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Villanelle Pain Poems | Villanelle Poems About Pain

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My Smile Is Only A Mirage

I laugh but I want to cry
My heart is in so much pain
Like I'm about to just die 

I'm not ready to say bye
I need shelter from the rain
I laugh but I want to cry

Please God tell me why
Hurt runs through my veins
Like I'm about to just die

I wish I had you nigh 
I'm about to go insane 
I laugh but I want to cry 

You were a amazing guy
Why did you have to get slain
I laugh but I want to cry 
Like I'm about to just die 


Alexis Y.
08-15-16

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

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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

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Darkland Poetry | Year Posted 2015

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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,
your 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,
your betrayal’s left me reeling.

My broken heart’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,
your betrayal’s left me reeling.

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


(A “villanelle” poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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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!

Copyright © shirin neshat | Year Posted 2013

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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.

Copyright © Emily Schaffer | Year Posted 2013

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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

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 8

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8

The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own way straps on strappados 

Mascaraed serene face trots on stilettos
Embryos oblivious violent lope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

Paths to pleasure lead through stabbing throes
Sadistic brutes loved more than sweet husband dope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Tigress nape stung deep in tiger-tooth jaws
Thumped fury of loins turns mother salope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

The sacred act of making one life’s woes
Born of the terra moto gasping breath grope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Still the Big-Bang whistles tinnitus mementoes
Is the Universe the result of wanton rape
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Each in his own way straps on strappados

© T. Wignesan – Pars,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Before I died

Could you write a poem if you tried?
It’s just a few black patterns on the page.
I  wrote this villanelle  before I died

Would you write free verse,  just on the side?
Or would the lack of form  make you enraged?
Could you write a poem if you tried?I

Do you like what manners like to hide?
Would you keep your black  dog in a cage?
I wrote this villanelle  before I died

Has your ink got all glued up and dried?
Does your handwriting now fit the page?
Could you write a poem if you tried?

Write alot and weep  when you decide
My cat and I have now become engaged
I wrote this villanelle  before I died

Do  not let the critics you deride
At the worst you start a brand new page
Could you write a poem if you tried?
I  wrote this villanelle  before I died

Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2016

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The rage of living

The point of living is to feel alive
Not caged  by  too high walls or steely fence
We want to love,be taken by surprise.

Our  wounded mangled self we can’t deride,
Recalling  fights and  struggles lived  through once.
The point of living is to feel alive.

We dither to and fro in puzzled ways
We feel the anguish, still and quite intent.
We want to love,be taken by surprise.

The self’s spontaneous, not a thing contrived;
Formed with love and  hate,with all intense.
The rage of living is to be alive.

When washed away by feelings glad,immense
That cross our borders without our lament
The  hope,the need of living is  our life
We want to  give and take  yet fear surprise

Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2016

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Rising pain----Taken away from here

There is a feeling that rises.
Everything gold fades to gray.
The pain floats into nothingness    

This feeling tears into the depths.
It tunnels into the deep and sleeps.
There is a feeling that rises.

Monsters in the abyss.
The chasm grows shallow.
The pain floats into nothingness.

The feelings cuts deep, blunt blade.         
At it doesn't lie, always hurts.
There is a feeling that rises.

Informed of another release.
Oh anguish, come forth quickly.      
The pain floats into nothingness.       

Forever remissed, forever forgotten.
Forever entangled, forever enthralled.
The pain floats away into nothingness.
There is a feeling that rises.

Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2015