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.
to wend through golden grasses of my past
with chill winds at my back from o'er the hill
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
thus far behind me stands that boy, miscast
while just a jester, much too bright and shrill
to wend through golden grasses of my past
the latter lad, thus pressed to love too fast
so saved his heart to burnish, soft and still
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
he stumbled into manhood, loves amassed
with wisdom gained from tragedy and thrill
to wend through golden grasses of my past
encumbrances and burdens grew too vast
while finding warmth in darkness and a pill
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
so now I cross the fields of time, steadfast
renewed with all the love one heart can will
to wend through golden grasses of my past
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
"A Serious Matter" is a free-verse-ish or "loose" villanelle.
A Serious Matter
by Michael R. Burch
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter:
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Now even though you’re my chains’ begetter
and keep me your slave with that braless sweater,
I love you better despite the fetter.
You say you’re afraid that you’re getting “fatter,”
but your curves are my lust’s prime aider and abettor.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
When you come to bed in sheer lace, my thoughts scatter:
first to the firmer, then to the latter.
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter!
Keywords/Tags: villanelle, love, love hurts, mad, madness, slave, slavery, lust, passion, desire, curves, lace, bed, chain, chains, fetter, fetters, ties that bind, mad hatter, madder than a hatter
Villanelle of a Metal Queen (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson
I just don't know where else to start
to tell you of this love of mine
she is the beating of my heart
these feelings that I must decline
I just don't know where else to start
the memories both sweet and tart
hold feelings that I would enshrine
she is the beating of my heart
I wonder can I play that part
to make these treasures glow and shine
I just don't know where else to start
so soon again she must depart
to let her skills and soul entwine
She is the beating of my heart
She is a rockstar, and a large part
of the sound she helped refine
I just don't know where else to start
She is the beating of my heart
You stand and mock me from afar today,
Ignoring truth disguised behind your fear,
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
Cold walls of ignorance grow in the way,
Dividing those who should be drawing near.
You stand and mock me from afar today.
A fragile mind that doubts will often sway,
Distrust prevails, obscured by shadowed sneer.
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
But brighter dawns can break the cold array,
When hands reach out with love, not hate, sincere.
You stand and mock me from afar today.
Can we not choose to walk a kinder way,
Where acceptance builds the bonds we hold dear?
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
If hearts unlock and move past old dismay,
We’ll find a truth beyond our spite and fear.
You stand and mock me from afar today,
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
The magic you will always return to,
Isn't just the body of your love's quest;
Like the body, your burdened soul once glue.
The fragrance of her smiling face, pursue...
Risk of timing grace you never confessed:
The magic you will always return to,
Is of unseen peering eyes beyond clue,
To free the touching mind posing unrest...
Like the body, your burdened soul once glue.
Awful memories mind never subdue;
Through the worst, best moments wish be confessed-
The magic you will always return to.
Catching a glimpse of crime, love denied queue,
Trying to cover up pleasure... expressed;
The magic you will always return to,
Like the body, your burdened soul once glue.
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat,
Red eyes might grow tough to handle mettle...
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.
Finger might flip up hints to pure deceit,
Somewhat so close to Cain's stunt on Abel;
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat.
Alcohol could have actualised such treat,
Upon rage within, ever unsettle...
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.
Lust to blood; love to ruin, brace up stunt's cheat-
Cain focused off change, hope cares to settle...
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat.
Now, regret locks up an endless defeat...
Upon bloody sin, Cain-Abel nettle;
Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat,
That Is how small the mind could be to beat.
We Wear The Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar
After poem by Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa
Love of our land's labour should make us proud;
The efforts, time, and energy put through...
Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed.
But we wear the mask of pain we don't plowed,
When slavery is to labourers in blue...
Love of our land's labour should make us proud.
Showers of rain ain't just of dusty cloud,
But of heavy downpour and not dew;
Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed.
Yet all harvest couldn't feed suppose crowd,
We become weary of need to pursue...
Love of our land's labour should make us proud.
Just an endless space to measure; unbowed
Hearts and heads under threat, government subdue...
Love of our land's labour should make us proud,
Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed.
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.
Passions arise as love's heart does take flight,
crimson rays born at the end of the day,
dreams are awoken within Luna's light.
In passion's dream, we are lost in the night,
glory abiding in love's special way,
desires arise as love's heart does take flight.
Luna, in passion, is shining so bright,
beginning to turn the night silver grey,
dreams do awaken within Luna's light.
Each night we find love's most precious delight,
together in wonder we both now pray,
passions arise as love does take flight.
To me, you are such a beautiful sight,
come to me now without any delay,
dreams are awoken within Luna's light.
You are my angel, who ever shines bright,
love is our song as we go on our way,
passions arise as love's heart does take flight,
dreams are awoken within Luna's light.
These stairs have wept a million tears
walking from parking lot to hospital room
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
Through shadows and shame, past years
Blessed by the memoires who consume
These stairs have wept a million tears
With the music of a soul ringing in my ears
There’s more love and grace than gloom
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
Families, friends, echoing their cheers
There’s more to this story than doom
These stairs have wept a million tears
The room grows silent when the dust clears
Soon the dream’s soundless spring will bloom
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
In seas of wonder, my gentle volunteers
Remembering, He once rose from a tomb
These stairs have wept a million tears
Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears
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.
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore,
How can I forget what never died?
I search for you where the lost hopes hide,
A glance from you—my heart beats once more,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
Among the crowd, where echoes collide,
Yet only your silence cuts to the core,
How can I forget what never died?
My heart still follows, though fate has denied,
Like a story unwritten, an unopened door,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
If love was a fire, it would have subsided,
Yet here I stand, still longing for more,
How can I forget what never died?
"If it stays, it’s love,"—I whisper, teary-eyed,
"If it ends, it’s a tale... if it never begins, folklore."
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
How can I forget what never died?
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage,
Her voice soars high, yet echoes with despair,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
She left her love, the warmth of their shared page,
To chase the dream, to breathe the fervent air,
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage.
The songs of youth, sweet laughter’s bright engage,
Now haunt her nights, where silence bites and tears wear,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
Each city’s name, a chapter to assuage,
But in her heart, the world feels cold and bare,
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage.
The longing deepens, love’s ghost does not rage,
While fans adore, none see her muted glare,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
With every note, she pens a new life’s wage,
Yet dreams of her lover linger in the air—
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
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 a man who balled your fist
Instead, your eyes had guilt in a chrysalis brim,
And for that I find my cold love an agony to resist.
Yet there’s a delicious and chilled knife to twist
And I can gorge myself on your blood and grim, oh once!—
the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.
The world may burn like Hell, that’s the gist
But flames are the rough tender warmth, and at your whim
I’d rather endure the icy planes of the forgotten than the missed.
Is the curse to become you, or have me for you to dismiss?
My grievances do not choose to end, so I reach up and skim
the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.
Through the mist I see your figure, this tundra shall persist
So mark my words, only with the sun shall my love and hatred dim.
My lungs freeze with my heart, I cannot again sing your hymn
For the sky atop your shoulders I kissed.
You ought to know
I need your intent
That I'm in love now
Put yourself in my place beau
Show your are content
You ought to know
Do not grin, allow
There's no time like Lent
That I'm in love now
Ask yourself why with a glow
Is there something of Ghent
You ought to know
Try to hold, somehow
you are present
That I'm in love now
Try to be a bateau
Its like a compliment
You ought to know
That I'm in love now