But when it happened they were asleep-
mortal men made of mortal bone.
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
The night grows tight, silence creeps
into thunder rumbling on the stone.
But when it happened, they were asleep.
The sea is vast, the river deep
with ribs and blood that is our own.
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
Since when, O men, was death so cheap?
I see it circle the punctured zone-
But when it happened they were asleep.
A promise now she did not keep
to the child, dead, on Eden's throne.
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
The smooth Earth is now much too steep-
the gore and blood unknown.
But when it happened they were asleep-
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2025 11:43
- Comment from author about the poem: First attempt at a villanelle. Enjoyed the challenge, but don't think the form is for me hahaha. What other forms would you recommend to experiment with?
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- Users favorite of this poem: Damaso
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Comments3
Nicely done. The form is a difficult one for me as well. This poem has an ominous tone to it. It cries from the paper
I have no idea what a Villanelle is but I appreciate the write, it cries out in pain at the acts of man and the relentless quest for blood, nicely expressed and written
Thank You Damaso for the Fave!
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