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Sorrow Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Sorrow

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Her Tears of Sorrow

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong She hurts by the world’s events and its throng The pain she holds seems to always linger Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along I offer her my shoulder for to cry on This thing in her life sure presents a zinger Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along In my heart each tear surely collects upon Her soul comes out for she is the bringer Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong Our love is two harmonious believers Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong
Russell Sivey


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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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This Undying Wish

I wish I could understand why he cannot not weep
Every minute, every hour, every single day.
Then maybe I could finally get some sleep.

Life might be a slippery slope. But not so steep
One would be forced to look away.
I wish I could understand why he cannot not weep.

Does he now remember all the promises he did not keep?
If only he would stop apologizing today,
Then maybe I could finally get some sleep.

Dear Lord, the most merciful, let him not sink too deep.
Though I only have these words to pray,
I wish I could understand why he cannot not weep.

I hope one day some consciousness would seep
Or he would run out of guilt to pay.
Then maybe I could finally get some sleep.

Will he stop such an act so juvenile and cheap?
Did he not know I could not forever stay?
I wish I could understand why he cannot not weep.
Then maybe I could finally get some sleep.


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Their Tomorrow was Yeasteday

Do not pass and look the other way,
pause, and think of something you might do,
their tomorrow finished yesrerday.

Feel compassion as their plight you weigh,
find a helping course you can pursue,
do not pass and look the other way.

Children play at begging not at play, 
mothers weakly smile as they beg too,
their tomorrow finished yesterday.

This day's hunger can be held at bay
all they ask is for a coin or two,
do not pass and look the other way.

Life reduced to one rewcurring day,
colouress, no hope of brightened hue,
their tomorrow finished yesterday.

Passengers or victims of life's fray,
their life exposed clear for all to view,
do not pass and look the other way
their tomorrow finished yesterday.


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Holy Week

Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.
The people come with waving palms to hear
Our pastor tell of Galilean meek.

They come both young and old to seek
The Easter message that we all hold dear.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.

The story never loses its mystique.
More and more parishioners appear
As pastor tells of Galilean meek.

Tears from our eyes begin to leak
As Jesus goes toward death without a fear.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.

The next few days will be so very bleak
As our Savior to his final fate draws near.
Our pastor tells of Galilean meek.

We hear about the kiss upon the cheek.
As Judas betrays One he should revere.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.
Our pastor tells of Galilean meek

For Villanelle contest
3/22/13





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Echoes of my heart

All the things that tear me apart
And drove me completely insane
They are the echoes of my heart

Life stabbed me with a poisonous dart
And that caused me to gain
All the things that tear me apart

The pain and the loneliness in my art
The misery that causes tears to drop like rain
They are the echoes of my heart

My life is a show, happiness plays no part
If only I knew the way to drain
All the things that tear me apart

The nightmares that my insecurities start
The words “Someone please help me once again”
They are the echoes of my heart

The fact that life isn’t sweet as a tart
The emotions that petrifies my brain
All the things that tear me apart
They are the echoes of my heart


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My Last Companion

Regret we are eternal friends 
I feel you in the mellow breeze
Though once with you did I contend 

It seems to be we've made amends 
In spite of my sincerest pleas
Regret we are eternal friends 

My actions our concord portends
Your power I did not foresee 
Though once with you did I contend 

Your loyalty I do commend
Despite this urge for you to leave 
Regret we are eternal friends 

And all the while did I pretend 
That I would not fall prey to thee
Though once with you did I contend 

And lo, my passing you attend
My soul declares this last decree
Regret we are eternal friends 
Though once with you did I contend.