The echoes eminating all around,
Resonating softly in my mind,
Are leading me into the ground.
A rhythmic, pulsating sound
Divinely and intricately intertwined
The echoes eminating all around.
Machiavellian betokens fully abound,
Mere softspoken whispers in my mind,
Are leading me into the ground.
Beguiles subtly profound,
Doubts and uncertainty defined
The echoes eminating all around.
My compulsory binding compound;
Abstract monsters of all mankind
Are leading me into the ground.
Rationality is swiftly to impound,
Leaving my life empty and undefined.
The echoes eminating all around
Are leading me into the ground.
Author notes
Another Villanelle. I wrote this one for a school Halloween poetry contest. Sorry if it isn't all that great. Well, enjoy and leave me thy thoughts.
For Autumn: option 2
A contest entry
- For all of the CRAZY poets out there... by AutumnsFlame.
973 points, ended March 15, 2008, 31 entries
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This is pretty good... The pattern kinda added to it... I don't think I've ever really read a form poem before... Anyways, I did like this. Thank you for entering my contest!
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