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Depression Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Depression

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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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Stuck in Limbo

Time keeps on moving but nothing has changed
I still am stranded in my eternal land of dread
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed

I have almost lost touch and become estranged
Often times lost in thought, laying in a cold bed
Time keeps on moving but nothing  has changed

I think if I had a leseer will I would be derranged
Occasionally I think I would be better of dead
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed

No worries though, no easy way to be claimed
The road to happiness, I soon hope to tread
Time keeps on moving but nothing has changed

I don't think my stubborness will ever be tamed
A hard head makes a soft *** they have said
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed

Someday all my affairs will be properly arranged
I will lead the existence I should have always led
Time keeps on moving but nothing has changed
Close consideration leaves myself to be blamed


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Farewell

It is tearing me apart, bit by bit,
the words; horrendous words they care to yell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Pushing, shoving, is there and end to it?
Again I am trapped; locked in an endless hell.
It is tearing me apart, bit by bit.

The staring, the whispers, it's a good fit,
for the victim who is afraid to tell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Another name, another bruise, one more slit,
will dying break me from this hurtful spell?
It is tearing me apart, bit by bit.

Why me? They won't stop so shall I just quit?
Pain, it's not worth it, sorry but farewell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Tears roll down as my life ends with a slit,
finally escaping this endless hell.
Finally, it tore me apart, bit by bit.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.


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The Meaning of Most of My Words- first possible entry of Anne's contest

I sit and hardly have to ponder what words I write
There is more trouble keeping these feelings at bay
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

Since our departure life has been a struggle, a fight
I have been forever devastated, looking for my way
I sit and hardly have to think of the words to write

I sometimes get angry at you and show some spite
I express here, but in person don’t know what to say
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

I now view myself as a soul living by moonlight
Really, I’m sad, although I find the words to play
I sit and hardly have to ponder what words I write

Always there is someone telling me this is not right
Have they even ever really felt love, even one day
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

The journey has been long and suffering is my plight
I am a lost soul of the night, riveted and left to sway
I sit and hardly have to think of the words I write
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

penned 3/22/2013 by Wayland Bunch for Anne's favorite poetry form: Villanelle contest

Repetition, no not of form, that is forced, repetition of ideas, maybe even of some phrases is sadly unavoidable, without having to read all of my poems again. It is not intended and I may take further time to develop a better Villanelle, in fact I probably will, but I want to get this contest started lol.


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Ten Villanelles- Ninth

9

How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies
The only future I vision, is always tied to the past
All this happened for a reason is one of many lies

That may sound crazy, but I know what it implies
There's no reason in this, opportunities were vast
How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies

In the pain, suffering and loneliness, I became wise
Understanding there's a love that will always last
All this happened for a reason is one of many lies

So many chances to right the wrong, many tries
But the pain and the distance we couldn't outlast
How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies

I can hardly even recognize you in your disguise
The show continues, but I'm no longer in the cast
All this happened for a reason is one of many lies

We continue on ignoring our very own soul’s cries
What the future holds for us now I've often asked
How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies
All this happened for a reason is one of many lies


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Ten Villanelles- Last

                                  10

To move forward what would that possibly entail
An idea so strange, that I cannot even conceive
Knowing that I'm lost, still enchanted by your spell

You should consider all this, and consider it well
Maybe one day you'll wake up seeking a reprieve
To move forward what would that possibly entail

In good responsible decisions I hardly ever excel
If I tell you everything once more, will you believe
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell

Somehow I always find a way to make myself fail
Many times it is my very own soul that I deceive
To move forward what would that possibly entail

Without a map leading me, how can I ever set sail
Seeking meaning, but never finding what will relieve
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell

The memories are always a sad never ending tale
For a chance to re-enter life, nothing would I leave
To move forward what would that possible entail
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell


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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.


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Memories Lost

Lost in a world that seems foreign to me,
this child standing here called me Grandpa
I don't recognize her, how can that be,?

These people here in uniforms call me Gene,
they tell me that my family is here today, but I'm
Lost in a world that seems foreign to me,

I look out my window, at a bird in a tree,
it's name is something, I don't recall
I don't recognize her, how can that be, ?

I feel trapped in this room, I wish to be free,
I don't remember when was the last time I ate
Lost in a world that seems foreign to me,

Someone just showed me a picture of a lady named Dee,
She said, she was my wife for forty years
I don't recognize her, how can that be,?

This lady says I was a surgeon, with a Doctoral degree,
She says Dad please, don't you remember?
Lost in a world that seems foreign to me,
I don't recognize her, How can that be?


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Take A Chance

Where are you now?
Will you be able to find your way?
Step into the darkness, take a chance

The path is long
The way is hard
Where are you now?

The light is deadly 
Take the path unknown
Step into the darkness, take a chance

The light is blinding
Change your path
Where are you now?

Be careful, watch your step
The path to take is unstable
Step into the darkness, take a chance

Do you see where you're going?
Is the end of your path near?
Where are you now?
Step into the darkness, take a chance


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Sores

So many times before
I have claimed to know.
These things now form sores.

Life was so simply a tour:
Look at the sun; look at the snow.
So many times before.

Now life can be called a bore:
At 5:45 will be the show.
These things now form sores.

I was obsessed with old lore:
Luke Skywalker, "Nooo!"
So many times before.

My body unscathed to the care.
Like uncooked dough.
These things now form sores.

I used to live for so much more,
Now I eat much like a crow.
So many times before,
These things now form sores.