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Villanelle Angel Poems | Villanelle Poems About Angel

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Angel Wings

Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although  we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

With promising, and carrying and cautioning
Within our dreams inspired, single hearted
you carry us when all in life is darkening

Miracles return with wise envisaging
For never once will you be found false hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

Our spirits feel a flowering and a freshening
No longer sad and feeling quite light hearted
You carry us when  all in life is darkening

As around the dark clouds now, a glow is silvering
No shadows loom and no more, marble hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
You carry us when all in life is darkening

 Suzanne Delaney


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Wait

"Wait"


“Wait”
 
Why do I wait?
 I’m so breakable, and fragile
 But it’s ok to cry
 
I wish they would stay
 They let me go
 Why do I wait?
 
I’m not pretty, I say
 Maybe that’s why they go away
 But it’s ok to cry
 
What can I do, what can I say?
 I want to be held
 Why do I wait?
 
When I think they love me, they break me
 Alone everyday
 But it’s ok to cry
 
Maybe I should run away
 Always alone
 Why do I wait?
 But it’s ok to cry
 


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Whispers of Light

While sleeping I hear whispers of light.
How softly he spoke with a quiet glow,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.

Blue’s bold, red’s extreme, yellow’s delight,
Mixing and blending creating a wonderful flow.
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.

Slowly the colors become intensely bright;
They are alive and begin to grow,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.

He comforts me into the zone of twilight.
Oh what a dream “I can see Van Gogh.”
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.

I become free like a bird in flight,
And can see all the joyful colors below,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.

Why are people staring at me, how impolite.
For eternity in a gallery as part of the show.
While sleeping I hear whispers of light,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.


By: Greg Stanley
February 5, 2014


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An Angel of Christmas Past

The eve of Christmas a day I won’t soon forget It was the day we celebrated yes I do remember The family came together for you with no regret Recalling a child, spying around, found a train set I would start to feel the excitement in November The eve of Christmas a day I won’t soon forget Someone hurries to buy a last gift in a Corvette Another sad to celebrate, a gift they can’t render The family came together for you with no regret The rest of the holiday, I’ll change my mindset Going to show some real spirit, not be a pretender The eve of Christmas a day I won’t soon forget If there is anyone, it’s to you that I am in debt Lil sweet lady, no you were powerful yet slender The family came together for you with no regret So far from that magical time I’m a dark silhouette But my cold hard heart starts to melt in December The eve of Christmas a day I won’t soon forget You taught me about Holiday spirit, with no regret
Written by me Wayland Bunch II on 12/10/2013 for Happy Holidays contest in memory of my grandmother. I changed the last line, felt forced to change it, but will still categorize this poem as a Villanelle. I could have easily repeated the closing line again, or could have called it free verse, but neither would have done justice to the message or the form, because I used the power of the repetition, provided by the form, throughout.


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FALL

Shine bright, for you 
Are meant to light up 
Someone’s life, simply 
With your presence.

Smile for someone
Could be falling for 
 Your happiness.

Laugh for someone 
Could fall in love 
With your humour.

Make eye contact 
For someone could 
Fall for your gaze.

Cry, for someone
May fall for your
Imperfections.

Be yourself for
Someone may 
Fall for you.


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Fallen Angel Serenade

Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, Whispers of love, God's cherub strum a song on high Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Serenade me with blessings into His arms, I plea In your celestial presence, my soul caresses the sky Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, please envelop me for I am weary I embrace the loving touch of God you personify Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Messengers of God carry His love on wings of glory Soaring to new heights, I hear heavenly harps as I fly Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, angels spread God's true love story Often their whispers are like sacred shouts from nigh Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Singing joyful song, lull me in praise to God gently Shield me from the wickedness of the world, I cry Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Spirit lit in His holiness; share a new song with me
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012 For Fallen Angel contest 5th place


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Love Yet Unknown

An infant's cry has an Elysian ring,
endearing the late-night hour.
A tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound, 

impinges a young mother's weary body.
Joyously awakened, she follows her heart,
as a newborn angel softly calls.
 
Rest will evade for a short while
as motherly instincts prevail;
endearing the late-night hour.

Tender emotions overwhelm her soul
as dream-like powers drift over,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Angelic bells heard in air, abound.
Time is of no essence,
as motherly instincts prevail.

Waiting in a Lilliputian ruffled bassinet,
contentment, despite weariness,
a newborn angel softly calls.

Life now holds a most sacred trust,
a miracle of wonderment.
Time is of no essence.

Her total being, now complete,
dreamlike trends never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Now aspiring to her most magnanimous role,
futurity holds only hopefulness &
a miracle of wonderment.

Nebular images, as far as she can see,
in tune with her dreams, now reality.
A newborn angel softly calls.

Halos, aspirations, is all that she sees.
An infant's cry has an Elysian ring.
Futurity holds only hopefulness, &
a tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound.

Drifting, in her thoughts,
tones of amazement, never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body,
a newborn angel softly calls.


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A CENOTAPH WOULD SPEAK OUT LOUD

A CENOTAPH WOULD SPEAK OUT LOUD

There is, in my still heart, room for you,
Despite the unmannerly way you have behaved
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

You smiled, and said love was for the few,
The deed is done, your garden, it is paved,
In my torn heart, there’s still room for you.

You said the years would bring regret and rue
As into each decade I danced and raved
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

I think, how, in spite of things, you’re true
How, in a small place, all the people braved,
In my dying heart there’s room for you.

In your slow glance, trust was built anew
Creeping home, someone smiled at me and waved,
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

In your name, I watch the stars turn blue,
Is there a chance somehow I’ll be saved?
In my eternal heart, there’s a bloom or two,
I have managed to save a room for you


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DEAR GUARDIAN ANGEL

Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores
Testing sojourn through realms of dark and light
Walking through now and here with trials galore


There strides a guardian angel who keeps score
Spirit-soul unfurls the path of fond sight
Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores


Man searching sacred destiny to see more
Brave heart learning to discern play of light
Walking through now and here with trials galore


Being first-cause to live a life that spores
A world of opposites confronts each flight
Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores


Field trip and tale of fate beyond this door
Poise and choice dictate bold drama and plight
Walking through now and here with trials galore


Grace provides truth and beauty to fund more
My guardian angel walks me with kind light
Soul journeys here upon these earthly shores
Walking through now and here with trials galore


Leon Enriquez
17 Mar 2014
Singapore