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Loss Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Loss

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The chameleon dance

The chameleon dance rests in a man’s mind…
To the procrastinator a slow waltz starts
and avails to him reasons to be unkind

In the throes of passion he rejects his bind,
gyrating wildly in the tango of hearts.
The chameleon dance rests in a man’s mind

quick stepping excuses to uphold his grind.
He blames stress from work and an ailing path charts
and avails to him reasons to be unkind.

In a slow dance his excuses are confined,
he claims the seductress made him drown his smarts.
The chameleon dance rests in a man’s mind

enabling him to leave his ‘fat’ wife behind.
In the alcoholic drink his eye sight darts
and avails to him reasons to be unkind.

He never takes blame for his mistakes combined
…oh the devil is to blame when his wife parts.
The chameleon dance rests in a man’s mind
and avails to him reasons to be unkind


12/28/2012


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Nothing Wrong

Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Some tales are simply meant to end with pain!
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

Perhaps communication was unclear,
Or the conversation a bit inane?
Apparently nothing wrong happened here.

So -- big smile! Chuckle. Manifest good cheer,
Or at least look up to ignore the stain;
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

Opposite plain language, most insincere
Utterances usually explain
Why apparently nothing wrong happened here.

Over nothing, don't shed one meager tear;
Do not question the arrangement again...
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.

It certainly doesn't help to complain --
All one can do is try to persevere.
Apparently nothing wrong happened here:
Nothing wrong has stifled this voice with fear.


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Your Door

Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching  for answers, my back on your floor!

Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once,  I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.

Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my  heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.

The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
 As you were leaving our tears were discrete, 
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!

-Tiffany Dawn 2010


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Its Nice

I guess everything I did or do is not good enough for you,
This Mr Nice guy is not working out to your standards isn't it true.
What are you asking for from me, would you like the beast unleashed,
like it was before I turned into an angel that was kissed? 

You have been asking for it, for a long time now,
the beast wants to tear out of my skin and make you drown. 
Kill you and devour you piece by piece,
than spit you out into hell where you'll burn like the trees. 

What haven't I given you that you have treated me this way,
I show you live and care but you burned my heart like a pile of hay. 
So for my final words, be cautious of the daemon YOU have unleashed,
Cause one wrong move and your body will be incomplete.


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Colors in my Mind

my aging eyes have sadly become color blind though in my memories, rainbows frolic and play this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find I miss rich skin colors, the beauty of mankind and the sparkle in a child's eyes, to see I pray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind hot sand between my toes and ocean waves remind the boldness of red and blue in my thoughts display this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find from sunsets to flower blooms, God's brilliance designed in the warm breeze, petunias and daffodils sway my aging eyes have sadly become color blind colors in a Van Goth painting, boldly combined or the softly muted colors of a Monet this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find dazzling emeralds, sapphires, and rubies once shined yesterdays beaming rainbows are now shades of gray my aging eyes have sadly become color blind this mind will not forget what the eyes cannot find By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 4, 2012 for Color Blindness contest (Olajide Adelana)


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Funeral

His family pretended not to cry 
But both his sisters had no heart to spare; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

The blazing sun one summer day drew nigh; 
Its orange radiance it could not share. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

There was a man in hell beneath that sky-- 
Discerning now that care, like warmth, was rare. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

All that his soul could utter was a sigh; 
The shattered saints in Heaven said Lord's Prayer. 
His family pretended not to cry. 

Like sunlight, his disease bore down to dry 
Emotions spent without concern or care. 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie. 

Upon the desert ground he lay to die-- 
Addiction was much more than he could bear. 
His family pretended not to cry; 
They said they loved him, yet it was a lie.


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A Villanelle of Loss

How long can I sit here? 
With my head in my hands 
Drenched in layers of my fear. 

Stop thinking, my thoughts all smear 
Like ocean water devouring the sands 
How long can I sit here? 

Urgent whispers within my ear 
Speaking sorrow of the sacred lands 
Drenched in layers of my fear. 

I'm strong for long, but wait! There's a tear 
The shattering of my dreamlands. 
How long can I just sit here? 

Those evil thoughts, they always sneer 
When there is only one left who stands 
Drenched in layers of my fear. 

Here they come, they draw near! 
With all of their cruel demands 
How long can I just sit here 
Drenched in layers of my fear?


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Time to Pay the Toll

Your piercing eyes warp my soul
These callous games seem coldly unjust
Time is up…now pay the toll

Your intense stare and polished stroll
Littering your path with futile dust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul

Your arduous antics temper my parole 
A petite portion of fleeting lust 
Time is up…now pay the toll

Your lifeless heart beats caked with coal
Your fingertips roam laced with rust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul

My psyche is spent, the rest you stole
Your ego sways awkwardly robust
Time is up…now pay the toll

So close to your vainglorious goal
I wish my desires to flee in a gust
Your piercing eyes warp my soul
Time is up…now pay the toll


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Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


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The Solitude

My loneliness bleeds but is not stained,
What has become of this light of day?
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

The comfort of the night on darkness rained,
To wander the streets with naught to say,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

To walk down the alley, narrow and tear-drained,
Watching for a sign but leading me astray,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

This hurt that covers, a veil ingrained,
Finds me getting on an empty subway,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.

Travelling to nowhere by fate ordained,
Until the distance feels furthest away,
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.

To undergo the sound and suffering so sustained,
 I find myself too hesitant to pray,
My loneliness bleeds but is not stained.
A solitude of thoughts so mixed, so pained.


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