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Villanelle Suicide Poems | Villanelle Poems About Suicide

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Details | Villanelle |

Giggles of Demons

On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand; 
in inky blackness of night, 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band; 
submit without a fight. 
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.

Running with the evil intent of command, 
black thoughts now shocking white, 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

Misery becomes too much to withstand; 
the balm of slumber bright. 
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.

Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand. 
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite; 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

Craving only grief's respite, 
I turn towards the waiting light. 
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand; 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

Copyright © Darkland Poetry | Year Posted 2015


Details | Villanelle |

Why didn't I die

Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 
When all the dreams and hope do fail
Dear Savior take away my life

Yet still to this day do I grind
In search for that dear wanted grail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 

So I have thought for months and months
Leaving behind a an endless trail
Dear Savior take away my life

My hope for program has gone wrong
And beat me like an evil tail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die

I feel so hurt I cannot try
My wracked soul has left me frail
Dear Savior take away my life

And from my failures do I hide
While burning blushing in my shame
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
Dear Savior take away my life

Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |

Choice

                                    Choice

1
Comes a time when all is said and done.
And there and then just turn and walk away. 
When living is just no longer any fun.
2
And even if life was a race well run,
If it's at the end of a perfect day, why stay?
Comes a time when all is said and done.
3
As quality of life slips steadily away,
For every joyous ounce, a price to pay,
When living is just no longer any fun,
4
First pause and wallow in good memories.
Then with a soft chuckle, smile, and boldly say:
“Comes a time when all is said and done!”
5
Eventually, for all of us, it will come.
Despite desire the body will no longer Play;
When living is just no longer any fun.
6
Before dignity impairment is begun,
Will I face the inevitable? I may!
Comes a time when all is said and done,
When living is just no longer any fun!




Copyright © Keith Beavon | Year Posted 2016


Details | Villanelle |

All I Have Lost

All I have lost, I cannot find again.
And all I find, I fear I’ll never lose.
I only live for when my life will end.

My soul is filled with words I cannot pen.
My days are spent chasing a wary muse.
All I have lost, I cannot find again.

The shadow lurks and thinks, “Not if, but when?”
A voice and presence I dare not refuse.
I only live for when my life will end.

My mind dwells on all that might once have been-
Love, light and life with the power to choose.
All I have lost, I cannot find again.

What good is life when it is naught but sin?
No need for Hell when I’ve myself accused.
I only live for when my life will end.

My thoughts force down on ice already thin,
No riddance of dead weight will pay my dues.
All I have lost, I cannot find again-
I only live for when my life will end. 

Copyright © Little Sperling | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

I've Sought Comfort in my Own Depression

Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation

This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the thread,
And await cataclysmic sensation

All sensory functions raptured for none,
Oh, my dear, bludgeon me with a spearhead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

You rap at my door: a slut's seduction,
Sweetness, repose in this conjugal bed,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Take another face -- you shall be kissed again,
A malicious perversion, a godshead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Copyright © Darya Shir | Year Posted 2017

Details | Villanelle |

My Life Has Gone Forfeit Since You Went Away

My life has gone forfeit since you went away
The stone is cold and still
I am lost, so lost, without you and stumble to find my way

Oh! That blue sky how now that you are only gray
Songbird how your song plays only shrill
My life has gone forfeit since you went away

Your hand in mine never lead me astray
Scared in the darkness I reach for it still
I am lost, so lost, without you and stumble to find my way 

I embrace the air for alone is how I lay
As you rest eternally upon that distant hill
My life has gone forfeit since you went away

I beg to the Universe, to God, to anything that will hear me pray
And with silence returned, I reach for the pills
I am lost, so lost, without you and stumble to find my way

The preachers and prophets say we will meet again one day
The pills, swiftly, I hope they kill
My life has gone forfeit since you went away
I am lost, so lost, without you and stumble to find my way

Copyright © John Floyd | Year Posted 2017