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Memory Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Memory

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

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When I Ruled the World

I remember when I held the world in these hands
Nothing out of reach as I self proclaimed my power
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Yes I lived in a world of deadlines and demands
  A master of time, always early at least half an hour
I remember when I held the world in these hands

Always alert sensing my victory before my stand
Any obstacle or objection I would quickly devour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Is there anything left of that person, maybe a strand
It’s not from any fear, but indifference that I cower
I remember when I held the world in these hands

For this tragic change I could have never planned
Everything that tasted so sweet is now bitter and sour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Almost six years later, I still cannot understand
In the late hours of night, I’m left to now scour
I remember when I held the world in these hands
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand



Penned by Wayland Bunch II 12/14/2013 for With These Hands contest
I used image #6 for this poem


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Castle Rock Influence

Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down

She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down

(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these before. I like this form!)


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Wept Beneath A Tree

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree


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Venom

They call my name but I do not hear.
Their words and voices are anything but clear.
I don't even try to listen; I'm filled with fear.

You do not notice my absence, I know.
I know that you forgot me long ago.
I reap, not my work, but what you sew.

What you've done cannot be forgiven;
What you have taken cannot be re-given.
The more pain, the more my heart hardens.

The more they seek me, the more I hide.
All but you have at least tried,
To reach me when I am far off, when I've died.

You go to a place far away from home,
When you feel so completely alone.
Going through your life with a fine-toothed comb,

And they expect appreciation, to be let in?
No can know, no one can know my sins.
My spirit is weak, my soul feeble, my trust shaken.

You haunt me where ever I go.
I still taste the venom, it was so long ago,
But I, I remember what you did, and so,

I try to forget, try to erase an abundance of pain,
But my memories will always be of storms and rain.
I needed you so much but never will again. 

I picked a poisonous flower, 
Sometimes even the beautiful will devour.
You took something sweet and made it sour.


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Anne of Snow


Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
Of winter laughs and aves in modes of white;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In everlasting streams of mirth and flow;
Orison's company betimes forthright;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

What is important to keep tight, and stow
Ghost nuptial forms of Sunday's blue shore bight,
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In silence comes, her white quilt to bestow;
my winter's solitude and dreams' benight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

White blanket to descend, silent and slow;
The sovereign deep woods, in wordless rite;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

Retention of her intellect to show,
Perceptual is her entity and plight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
With stare conceivable and face to glow.

© 04-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(Pentameter Villanelle)
 


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Ten Villanelles- First

The following are Ten Villanelles written over a couple of nights. I was numbering them because I knew I wouldn't be able to post all at the same time. The Villanelle is repetitive and maybe that's the reason I like it so much, or maybe the reason I use it so much. The thougts playing in my head over and over, really like a song. I know that as you read some things are repetitive, maybe almost exactly stated in another Villanelle. I do not usually read my work after it is posted, other than occasionally checking on things formerly written. I decided not to title them at this point, other than numbers, because other than one or two of them could all have the same name. If you've read many of my villanelles, there won't be a lot of fascinating new ideas here, like a said just mostly thoughts repeating. I just don't want anyone getting bored by the third one and wondering why they are still reading. Thanks for reading and always any feedback is welcome, criticism, anything at all.      
 
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There's no last chance to say goodbye
A chapter finally ends with much regret
Too many times I've asked myself why

Constantly I wanted to return, I did try
To rekindle that moment when we met
There's no last chance to say goodbye

Surely we both question this great lie
The course of finality now laid and set
Too many times I've asked myself why

A never ending plea my soul does cry
To my bad choices I still pay the debt
There's no last chance to say goodbye

Looking now forward into the night's sky
No will now, what can I hope or expect
Too many times I've asked myself why

One certainty I am never able to deny
The very thing, you now seem to forget
There's no last chance to say goodbye
Too many times I've asked myself why


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Ten Villanelles- Second

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Always the hint of hurt is the words I say
Sadly I don't know what else can now be
I began with only one message to convey

Lost, hurt, unable to control pain as I lay
A great journey began, but I'm lost at sea
Always the hint of hurt in the words I say

Looking for happiness I continue to stray
Never finding what will finally set me free
I began with only one message to convey

My words deceiving, to and fro they sway
Truly this is not who I am, not the real me
Always the hint of hurt in the words I say

Some seem to think it's a game that I play
As if causing pain is what will give me glee
I began with only one message to convey

I tried to hide, find my peace, see my way
The path was too convoluted for me to see
Always the hint of hurt in the words I say
I began with only one message to convey


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Ten Villanelles- Ninth

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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

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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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Ten Villanelles- Sixth

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I have searched constantly, no one there
Loneliness accompanies me in this quest
So much left undone, so much left to share

If this is a race, I'm the tortoise, life the hare
Sadly passes and renders test after test
I have searched constantly, no one there

To make myself a victim, I will not dare
I surely have blame, you know this best
So much left undone, so much left to share

Lately I don't even have my time to spare
Misery loves company, but I have no guest
I have searched constantly, no one there

Uncertain of anything, into the past I stare
Knowing what I sacrificed leaves no rest
So much left undone, so much left to share

I have put forth everything, laid myself bare
Wanting you to understand, I became a pest
I have searched constantly, no one there
So much left undone, so much left to share


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