Explore Log in Sign up

Terms of Use Privacy Policy Community Standards Help Get the app

Grilled Cheese is a product of Village Compute

Version devBuilt at: 2026-10-13 22:02:59 EDT

Explore

@suzydobie.bsky.social Sep 18, 2026, 6:11 PM

Mixed multiple forms prompt ("Yes, Chef!")
FYC: a villaronderoyalet
(Usually when I have this many scraps I make soup)

#PoetsOfDoom
#villanelle
#rondelet
#rhymeroyal

Thanks, Doomies! 😘
@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social
@jenthorne.bsky.social
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

Photo, no description

@yvettemcalleiro.bsky.social Sep 18, 2026, 12:57 PM

Fine Wine Love - #W3 #villanelle #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity @yvettemcalleiro.bsky.social yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com/2026/09/fine...

@annoushkart.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 9:22 PM

Careful it cuts !!!!
#killingeve #villanelle #evepolastri

Photo, no description

Photo, no description

@musicnewsweb.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 12:34 PM

Villanelle share explosive new single Some Chew Lip - #Villanelle @villanellemusic #GeneGallagher

Read the full article here: https://ift.tt/F7ucPB6

More on www.music-news.com

Photo, no description

@daveashleypoet.bsky.social Sep 16, 2026, 9:47 AM

#believe #vssdaily #villanelle #resist #politics #poem

Photo, no description

@sanantoreview.bsky.social Sep 13, 2026, 1:20 PM

"The Lovers" by Carl Sherman — a wry villanelle on desire, mortality & two flies above the river.

https://sanantonioreview.org/2026/09/13/the-lovers/

#Poetry #Villanelle #LiteraryJournal #SanAntonioReview

San Antonio Review

@cieloceano.bsky.social Sep 10, 2026, 10:43 PM

For #faultline.
#poemsabout #poetry #villanelle
The crack rarely begins in this lifetime.

When I Was the Secret

My name was secret, when I was the night:
for love had flown across the winged day
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

A human birth is mirth of clouds in may,
a whimsy whisper bound to bear its might.
My name was secret, when I was the night.

Words are but dust particles, carrying on their say
in spinning outer space of matters dark and bright
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

Your meaning comes by, while I’m far away:
I—flying kite while I should be a knight.
My name was secret, when I was the night.

A woman’s hand are what isn’t meant to stay
because of dawn—both black and white are right:
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

We’re on this world, yet we’re not meant to pray;
not even when our woods unfold in blights.
My name was secret, when I was the night:
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

@suzydobie.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 2:17 PM

Fresh out of the oven; I have baked you a fall-flavoured villanelle (sorry about the bacon, Jen, I needed it for "flitches" 🥺🤷‍♀️) Eat it while it's hot 🥧

#PoetsOfDoom
#Autumnal
#villanelle
@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social
@jenthorne.bsky.social
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

Photo, no description

@daveashleypoet.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 1:06 PM

#villanelle #love #poem

Photo, no description