Childhood Villanelle Poems

These Childhood Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Childhood. These are the best examples of Villanelle Childhood poems written by international poets.

You are locked away in a frozen mist
Your hand once warm upon my knee, my phantom limb—
the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.

You were never

© Kay Mills  

She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
Her crown, heavy with my wasted want.
Never knows best, a fault of design.

Her tensions a dagger, a cunning

© JJ Wiparina  

Childhood Love (Villanelle)

I remember that glorious day when we were young,
We played together and danced through time and space,
If only I expressed my loving thoughts

© Scott Beattie BEATTIE  

Sunlight gleams through the branches of the trees,
Running feet rumbling the soft ground,
Clusters of red among the green leaves.

Children laughing, being chased by bees,
Snapping off

© Cadence Denniston  

Children staring at presents under the tree
Eager eyes wide open and full of wondering,
They know Mama’s been on a shopping spree.

Packages tied up with ribbons,

© L Milton Hankins  

Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream;
I keep struggling to swim, through poverty.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!

Waiting on turns, enrage hope's light agleam...
Shinning

© Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa   

I have endlessly miss us in past best;
Time has eaten up my distant worry,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.

You miss it too like

© Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa   

Keep each other safe, and out of harm’s way,
Know who is doing good or doing bad—
Never let the monsters come out to play.

When you go

© Thomas Koron  

Let heaven judge, man I doubt can, 
Pretending egos oft go wrong, 
What’s justice judged by human pen? 

If truth should die ere rise again,

© Aniruddha Pathak  

I remember when the stars sang for me
Sweet sounds echoing through the night,
When I was young and, oh, so carefree.

It was not as though I

© L Milton Hankins  

Over in the meadowland the birds are singing
Warm weather portends the returning of spring
The bees have set about their pollen bringing.

Hopeful, bright spring days with

© L Milton Hankins  

Luke couldn't stop thinking about the boy
It was just so illuminating and cold
But he could never forget the tomboy

That morning, Luke was shocked by the

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

Hold my pony tight, spin on a carousel
For me June was always the best time of year
Sweet are my days, like a golden caramel

Go to

© Jeanne Mcgee  

Go out now, children, while you can and play.
The time to romp and frolic will not last.
Drink Kool-Aid under shade trees while you may.

Sing simple

© Janice Canerdy  

I grew up in the deep South.
It didn't matter the color of your skin
No one was disrespectful or ran their mouth.
We were friends! We stuck

© Bette Bavington