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Happy Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Happy

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

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Thoughts on a Medaeval Castle

'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Comfortably warm, at their tables they dine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

In the great hall, under the castle spire
Enjoying immensely their vittles and wine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Chatting with ease as the torches burn higher
Bathed in the scent of the burning of pine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their laughter is ready, and wit does not tire
It only grows greater at hours after nine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Flick and the dart of the shadows inspire
Tales, ere the dawn of the even's decline
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their thoughts and their words, do we dare to inquire?
Perhaps if we could there were riches to mine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre


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The Ending Yet Not

The time has came to an end,
My heart is beating fast,
I want to embrace you,
For ever you shall be mine.

Why is love so hard?
My tears fall and fall,
Memories will remain in my mind,
I don't like this ending,
I wanted happy ending.

All I wanted is a small house,
With a happy family,
I wanted to be what I didn't,
See with my parents.

God why is he fading off,
He is everything I got!
I searched hard,
To find the one I want.

I feel rushed to obtain my mind,
The words just keep on,
Coming in rush,
As if you are leaving,
At this moment and on,

I want to talk to my best friend,
To look in your eyes is hard,
My emotions run,
My tears cant stop!

To say goodbye is hard,
To have no one to turn to,
When I am happy and sad,
When you are alone,
I want to be by your side,
Every where you go,
I want to be there with,

My heart has the deepest cut,
I want you to be close to me,
Like we were before,
I feel angry with God!!
Why are you leaving me?

This isn't the vision I had in mind,
Best friends and lovers forever apart,
I wanted you to be the one,
To hold my hand and get married.


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BEAUTY IN LIFE SPONTANEITY

Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline! 
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine 
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned


BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014

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MARY WAS A HAPPY GIRL TO BE CHERISHED ALWAYS

Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always,
everyone who knew her was simply marveled...
at her romantic words that rang like merry bells.


Unfortunately, she died in her early fifties;
a precious life was lost but her memory remained...
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


She was young, bright and beautiful as stars...
the moving stories she wrote were kind of sad;
Mary's big eyes reflected pretty aqua skies!


People came from distant towns and cities
to hear her voice so resonant and kind;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


At her wake, friends and family recited prayers...
her influence on them must have been grand;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


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HEAVEN-A MIXTURE OF HAPPINESS

heaven lies in innocent and peace heart.
where does the innocent and peace heart lies?
first it lies in god. 
next to god is the babies.
in their each and every action there lies heaven.
heaven there in our vision.
how we face things is the heaven, which keeps us happily.
have a fine and good thought in the heart and mind.
all is well and every where is the heaven.
life will float in air.


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In wonder's winters' wistful wrings

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings 

 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
Windmills wait for their windstorm's day;
Worldly wreath and wrath of kings 
Writhe in wrong and wrought old rings,
While stars of happy green, in woe they pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
My love is rowing, and angels white it brings.
A whiff white of dreams and air beings,
While whirlwind whets the winter's whip gray. 
But who is there, where my heart sings? 
The seasons gathered to meet The Milky Way…
 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
Whispers of love enlighten the things:
Sweet serenity of green in the light's way; 
From Father Chrisman, the blessed rainbow sings  
The same new written poem with white wings…
All we became a tree in no time's amber, I pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
With our seasons, with happy angels we play.


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The gentle dwellers

In my area there’re no children with diapers
No young people in their formative years.
People call it “a place of aged couples “

There are no young people married or singles,
No grown-ups with their hope and dreams
In my area there’re no children with diapers

There are only aging and aged humans,
Self-obsessed, pretentious, bohemians,
People call it “a place of aged couples”.

To the past or future they have no eyes,
People are rather at home and homes,
In my area there’re no children with diapers.

No happy mothers bothering for diapers,
To take the children around no happy fathers,
People call it “a place of aged couples”

Feeding and food worries not the parents
To regenerate no people returning homes
In my area there’re no children with diapers
People call it “ a place of aged couples.