped stitches run
Hours lavished on lush handspun finding stillness in woolly curlycue Wonder, a repetition of purl one
Nimble fingers crave to be done Haste falters, slowness in lieu time found as stitches run
my creation, my warm hug companion a joyous cacophony of hue Wonder, a repetition purl one
my one-of-a-kind’s now none misplaced, a mystery without a clue time lost as stitches run
losing define this season winter's regret coats me anew Wonder a repetition purl one time found as stitches run