Love Villanelle Poems | Examples
These Love Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Love. These are the best examples of Villanelle Love poems written by international poets.
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
Thee crumbling walls can’t hear my song,
Though once they rang with joy and cries—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
My sisters’ love, both soft and strong,
Lit up the dusk like fireflies.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
My brothers helped me along,
With quiet nods and whispered wise—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Where roses bloomed and deer would throng,
Now other homes and fences rise.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
Back then, each room would hum with throng—
Mom’s warmth, Dad’s calm, and lullabies.
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Yet memory’s roots still hold me strong,
Though time and weather blur the ties.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
A poem without a title was written,
based on an undeniable feeling.
In that moment I was simply smitten.
This couldn’t have been typewritten
the way my mind you kept consuming.
A poem without a title was written.
Without a box for musings to fit in
my unprepared heart was left reeling,
in that moment I was simply smitten.
Allowing the words to be handwritten
an outlet for what I was concealing,
a poem without a title was written.
Safe to say that I was badly bitten,
my skin left broken, raw, and peeling.
In that moment I was simply smitten.
To let all of this out I’ve been sittin’
pining over all you’ve been stealing.
A poem without a title was written,
in that moment I was simply smitten.
Lirena was a songbird born of yore
Who dearly loved her husband everyday;
She sings her songs of contentment no more.
An adversary’s troops ransacked the shore,
A ruthless marauding they did display;
Lirena was a songbird born of yore.
Her loving husband whom she did adore
Abducted mercilessly from the fray;
She sings her songs of victory no more.
She trailed the captor’s ship on raft with oar,
Enduring stormy gales and restless waves;
Lirena was a songbird born of yore.
Making landfall, sprinting upshore,
In tearful attempt to plead and persuade,
She sung her people’s secret song of yore.
But the Adversary had no remorse,
Her beloved was already in decay.
Lirena is a songbird of long forgotten lore;
She sings her songs of compunction forevermore.
In shadows cold, you made your stand,
With all the nerve yet none of the spine
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
The bed you chose, I wish lies unmanned,
A ghostly hollow of your design
In shadows cold, you made your stand
True friends arise, they understand,
But your treachery wears a warmer sign
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
You left me here to face the sand
Your whispered promises malign;
In shadows cold, you made your stand
Each tear I shed is carved; but you planned,
Yet still, I rise from this decline;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
Oh, taste the bitterness claimed, unplanned;
The price of trust—now pain entwined;
In shadows cold, you made your stand;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
Listen to the deep stillness here,
Feel the inner astronaut glide;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Relax into that mystic sphere,
Smell the fragrance of time and tide;
Listen to the deep stillness here.
Commune with the sacred touch dear,
Heed the inner child by your side;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Attune to love that sparkles clear,
Choice of poise frames voice in joy ride;
Listen to the deep stillness here.
Discern the way true love endears,
Come to know truth that humbles pride;
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Endow your precious wholesome sphere,
Live from the heart where love abides;
Listen to the deep stillness here,
Glimpse the pure grace that ever cheers.
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Like the wind, whose story God wrote
Restless dreams whisper their glow
Joy stirs the music, the songs who know
He restores souls with His gentle note
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Softly caressing winds, swirl and blow
Listening to the poetry hearts can quote
Restless dreams whisper their glow
Rustle of leaves, swooshing to and fro
Grace that God’s word shall promote
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Winter drifts in with blessings of snow
Reflections arising from God’s lifeboat
Restless dreams whisper their glow
Gentle kiss of peace, to the Savior I owe
To Him, my life and love I’ll ever devote
Soundless words, pierce, then flow
Restless dreams whisper their glow
An idiosyncratic apothecary,
neo pop corollas line its grove;
The price and results may vary;
Heinous hues hang extraordinary,
the bourgeoise see a treasure trove;
An idiosyncratic apothecary;
Chartreuse poppin’ pills be wary,
a champion’s golden boxing glove;
The price and results may vary;
Bating mediocre alive to bury
immobile in the web they wove;
An idiosyncratic apothecary;
Citrine and amethystine they carry
promise calm, balance, and love;
The price and results may vary;
Naïveté of the Sucker is scary,
silk subterfuge we do not speak of;
An idiosyncratic apothecary,
the price and results may vary.
Drifting in the silence of the night,
I just want to reach out and grab you;
I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight;
Ceiling fan spins as hard as I fight,
wide eyed witching hour’s nothing new;
Drifting in the silence of the night;
There’s reason to smile tears fall despite,
maybe it’s time to reveal what’s true;
I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight;
Such restlessness in star light star bright,
your eyes change from purple to blue;
Drifting in the silence of the night;
A pin drop’s enough to bring frostbite,
is the hunter who’s stalking a clue?
I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight;
Please do not ask me to stay polite,
I see all you try to hide from view;
Drifting in the silence of the night,
I’ll calm what is feral hold you tight.
Hour after hour, I was sitting there,
the time unknown,
deep in prayer.
Her hand I held, but she was unaware,
I was all alone,
in much dispare.
I wish we'd had, more times to share,
while I was grown,
it isn't fair.
This is more, than even I can bear,
no mercy shown,
or life to spare.
Her breathe is short, and she is gasping air,
I hear her moan,
and I prepare.
The time has come, and this I swear,
it will be known,
there's no compare,
the love we share!
I hold your hand, my guiding light
To our home, a warm November hearth
My treasure, my altar to life
Sweetest coffee, my pure delight
Blanket of bliss, your jubilant mirth
I hold your hand, my guiding light
In crisp ashen skies flies a kite
When sunshine tires you make up its worth
My treasure, my altar to life
Hair tranquil midnight, skin Valette white
Angelic kiss, your hips sway with your pert
I hold your hand, my guiding light
You surpass art, O perfect sight
I was made for you since birth
My treasure, my altar to life
Starshine my goddess of achrondite
I covet time with you on this Earth
You are my all, and all is right
My treasure, my altar to life
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Reckless as the dark night who aches,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Blessing away silence, so shy
And, dewlike mist never forsakes,
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Shadows in the mind won’t comply,
Beneath moonlit smiles, thunder quakes
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Grace abides to never deny,
Twilight wonder calms, never fakes,
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Gentling hearts, love shall soon reply,
Beyond the night, stardust partakes,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Does the heart really know why?
Or is this the way for mistakes?
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
I want to cover memories with you,
transform my view change the past;
Look back and see something new
Everything is magic that we do,
moments seem to go by so fast;
I want to cover memories with you;
By and by fresh thoughts accrue
wiping away old ghosts at last;
Look back and see something new!
The next trip loaded in the queue
with a partner who remains steadfast;
I want to cover memories with you
Happiness has a breakthrough,
lighting a smile of dopamine fast;
Look back and see something new;
A sky, sea, and mind painted blue
stay present there’s a calm forecast;
I want to cover memories with you,
look back and see something new.
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
Castle enchanted by savior’s shield,
The peasant looks upon her light.
Emblazoned eyes and flurried delight,
Odds against him, salvation healed.
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
Soaked ground by bloodied knight,
Standing tall on fallow field,
The peasant looks upon her light.
Soul emboldened and ready for fight,
Dragon’s fire, the enemies kneeled,
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
The bell tolls and dragons take flight,
With sword in hand, harvest yield,
The peasant looks upon her light.
Enemies scattered amidst their fright,
Soul and heart have thus been peeled,
A marauder’s rage and heroic might.
For the peasant looks upon her light.