Family Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Family Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Family. These are the best examples of Villanelle Family poems written by international poets.
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure,
that’s said to belong to One-eyed Willy.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
The map shows we have to be clever,
don’t you realize what you could see?
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure.
Family ties we must briefly sever
in order to truly become a Goonie.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
For social disease this is the cure,
the way to avoid a catastrophe.
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure.
Here and now matters later is over,
our chance gone as swift as the sea.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
This mad idea may make you shiver,
don’t you realize it’s meant to be?!
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
I am, as were my parents before me,
undoubtedly, their parents before them...
perpetuating our family tree.
Trusting in God, and Jesus Christ is key
to their faith, as well as my own, Amen!
I am, as were my parents before me.
The Word leads us beyond reality,
together in Grace, despite the mayhem,
perpetuating our family tree.
"What's what?", "The what's/' are not," and, "('s) is," would be
from whence my life had grown from a tree's stem--
I am, as were my parents before me.
Saints behold, Heaven on Earth, all set free.
Caught amidst thistles, the Shepherd unjam,
perpetuating our family tree.
Faithful prayers transcend miracles daily,
rainfalls on forest' ... gift grows to a gem.
I am, as were my parents before me,
perpetuating our family tree.
What joy we feel on Christmas Day
For children everywhere a thrill
Gifts have arrived on Santa's sleigh
Our tree, a colourful display
With lights, glitter and much tinsel
What joy we feel on Christmas Day
All the family here today
To celebrate and show goodwill
Gifts have arrived on Santa's sleigh
Church service; now we're off to pray
We walk as the first snowflakes fall
What joy we feel on Christmas Day
Now back to feast without delay
To quaff good ale and eat our fill
Gifts have arrived on Santa's sleigh
Carol singers now come our way
Collecting for those folk with nil
What joy we feel on Christmas Day
Gifts have arrived on Santa's sleigh
Speak the truth before it is too late,
Cleanse your soul, purge out all hate,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
Values and morals must escalate,
Sweep away all the dirt on your slate,
Speak the truth before it is too late!
Keep your moral account up to date,
Your bank account will not help your fate,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
You traded lies in your life’s debate,
When life deceived you with wealth as bait,
Speak the truth before it is too late!
Death will snatch away your mortal trait,
Your soul journeys to eternal state,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
Repent your misdeeds,let’s pray and hope,
To climb to Heaven here is the rope,
Speak the truth before it is too late,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
alone he stands behind the plow
in footrace with the lengthened dawn
a shadow figure in the now
pursues the where and when and how
of unseen reins so slowly drawn
alone he stands behind the plow
each furrow’s end a prayerful bow
an homage paid – dark soil turned fawn
a shadow figure in the now
a twisted plowmans daily prowl
his dream - horizon’s distant pawn
alone he stands behind the plow
as rutted field and furrowed brow
leave in the mist the endless song
a shadow figure in the now
in answer to where, when, and how
sweet memories dark furrows spawn
alone he stands behind the plow
a shadow figure in the now
©1/16/2018
Contest: Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Friends and family allow you to see
your strengths and faults, through sympathetic eyes;
and never waver, should you disagree.
Even subjected to the third degree;
standing steadfast, they will not compromise:
friends and family allow you to see
Offering unflinching support for free,
they rejuvenate and revitalize:
and never waver, should you disagree.
They applaud your accomplishments with glee,
things that others tend to trivialize:
friends and family allow you to see.
Caretakers of your heart, they hold the key,
to unlock the virtues they recognize:
and never waver, should you disagree.
Pushing you to be all that you can be,
they even defend your outrageous lies.
Friends and family allow you to see,
and never waver, should you disagree.
I caught him high, but I was high
as we passed each other with mutual dread
he caught me high, but he was high
smoked some of his s--- and thought I would die
then he looked at me as if I were dead
I caught him high, but I was high
young foolish and willing to try
anything to pry the nightmares from my head
he caught me high, but he was high
when momma’ left I wasn’t sure why
the emptiness proved a tough skin to shed
I caught him high, but I was high
anger crept through the house like a poltergeist
dislodging dreams without a word being said
he caught me high, but he was high
our sullen minds closed at the exact same time
no questions answered only demons fed
I caught him high, but I was high
he caught me high, but he was high
Gave I my wife a gentle hug,
on her cheek placed a little peck.
Frankly she had rather have a rug.
Persisted I the hole be deeper dug
and kissed her on the neck.
Gave I my wife a gentle hug.
She asked me then, “see that bug”
and squished it under foot.
Frankly she had rather have a rug.
Maybe I misunderstood the tug,
thought I felt in heat of passion.
Gave I my wife a gentle hug.
Shook her head, mop she drug.
Cleaned up the squish, sadly said;
"frankly she had rather have a rug"
“Get out of here you ugly mug”.
Said with smile artificially smug.
Gave I my wife a gentle hug.
Frankly she had rather have a rug.
© Jun 06 2010 for Dr. Mehta's Villanelle contest
Softly she enters the path into wood
Dressed in summer's white linen, black hat unband
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood
In bloom today trees ..dogwoods, cottonwood
She carries her butterfly net in hand
Softly she enters the path into wood
Tiny little girls become sisterhood
Drawn to nature are they, bugs, blooms, and
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood
She spies butterflies in the thick hardwood
Escape today, play her spirit's demand
Softly she enters the path into wood
Away from the creekside where sometimes flood
Away into the scary woods not planned
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood
Away she goes into the deep away
Stray away from everyday dismay
Softly she enters the path into wood
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood
The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone
A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone
Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone
Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone
Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone
Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone
The chimney now stands alone
Without the home that was filled with love
A relic of what once had been gone
All the children left for places unkown
Father left many years ago for above
The chimney now stands alone
It once radiated warmth from its stones
As mother cooked meals unconceived of
A relic of what once had been gone
The chimney now stands alone
Once it glowed with warmth that was made use of
Family gathered around, sweet potatoes thrown
In the ashes and coals, now the family is unknown
They're gone to different parts of the world, deprived of
A relic of what once had been gone
Children studied lessons once by the flame
Now no one even knows any of their names
The chimney now stands alone
A relic of what once had been gone