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Villanelle Funeral Poems | Villanelle Poems About Funeral

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Details | Villanelle |

Grandma

The world did wear you down and on you passed.
Nightmares of young did press your eyes to close,
But God has gathered you and him at last.

Today we mourn for you, with hearts half-mast,
Today your joy above joins here our woes.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.

Now Zion holds you in its streets, so vast, 
Your withered hands and shining soul repose.
But God has gathered you and him at last.

Gehenna reaps none of what it has cast, 
Sheol takes skins and God what he now sows.
The world did wear you down and on you passed.

The space where you once stood won’t fill so fast,
Your words will warm in us what hate once froze,
But God has gathered you and him at last.

Go meet Allah and He, your loves, in grassed,
Unfettered fields. Your death on Earth now shows
The world did wear you down and on you passed,
But God has gathered you and him at last.

Copyright © Aaron Crow | Year Posted 2010



Details | Villanelle |

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.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Villanelle |

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.

Copyright © Alvin Thomas Ethington | Year Posted 2011

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 |

A Plot of Ground

When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,
A lone woman visits the graves,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

She speaks, but her words are not loud,
She whispers and calls them by name,
When the moon is blocked by gray clouds.

The deceased has grown to a crowd,
She speaks tenderly to the dead,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

With the handgun she kept her vows,
As her victims entered her net,
When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,

They came strutting and oh, so proud,
And many more will find her web,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

Her name is Danielle of the Marsh,
She hides her real name, Black Widow,
When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

©December 18, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Copyright © Jerry Bolton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

As Midnight Ensues

Golden swaying heads of the amber waves
the sunshine sweetly upon the wheat fields’
Tares are standing taller in their own graves
Only the mercy of God is that which staves
falling to the ground the flowing harvest yields
Golden swaying heads of the amber waves
that which slips into darkness as death craves
The sun shines sweetly upon granite shields
Tares are standing taller in their own graves
One is truly free in life but both are slaves
The reaper comes fast a sharp scythe he wields
Golden swaying heads of the amber waves
Marching proud to the sounds of their own claves
War drums beat as a gathering storm builds
Tares are standing taller in their own graves
Never knowing his grace the one that saves
Sun and the rain comes upon the dark guilds
Golden swaying heads of the amber waves
Tares are standing taller in their own graves

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017