Villanelle № 117047
Walk The Boy To Circles
Around the rug, I walk the boy
The kitchen slants, the faucet drips
Circles have never been so coy
It's not a system, or some ploy
This need to warm up his blue lips
Around the rug, I walk the boy
While the war outside may destroy
My need to rock him to sleep, perhaps
Circles have never been so coy
My words, my love, are a poet's decoy
To save the child that my mind whips
Around the rug, I walk the boy.
As sirens wail, and bombs deploy
The mother slips out with a swish of hips
Circles have never been so coy
A young father with no milk, no joy
In doing these laps, making these trips
Around the rug, I walk the boy
Circles have never been so coy.
11 comments
Raping haikus with your puberty
doused ideas about what poetry
Means to a 17 year old?
Perhaps, straddling over
the mouth of Freeverse
And pinching a loaf of love?
Please, take your mediocrity
to the showers. Everyone knows
A villanelle is a purposely forced
Rhyming couplet, that's the point
You tit. My extremely DEEP poem
happens to have DEEPER meanings
Like Sodomy, war, and biscuits.
Good Evening,
Sincerely,
-=Horus8_Of_The_Eights=-
Isn't this what the comment box is for.. To leave your honest views?? I am not here to please your vanity or prick it either. I just told you what I honestly thought to be true. And besides, I have read much classier villanelles. I'd never accept it if you say PERHAPS and DRIPS are perfect rhymes.
Come and tear my work apart. I'd appreciate it. But please stop taking out your spite on me. I am here to improve my poetry,not to share kick ass poems.
Will you forgive me?
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