Nature’s Lullaby
The rain patters against my window
On this frigid night, the world is weeping for me.
It understands more than I do know.
It plays me a tune, soft and slow,
The beat being kept by the branch of a tree,
While the rain patters against my window.
The wind is singing, rough and low,
Scattering both dust and debris.
It understands more than I do know.
The branch of the tree swings to and fro
And all that I hear and see
Is the rain pattering against my window.
“I won’t leave you this night,” it chants with a blow,
“Don’t worry, I am not going to flee.”
It understands more than I do know.
And so though the night it comforted my woe
And strengthened my will to be
While the rain pattered on my window.
It understands more than I do know.
This is a villanelle i had to do for school, just seeing what other people thought of it. I know the "more than i do know" part is pretty awkward, but other than that, what do you think of it? any criticism is welcome.
The rain patters against my window
On this frigid night, the world is weeping for me.
It understands more than I do know.
It plays me a tune, soft and slow,
The beat being kept by the branch of a tree,
While the rain patters against my window.
The wind is singing, rough and low,
Scattering both dust and debris.
It understands more than I do know.
The branch of the tree swings to and fro
And all that I hear and see
Is the rain pattering against my window.
“I won’t leave you this night,” it chants with a blow,
“Don’t worry, I am not going to flee.”
It understands more than I do know.
And so though the night it comforted my woe
And strengthened my will to be
While the rain pattered on my window.
It understands more than I do know.
This is a villanelle i had to do for school, just seeing what other people thought of it. I know the "more than i do know" part is pretty awkward, but other than that, what do you think of it? any criticism is welcome.
ut ofcourse, every poem is unique in itself.