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Courage Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Courage

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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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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 

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The impetus of all my dreams ended here
Strangers around me looked baffled and queer
As wishes landed flat on the belly of the fountain

My old self materialized, I was a horrific beast 
 Presidential coinages dissolved in the place one should feast  
As wishes landed flat on the belly of the fountain

A country boy muscling his way through the ego heavy city
Found clogging the sprays that reminded me of wizardry 
As wishes landed flat on the belly of the fountain

A turtle who might have untimely abandoned his shell
Saw something more magisterial than the old georgic well
As wishes landed flat on the belly of the fountain

By releasing the coinage it made me heavier with guilt 
The loss of coin in one pocket made the burdened one tilt
As wishes landed flat on the belly of the fountain
For the ill tended farm without a hulking brute
I returned to their relief, while talking was moot.
Reserved upon entrance, spouting was no longer important.