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Villanelle Pain Poems | Villanelle Poems About Pain

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HERE COMES THE BRIDE

Standing at the church awaiting his bride, ‘twas meant to be the best day of his life; When she arrives, she is not by his side. His bitter tears he can no longer hide, grieving for the one due to be his wife. Standing at the church awaiting his bride The coffin appears; her body inside, She couldn’t be saved; the cancer was rife. When she arrives, she is not by his side. Looking to heaven, he prays God will guide, giving him succour, at this time of strife. Standing at the church awaiting his bride, If she could see him she’d be full of pride; they will meet again in the afterlife. When she arrives, she is not by his side, In his memory she’ll always reside. his heart is broken; pain cuts like a knife. Standing at the church awaiting his bride; when she arrives, she is not by his side. Contest - Shadow Hamilton – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only My first attempt at Villanelle form 11th June 2105


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Then Comes the Rain

The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Hell's demons call again, my name.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.

High hopes they had for me, in vain.
Their little girl is not the same.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.

This inmost hurt, I can't explain:
A hollow shell of me, became.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.

A thunderbolt you can't contain;
My madness only to inflame.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.

Despair within me sits ingrained.
By giving in, I feel the shame.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.

Intensity begins to wane.
This life, I fear I can't reclaim.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.


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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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Words Can't Convey What I'm Feeling

Words can’t convey what I’m feeling,
color has shed all shades, but blue,
for betrayal’s left me reeling.

It seems my heart's not worth stealing
and holds little value for you,
words can’t convey what I’m feeling.

I wait at the altar kneeling 
my aching heart ripped in two,
for betrayal’s left me reeling.

My hurt and pain’s beyond healing
deceived by all that I thought true,
words can’t convey what I’m feeling.

Blankly staring at the ceiling
I just don't know what I should do,
for betrayal’s left me reeling.

My heart's falling apart dealing
with all the shame you put me through.
Words can’t convey what I’m feeling,
for betrayal’s left me reeling.



(A “villanelle” poem.)


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Venom

They call my name but I do not hear.
Their words and voices are anything but clear.
I don't even try to listen; I'm filled with fear.

You do not notice my absence, I know.
I know that you forgot me long ago.
I reap, not my work, but what you sew.

What you've done cannot be forgiven;
What you have taken cannot be re-given.
The more pain, the more my heart hardens.

The more they seek me, the more I hide.
All but you have at least tried,
To reach me when I am far off, when I've died.

You go to a place far away from home,
When you feel so completely alone.
Going through your life with a fine-toothed comb,

And they expect appreciation, to be let in?
No can know, no one can know my sins.
My spirit is weak, my soul feeble, my trust shaken.

You haunt me where ever I go.
I still taste the venom, it was so long ago,
But I, I remember what you did, and so,

I try to forget, try to erase an abundance of pain,
But my memories will always be of storms and rain.
I needed you so much but never will again. 

I picked a poisonous flower, 
Sometimes even the beautiful will devour.
You took something sweet and made it sour.


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Roots

               The poet's heart, with roots in pain
               Finds fertile soil to to grow the soul 
            Through sorrow’s tears; a deeper plane

            Perspective gleaned from rough terrain 
           See diamond hues where most find coal
               The poet's heart, with roots in pain

           In wrestled thoughts moored near insane 
               A shadowed bloom that hurt unfolds
            Through sorrow’s tears; a deeper plane

          Dark blossoms spawned from opened veins 
            Bend toward the truth with keen control
               The poet's heart, with roots in pain

         The beauty viewed through fissured panes
             Reflect a path that’s scarcely strolled
           Through sorrow’s tears; a deeper plane

         Those few who delve, find realms - arcane
               Kaleidoscopes of wounds extolled
              The poet's heart, with roots in pain
           Through sorrow’s tears; a deeper plane

                              14 Mar 2015
                Repeat After Me - Poetry Contest