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Villanelle Farewell Poems | Villanelle Poems About Farewell

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Details | Villanelle |

Shattered

I loved you so much it hardly mattered,
Blinded by your million, shiny shards of glass,
Before we laid our love to waste, bruised and battered.

I failed, refused to see the tattered.
Splinters of your future, forged from your broken past,
I loved you so much it hardly mattered.

Our dreams of sustaining this ecstasy scattered,
Our time together spins to conclusion too fast,
As we lay our love to waste, bruised and battered.

My god! You were brilliant tho, smooth and lacquered,
So extraordinary, a demigod unabashed,
I loved you so much it hardly mattered.

I’ll always be grateful and truly flattered,
For tasting the angels’ elixir, unsurpassed,
I loved you so much it hardly mattered,
Before we laid our love to waste, bruised and battered.

Copyright © Elisa Christensen | Year Posted 2016


Details | Villanelle |

Beat Beat Flat line

The house across the street 
This evening has no light.
It lost its last heart beat
From within when they took sweet
Ninety five year old grandma to a nursing home over 
on Wright.
The house across the street
That was made with love from concrete
Has said good night.
It lost its last heart beat
Through some ones awful deceit.
Boy, does that bite.
The house across the street
Has no one to greet.
This all happened to night.
It lost its last heart beat
I can't help it that thought I repeat.
To me it's an eerie sight.
The house across the street 
It lost its last heart beat.

Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

When Two Worlds Collide

What happens when two worlds collide?
Will there by earthquakes, hurricanes, or tsunamis
When combining something that should stay divided?

It's like a scientist's experiment 
Will it work, or will it not?
What happens when two worlds collide?

Will everything co-exist in perfect harmony like dew on a flower after a rain shower?
Or erupt like a landslide during a volcano? 
When combining something that should stay divided?

And will love come through as strong as ever to seal the deal
Or crash and burn on the dreams of tomorrow? 
What happens when two worlds collide?

When all seems lost and hope is scarce; will it re-ignite into yesterday's flame
And light the world with burning desire,
When combining something that should stay divided?

Even though I try no to remember you and the love we once shared, I can't help but wonder
Why, why...
Did our two worlds collide when they should have stayed divided?

Copyright © Allie Spoletini | Year Posted 2014


Details | Villanelle |

Farewell

It is tearing me apart, bit by bit,
the words; horrendous words they care to yell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Pushing, shoving, is there and end to it?
Again I am trapped; locked in an endless hell.
It is tearing me apart, bit by bit.

The staring, the whispers, it's a good fit,
for the victim who is afraid to tell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Another name, another bruise, one more slit,
will dying break me from this hurtful spell?
It is tearing me apart, bit by bit.

Why me? They won't stop so shall I just quit?
Pain, it's not worth it, sorry but farewell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Tears roll down as my life ends with a slit,
finally escaping this endless hell.
Finally, it tore me apart, bit by bit.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Copyright © Brianna Orendorf | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle |

No one lives forever

My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare.  
My life clock is in overdrive is this my time to breath my last fresh air.
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

My plan is to rest in peace and hope not to many weep.
My eyes will miss the sunsets, my heart its beating in my breast.
My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare.  

My mortal time is ending my heart will soon beat it last.
and I'm off to rest in peace or may haunt those that laughed.
let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

You think you will live forever and then sneak an extra day.
but in reality any day could be the day that  your last breath go's away    
My cloak as been removed,my invincibility laid bare.  

Your born without a penny and tears within your eyes.
and leave behind your fortune and them tears in others eyes.
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

Let life's trials have it's say, and then turn the other cheek.
Live your life with love and passion and treasure every day.   
My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare  
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

Farewell to a Passion

Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be 
My lonely life, a scary night,welcomed a ray of hope
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be

I belong to some another world, long stay I cannot be
I owe you lot, every spot reminds the way you cope
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be 

Perhaps you need me much but the most it cannot be
You will hurt, without saying good bye , if I elope
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be

You showed me light n lit my path, partner you cannot be
Path I've trodden to reach elsewhere, many steeps and slope
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be 

You will have better company what if he will not be me
Think you not to beloved or worthy for my love, nope 
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be

Many times I've stopped myself whatever it may be
This time I've a little mine and not an option to stop
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be 
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be

Copyright © Neelam Sangwai | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle |

Do not destroy


Do not destroy the  joy of  all we  had
The good need  not be lost when lovers part.
If you need space then take it and be glad.

Because I love you, I shall  now be  sad
But there’s no need to  stab me in  the heart
Do not destroy the  joy of  all we  had.

With your loving words I once was clad
Now naked to the winds, I must  depart
If you need space then take it and be glad.

The only constant love is that of God
No Eros is He with his arrowed darts
Do not destroy the  joy of  all we  had.

On these forlorn, faint tracks I have  once trod
In my mind I search for   ragged  charts
If you need space then take it and be glad.

I have my maps and now am fully clad.
With tenderness,farewell my dearest heart.
Do not destroy the  joy of  all we  had.
If you need space then take it and be glad

Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

Mademoiselle

Like Pip from Great Expectations, in love with Estelle,                                   
As much I loved the stars from sky, and your beautiful eyes:             
My good admirer from a mirror, my dear secret belle.                                                           
The wishful thoughts, and hope of a certain lovely mademoiselle: 
My inner song sounds better in your secret chamber, so nice,          
That the leaves of time have really nothing much to tell.           
The wind may blow, sometime you know the leaves fell
Who can you see some sparks when rubbing pieces of ice?
It is a nest of singing birds, where but joy should dwell.
Like you never give anything away, that you can sell,
Some people do act with folly when use as catalyst the dice.
However, some chances are, if you come to know me well. 
But, if you only grasped what you could never get well
Like a playful cat , sharpening her claws, hunting the mice
They cannot live in a cage, where somebody cast her spell.
All those are like words that go together, before a farewell;
Some play that they love, the game is a pretty device:
Because, the perfume is the same, also the secret smell.
However, after they depart, they may happily meet twice.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2017