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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1628446
Sometimes we get caught up in the beauty and miss the dangerous aspect
Life’s unseen dangers are what I fear.
Virgin bud springs beauty from the ground.
Confess to me what I want to hear.

Veiled masks of temptation loom so near.
Petals silky, thorns circle around,
life’s unseen dangers are what I fear.

Hold me fast, wipe away a lone tear.
The fresh flower’s fragrance makes no sound
Confess to me what I want to hear.

Certain death looms so tragically near.
Wilted petals, broken on the ground.
Life’s unseen danger are what I fear.

Light diminishes, darkness appears.
Danger lives, while our innocence drowns.
Confess to me what I want to hear.

Remnants of a rose, I hold so dear,
a reflection of my soul I've found.
Life’s unseen dangers are what I fear.
Confess to what I want to hear.


The villanelle is a French form. Five triplets and a quatrain are forming the Villanelle.
Aba/aba/aba/aba/aba/abaa
Repetive lines, coming back in the following stanza, interlocking the poem in an unique way.
The first line in the first stanza is coming back, as the third line of the second stanza and fourth stanza.
The third line of the first stanza is coming back as the third line in the third stanza and the fifth stanza.
In the quatrain, the first line of the first stanza is the third one of the quatrain, and the third line of the first stanza comes back as the fourth line of the quatrain.
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