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Depression Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Depression

These Depression Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Depression. These are the best examples of Depression Villanelle poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Nothing Wrong

Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Some tales are simply meant to end with pain!
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

Perhaps communication was unclear,
Or the conversation a bit inane?
Apparently nothing wrong happened here.

So -- big smile! Chuckle. Manifest good cheer,
Or at least look up to ignore the stain;
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

Opposite plain language, most insincere
Utterances usually explain
Why apparently nothing wrong happened here.

Over nothing, don't shed one meager tear;
Do not question the arrangement again...
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

It certainly doesn't help to complain --
All one can do is try to persevere.
Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.


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Its Nice

I guess everything I did or do is not good enough for you,
This Mr Nice guy is not working out to your standards isn't it true.
What are you asking for from me, would you like the beast unleashed,
like it was before I turned into an angel that was kissed? 

You have been asking for it, for a long time now,
the beast wants to tear out of my skin and make you drown. 
Kill you and devour you piece by piece,
than spit you out into hell where you'll burn like the trees. 

What haven't I given you that you have treated me this way,
I show you live and care but you burned my heart like a pile of hay. 
So for my final words, be cautious of the daemon YOU have unleashed,
Cause one wrong move and your body will be incomplete.


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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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Delusion of Light

Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Smooth sailing seas,  but I now resemble a shark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight

Again I move through the cold, this is my plight
A weary werewolf under dark moon, not a lark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright

Freezing wind blowing I move from left to right
The bitter bite foreshadowed by a familiar  bark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight

Confusion sets in and now, insanity with insight
This thing threatens, but I’m obligated to hark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright

Weak in soul, but my mind feels a strange might
The pleasant placating voice has to now embark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight

If it’s a phase, I promise it is not done from spite 
This clever close alliterated, a remaining remark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight


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Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


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futile venegence

hey foe!!...
how long we lived in our comfort cages??

what lust for dirty blood we shared??...
what stories scribbled in our darkest pages??
and through many years of bygone springs
and a rain that drenched my broken strings....
i bled in my bed of stringing thorns...
i wept in my cold and lonely morns.....
wove through hours of brutal conspiracies,my fictious myths,my luring fallacies...
have seen you die a thousand deaths
in dreams all born of  gibberish faiths.




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Believe

From out of the mist of eve The path drew my tired eye The gnarled sign - " Believe"... Through the spiders weave I stepped through darkened gate From out of the mist of eve For that old path I will grieve Born of the fear of change The gnarled sign -"Believe".. To old angers I still cleave A new path draws my hope From out of the mist of eve A faint light I may perceive Around the bend ahead The gnarled sign-"Believe".. Old ways I choose to leave My feet tread with purpose From out of the mist of eve The gnarled sign-"Believe"..
For the Fantasy contest...


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The Solitude

My loneliness bleeds but is not stained,
What has become of this light of day?
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

The comfort of the night on darkness rained,
To wander the streets with naught to say,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

To walk down the alley, narrow and tear-drained,
Watching for a sign but leading me astray,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

This hurt that covers, a veil ingrained,
Finds me getting on an empty subway,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

Travelling to nowhere by fate ordained,
Until the distance feels furthest away,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

To undergo the sound and suffering so sustained,
 I find myself too hesitant to pray,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.


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Don't Take It Personally

Slander blossoms without root
harvest of lies and fabrication.
Rumor yields a blemished fruit.

Scandal flourishes while enroute
to whispered, planted augmentation.
Slander blossoms without root.

Taking issue with points so moot
watering truth with orchestration,
rumor yields a blemished fruit.

Fiendish minions supply the loot
while critics pick their confrontation -
slander blossoms without root.

Humor can serve to feed the brute,
counteracting altercation;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.

To dig and delve in disrepute
soon serves its own incrimination.
Slander blossoms without root;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.


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Sorrow - fixed, orgininal was terribly off form

Light fades fast into darkness, forever a word of past
Hope hides helpless now, in the midst of this turmoil
Lost lonely sorrow, no pleasure, how long can I last 

Better days will come, to this it's taught stay steadfast
Covered by black storm clouds, faith continues loyal
Light fades fast into darkness, forever a word of past

Happiness of youth, an idea we once encompassed
Time moves fast making body, soul and heart spoil
Lost lonely sorrow, no pleasure, how long can I last

A day or reckoning If the soul can endure and outlast
We look, examine our lives, many, sadly left to recoil
Light fades fast into darkness, forever a word of past

To one end, weak or strong, a shadow we must cast
For that purpose, all strive, search, conspire and toil
Lost lonely sorrow, no pleasure, how long can I last 





I just had to fix this poem. I was searching for something and saw how badly it was off form. 

Finding meaning in life, a quest that has turned vast
However it's always elusive, at times angers to a boil
Light fades fast into darkness, forever a word of past
Lost lonely sorrow, no pleasure, how long can I last




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