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Villanelle Pain Poems | Villanelle Poems About Pain

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Details | Villanelle |

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


Details | Villanelle |

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

Details | Villanelle |

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


Details | Villanelle |

Words Can't Convey



Words can’t convey what I’m feeling color’s shed all its shades but blue betrayal has 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 broken heart ripped in two betrayal has 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 betrayal has 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 betrayal has left me reeling. (A “villanelle” poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

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

Details | Villanelle |

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

Details | Villanelle |

Mental Illness

Angry mental torture kidnapped my brain.
The quiet bliss that I once knew is gone.
Peace in my mind may never be the same.

I cannot tell upon whom lies the blame.
What cruel words became agony’s spawn?
Angry mental torture kidnapped my brain.

An evil fire set my dreams aflame.
The joys of life have from my soul been drawn.
Peace in my mind may never be the same.

Satan danced and in triumph called my name.
He laughed because my hope was truly gone.
Angry mental torture kidnapped my brain.

Demise by wicked words he would proclaim.
Helpless I lay down like a newborn fawn.
Peace in my mind may never be the same.

An Angel with kind words came to reclaim.
The wicked devil’s words are just a con.
Angry mental torture kidnapped my brain.
Peace in my mind may never be the same.


12/25/2016

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

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

                        

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

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 Bee | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

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 Bee | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

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

Details | Villanelle |

Stars

I’ll never know why people fear the night
Why fear something so beautiful and fine?
The darkness gives me more than can the light.

People rely too much on eyes and sight
I’ve learned that I can’t put much trust in mine.
I’ll never know why people fear the night.

Why talk things through, when you can yell and fight?
Store up my blood and set in on a shrine.
The darkness gives me more than can the light.

I watch the world from cold and weary height,
And feel the liquid, diamond stars align.
I’ll never know why people fear the night.

I think on death, and dream of warmth and flight.
I don’t trust words or masks- show me a sign.
The darkness gives me more than can the light.

Not everything that’s pure and good is white.
My throat is blocked by shining, silver twine.
I’ll never know why people fear the night.
The darkness gives me more than can the light.

Copyright © Little Sperling | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

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

Details | Villanelle |

THE DEVIL IN ME

THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE INSIDE OF ME
DEEP INSIDE MY VEINS SOMETHING I FAIL TO DESCRIBE MOVES ABOUT 
SOMETHING INSIDE MY VEINS BRINGS ME PAIN 
IT IS SOMETHING WHICH MAKES ME FAIL TO PREVAIL
SOMETHING WHICH MAKES ME A NO GOOD 

IT MAKES MY HEART HURT 
IT MAKES MY HEART HARD
IT MAKES MY HEART BEAT FASTER

I FEEL MY HEART NO MORE 
IT IS A BLACK STONED HEART
IT CARRIES WITH IT THE WORD EMPTINESS 

THIS SOMETHING MADE ME A KING OF THE DARKNESS 
MYSELF IS NO LONGER MYSELF ANYMORE 
IT IS SOMEBODY'S SOMEBODY 
OWNED AND CONTROLLED BY THIS SOMEBODY 
SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM THE NEW ME

THE ME THAT LISTENS NO MORE 
THE ME THAT BEATS UP MY BABY TO DEATH
THE ME THAT SEPARATES ME FROM THE GOOD LORD 

I NOW STEAL THE STILL NIGHT AND MAKE IT OF THE DEAD 
MY HEAD IS RED BECAUSE OF THE TERRIBLE THINGS ITS HOUSING
IT IS A SHELTER TO EVERY SINGLE BAD WORD EXISTING
SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM ME 

I NO LONGER TALK THE WORDS OF MANKIND  
I HEAR VOICES INSIDE MY HEAD
MY HANDS ARE FULL OF BLOOD

THE BLOOD OF MY BABY IS CRYING OUT FOR HELP
HER EYES ARE DRIPPING BLACK TEARS 
MY BABY IS NO BABY ANY MORE 
SHE SMILES NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF ME

BECAUSE OF MY BLACK HEART 
BECAUSE OF THE DARKNESS IN ME 
SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM ME

ON MY KNEES I FALL DOWN 
SOMEBODY HELP ME
GOOD LORD HEAR MY CRY 

HEAL MY HEART AND MAKE ME CLEAN 
MAKE ME YOURS
SAVE ME FROM THE BAD ME INSIDE ME

Copyright © ABDULLAH GOFA MORUAKGOMO | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

Lazy Toes

“I like my stomach where I can see it,”
I explain to my dinner guests, but
I’d like to see my toes, I will admit.

I’m the kind of guy who always commits
To lounging around and growing my gut –
I like my stomach where I can see it!

Maybe I should join a gym and get fit
I could run, and juice, and eat cashew nuts…
I’d like to see my toes – I will admit!

Though I really like when I get to sit
And munch all day on a dozen donuts
Because my stomach is where I can see it.

There are many things that keep me unfit
But someday, I’d like to stop; cause somewhat,
I’d like to see my toes, I will admit.

That might make you think I’m a hypocrite,
For eating junk and wanting shortcuts,
When my stomach is where I can see it…
Though I would like to see my toes, I admit.

Copyright © Renie Simone | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

Villanelle: Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
No Lawrence outsider sups with wooden spoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

One thing’s to espouse the cause of mighty swain
Another to champion masses without boon
Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

Shut not windows when floors are not wet with rain
Let not those who suffocate force you to swoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

Who writes in huis clos invisible inane
Turn Left to stand up for the ‘pariah’ goon
Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain

How much less harm this world could have borne sans pain
If only from mouth you spat out silver spoon
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

Go tell the coolie his life is his to brain
Break existential chain with will not too soon
Break not chains Sartre hooked on ankles in disdain
Don’t bitter gruel course through low coolie-lines vein

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017