Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Inspirational Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Inspirational

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

123
Details | Villanelle |

UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


Details | Villanelle |

The Mission Trip To Please

On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze

Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view 
On mission trip overseas

My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas

Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze


Details | Villanelle |

Share the Wealth Bestowed Upon You

Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,	
For the sick and down are crying out for us to do our part,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true. 

Dying children wishing, trusting you’ll come through, 
To depart the angels of suffering from the afflicted heart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do. 

Loving St. Jude of those in need rests his faith upon you,
For giving of what you treasure most is truly a work of art, 
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true.

Restoring smiles to those once shamed, grant children start anew,
For bringing joy to those who grieve from others sets you apart,
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do.

Abundant are those with plentiful hopes, their needs are but a few,
So give of what’s been given you, afford others make a new start,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true

Of earthly treasures a miser not be for in death it goes not with you,
Give to the needy your treasured gifts before death they do depart.
Those bestowed upon them wealth, so much there is to do,
Impart your desirable fortunes and grant wishes to come true


Details | Villanelle |

My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


Details | Villanelle |

Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


Details | Villanelle |

WHISPER


A small murmur of tone
Holding on to the sound
With slight hesitation
That it may be too loud...

No business of yours
Who I am
Or why I am here
Risking all for a cause
That won't let me alone...

I began as something unnamed
They called me this
And watched to see
Where I would go,
Why should It alter my ego?

Maybe the plan isn't there
Maybe finding something
Means leaving something behind
But I can't be other
Than the whispering...

Unheard of-unfulfilled
Except for those
Who listened carefully
And understood, in part
What was meant to be
May never be,
But there was, at least, a start...

Romeo Della Valle
New York City


Details | Villanelle |

The Potency of Words

Potent words can move the soul to be still Writers’ pens may look frail, or so they seem The hands may never touch, but the hearts will Handle with care, words can be volatile Lambasting love and life, deflating dreams Potent words can move the soul to be still Seeds of thoughts grow into wisdom’s tendrils Reaching deep within, bursting the heart’s seams The hands may never touch, but the hearts will Sometimes the simplest words, without the frills are those that capture hearts, that make them gleam Potent words can move the soul to be still Words easily pass through mountains and hills, Friendships formed, faith restored, and love redeemed The hands may never touch, but the hearts will A wealth of words touch beyond writers’ quills Ink from within have warmed lives like sunbeams Potent words can move the soul to be still The hands may never touch, but the hearts will ** June 17, 2010-- written for Dr. Ram’s Villanelle Me contest :)


Details | Villanelle |

So Brief the Time

The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.

Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.

Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime	
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,	      	
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.

Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time		
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime

Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime	
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,		
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime







Details | Villanelle |

Blood Moon


Blood moon embraces the night
Flaming sky crimson glow
Words spoken end in sight

Darkness taking over a dying light
Dreams rest on a cloud of doubt
Blood moon embraces the night

Searching for souls wrong or right
As the silent night surrounds 
Words spoken end in sight

Blessed words reviled so bright
That sat souls afire
Blood moon embraces the night

Holding tight souls take to flight
Filling hearts and minds
Words reviled end in sight

Somewhere a peaceful height
Crimson sky did shine
Blood moon embraces the night
Words reviled end in sight
 


Details | Villanelle |

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)
 


123