Villanelle Love Poems or Love Poems About Villanelle

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Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth LSchwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky So the story goes.

We sip our red wine Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente So our story goes.

Darling, you dragged me in too deep 
And abandoned me like an anchor in a lonely sea
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep

I was doomed once suspicion began to creep 
As it swam in your words that lacked in honesty.
Darling, you dragged me in too deep

Please tell me, did you lose an inch of sleep 
Making empty promises and cheating on me?
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep

I should've listened to doubt upon taking a leap, 
Love should carry no doubt; certainty is key
Darling, you dragged me in too deep, 

This torturously lonely sea does weep 
That you could ever reach such a cold degree
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, 

But apparently I'm a promise not worth keeping; 
If you want to call this love, I'll say it can't be
Darling, you dragged me in too deep,
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep.

By Anne Currin 

The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night, 
you are in my arms at the end of day, 
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.

We shall be together 'fore soft twilight
To you I run without pause or delay
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night.

Love in our souls as our minds take to flight, 
lost in your eyes, love we'll never betray, 
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.

With emotions soaring to such great height
I yearn to watch the sun's last drowning ray
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night

In the gloaming of our passion's delight, 
from our love's blooming we never shall stray, 
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.

Your romantic writings always ignite
this great love our hearts tenderly convey
The shadows lengthen as comes Celtic night
my eternal beauty, my guiding light.


Thank you for the invitation to continue our Celtic series, MikeThese two have a love that time and shadows can never conceal.

We met by chance and are happy that we met
For our love is blossoming and getting stronger 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

The whole world is against us and doesn't care, I bet
We struggled for love and affection, did anyone bother
We met by chance and are happy that we met

We grabbed the chance happily, let’s not now fret
We need time to get into a rhythm with each other
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

Chance is an opportunity, a lucky and a brave does get
Let us convert it into love and not more do we rancor
We met by chance and are happy that we met

If united we stood, we could meet with any threat 
The world becomes a friend, enemies remain no longer 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

We are certain to succeed, unlike in a game of roulette
Where gamblers risk happiness that depends on another 
We met by chance and are happy that we met
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set


Date: 3.8.2014 
Form: Villanelle

Do not let doubt take root within your heart.
To pain, and wrong paths, it keeps the feet bound
To where gathered dark clouds refuse to part.

Yes, hearts wrench as ones beliefs fall apart.
When, in that held dear, there is no truth found,
Will doubt grow, deepening within the heart.

If the narrow, cramped way is where we start,
And if within our souls humbled hearts pound,
Never will the dark clouds refuse to part.

For some, the tickling of ears is their art.
Their empty words furrow a hollow sound;
Sowing the seeds of doubt within the heart.

Pursue truth, as one who chases a hart.
Once captured, wrestle it, hold it to the ground.
Only then will the clouds begin to part.

My love, from you my gaze does not depart;
Vowing only to what keeps us ever bound.
Do not let doubt take root within your heart,
Lest the gathered dark clouds refuse to part.

See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                 In my minds eye
                They have met on this sand floor
                             Many times before 
                 With a soft caress on the sly.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                                    As birds soar
                                           High
                 They have met on this sand floor.
He brings shells and driftwood for her to explore
                         Then leaves being shy.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                    Could a lover ask for anymore?
                                   She says nigh.
                     They have met on this sand floor
Declaring their love as if no one has done it before
                                 To any passer by.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
                 They have met on this sand floor......

TWO STRANGERS IN LOVE AGAIN

Two strangers learned to fall in love again
Amidst long distance tumultuous air
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains

Healing hearts that before been slaved by vain
Standing from despair their constant prayer
Two strangers learned to fall in love again

Wrap tight to gazes, drawing bigger gains
Sweet romance: the crayons to us, new pair
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains

Liberty rouse chemistry dropping sane
Their sparkling eyes mirrors pure love and care
Two strangers learned to fall in love again

To hugs and holds, seduced minds are life-chained
Devoted hearts protect: keeping their stare
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains

When sincerity of love is sustained,
everything in space and time we can share.
Two strangers learned to fall in love again
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains.
________________________________________________________
6:47pm , January 31, 2016

Dedicated to my Huge One..:)

I look for your magic in the moonlight
Listening for the secrets you will tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I do not know if it is wrong or right
You leave me powerless under your spell
I look for your magic in the moonlight

Take control of me I do not wish to fight
You even mesmorize me with your smell 
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I wish to fly on your string like a kite
Tethered to you I am secure and well
I look for your magic in the moonlight

So I travel with you into the night
Nothing compares to the stories you tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

You my lover with your eyes shining bright
You lifted me up whenever I fell
I look for your magic in the moonlight
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

Anne's favorite poetry form contest.
Be gentle Anne it is my first time trying this form.

Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
‘twas meant to be the best day of his life;
When she arrives, she is not by his side.

His bitter tears he can no longer hide,
grieving for the one due to be his wife
Standing at the church awaiting his bride

The coffin appears; her body inside,
She couldn’t be saved; the cancer was rife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side.

Looking to heaven, he prays God will guide,
giving him succour, at this time of strife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,

If she could see him she’d be full of pride;
they will meet again in the afterlife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side,

In his memory she’ll always reside.
his heart is broken; pain cuts like a knife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride;
when she arrives, she is not by his side.

Contest - Shadow Hamilton – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only
My first attempt at Villanelle form
11th June 2105

I sign your initials on an old tree
And surround it with a heart of desire
I want the world out there to come and see

The world needs to see our heart completely
That’s been put on this tree with love and fire
I sign your initials on an old tree

People want to view this tree tenderly
It’s not like the tree sits on any mire
I want the world out there to come and see

Heart is formed with love eventually
The tree should never be placed on a pyre
I sign your initials on an old tree

Formed are letters of our names perfectly
All the letters put on smoothly not dire
I want the world out there to come and see

The world can see our kind heart lovingly
Our love together shall never expire
I sign your initials on an old tree
I want the world out there to come and see

Russell Sivey

Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest

3/24/2013

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along
Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers
Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong

She hurts by the world’s events and its throng
The pain she holds seems to always linger
Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along

I offer her my shoulder for to cry on
This thing in her life sure presents a zinger
Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong

I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long
I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer
Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along

In my heart each tear surely collects upon
Her soul comes out for she is the bringer
Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong

If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong
Our love is two harmonious believers
Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along
Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong

Russell Sivey

Obsession was a song that got to me
reminding me of what I had gone through,
the first time feelings gushed as poetry!

Even though that song did not exactly
describe my circumstance, some parts rang true.
Obsession was a song that got to me.

A rare and gorgeous butterfly was he -
that dark-eyed man who into my life flew
the first time feelings gushed as poetry!

I fell so hard and was too blind to see
the damage to my young heart he could do.
Obsession was a song that got to me.

I was a rose and he – a honey bee.
He came on strongFrom me came something new -
the first time feelings gushed as poetry!

Although a scoundrel he turned out to be,
I love the song which still can make me blue.
Obsession was a song that got to me -
the first time feelings gushed as poetry!

April 24, 2017 for the "Your Favorite Song Contest" of Alexis Y.

Note: I cannot narrow down to a favorite song, but for the 80's decade and for the feelings the song evoked in me, Obsession is a fave!

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.

At first glance, I saw forever 
It was love at first sight 
You were so charming and clever

My life long endeavor 
While in your arms all was right
At first glance, I saw forever 

I would never leave you, never
That all changed that dreadful night
You were so charming and clever 

Driving way to fast foot pressed on lever
The other car was no where in sight
At first glance, I saw forever 

On that day fate came to sever,
Our lovely union, I couldn't even fight
At first glance,  I saw forever 
You were so charming and clever 




07-28-16

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).


Author's Note: This is pure fiction A contest inspired me to write this.

It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender touch for which he pined.
It must have felt like love at first.

Too guileless to suspect the worst,
She speared him with her soft green tines.
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her coils so patiently she pursed,
He never guessed at her design.
It must have felt like love at first.

Crazed with cracks, its strength dispersed,
From end to end the wall declines
Until his rich red heart had burst.

So new to love, so poorly versed
In joy, so baffled by her signs,
It must have felt like love at first.
Until his rich red heart had burst.

On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze

Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view 
On mission trip overseas

My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas

Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze

I want to learn to live before I die
To glimpse the light that makes my vision clear
To see the truth that lies within the lie.

I freely put the questions ‘how?’ and ‘why?’
And seek the face unknown in darkest fear.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The days and years stream swiftly swiftly by
In shimmering illusions cherished dear
Despite the truth that lies within the lie.

I found my hand in yours, so you and I
Gave each our vows, impassioned, young, sincere.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The teachers teach, the prophets prophesy
But miss the mystic rhythms of the sphere
Nor see the truth that lies within the lie;

Pure-hearted self; I sense a higher cry
To never leave the far yet love the near.
I want to learn to live before I die
To see the truth that lies within the lie.


– Harley White

(March – 1994)

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

DEEPEST SENSES PLAY WITH EAGER LUST

My dreams became a tale of darkened dust
with sinful charms abused by woeful lies
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

The trust in love by endless fate encrust
with scars to heal through wails of silent cries
my dreams became a tale of darkened dust.

The stain of  false affections broke my trust
and cast a shadow on my downcast eyes
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

Though burning flames of raging love unjust
Adrift in hapless search of hidden why’s
my dreams became a tale of darkened dust.

Alone without a warm embrace I must
withstand the epic pain of secret sighs
as deepest senses play with eager lust.

As if a dagger through my heart is thrust
a dream so real is chained in loves demise.
My dreams became a tale of darkened dust
as deepest senses play with eager lust.


21st November, 2017
T.J Grén

Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down

She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down

(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these beforeI like this form!)

Here I lie dreaming of you,
Taken from me so many years ago,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.

Your glistening eyes of cobalt blue,
Illuminates the night of fallen snow 
Here I lie dreaming of you,

Velvety hair shimmering through  
Moonlit forest, a golden glow,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

Why did you break my heart in two?  
And why did you have to go? 
Here I lie dreaming of you,

My eyes shut and I suddenly knew,	
We’ll soon rejoin in the eternal flow, 
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

My time has passed, and my life through, 
Angels take me to our final plateau.
Here I lie dreaming of you,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.


Lost Love 
Written by: Greg Stanley
January 12, 2012

     This enduring smile of loves illusions
     Delicate in nature to harm or fate
     Sweet of taste, these pervasive delusions.

     Thriving in what seems boundless profusion
     From youths budding blossoms that will not wait
     This enduring smile of loves illusions

     My heart lays prey to welcomed intrusions
     Petals that fall cannot possible sate
     Sweet of taste, these pervasive delusions.

     Bearing no fruit in darkened seclusion
     Hope's brightness and cheer must never abate
     This enduring smile of loves illusions.

     Bright its color that bares no confusion
     That with Gods greatness could only create
     Sweet of taste, these pervasive delusions.

     True in hope, pray my only conclusion
     Be boundless love that my heart celebrates
     This enduring smile of loves illusions
     Sweet of taste, these pervasive delusions.

     Villanelle Me A Flower Contest
     Sponsored By Broken Wings 06/11/2016
     
     

     

Love too great can drown the one adored.
As if Jove sent  tsunami as a gift
Overwhelming all her personal choice.

Little offerings gentle and deserved
Will  not frighten either be too swift
Love too great can drown the one adored.

Speaking kindly as we find our  voice
Not shouting love, when we ought to desist
Overwhelming other’s personal choice.

At other  times a lover’s been devoured
By that selfishness, we’re not impressed
Love too great can drown the one adored.

God alone can speak in such a voice
By his truth, all other is expressed
Overwhelming, merciful and right

Eros, selfish, sacred, who resists?
Keep your love in bounds, may it be blessed
Love too great can drown the one adored.
Overwhelming all their personal, unique worth

     


H    
Let's praise the Lord with all our might
together as we do His will.
May we be worthy in His sight.

W
As we in His great love delight
and in our own sweet closeness thrill,
Let's praise the Lord with all our might.

H
Let's shun the darkness, seek the light.
Of joy and peace, He’ll grant our fill     
May we be worthy in His sight.

W
Let's spread the word God's ways are right
and do for others good, not ill.
Let's praise the Lord with all our might.

H
Let's thank the Lord each day and night;
for, though we fail, He loves us still.
May we be worthy in His sight.

W
Rewards for saints in Heaven bright
were purchased on Golgotha's hill.

H and W
Let's praise the Lord with all our might.
May we be worthy in His sight.


posted September 3, 2017


April 15, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Mid-April Premiere Contest

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

When he whispers, I’ll love you forever
and each word resonates within your heart
it is the very best feeling ever.

You’ll never tire of hearing it...never!
It gives your depleted heart a jumpstart
when he whispers, I’ll love you forever.

Two hearts form a bond time cannot sever
he calls you baby, you call him sweetheart,
it is the very best feeling ever.

Your pulse starts to wildly throb, however
all your anxieties quickly depart
when he whispers...I’ll love you forever.

Your heart harbors no doubts whatsoever
for you know come what may you'll never part
it is the very best feeling ever.

You long to hear those sweet words whenever
anxieties and doubts threaten to start.
When he whispers, I’ll love you forever
it is the very best feeling...ever!





(Villanelle)
Aug29, 2018

My Broken Heart Shall Never Now Last Forever
 
My broken heart shall never now last forever,
As your true love captured my heart and soul,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.

Our life and love are truly a wondrous pleasure,
As our souls form as one by God’s cosmic role.
My broken heart shall never now last forever.

Our true passion is beyond all infinite measure,
As our life and love form a bond that’s so bold,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.

Our shared desire is limitless forever and ever,
And our love’s heartfelt emotion is one to extol.
My broken heart shall never now last forever.

Our love and your beauty are my real pleasure,
Their worth exceeds all of Earth’s natural gold,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.

We share a life and love by God’s own endeavor,
And in His view as two loving spirits of one soul.
My broken heart shall never now last forever,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 18, 2018 (Villanelle)

They took my blood and ethnic group, they did.
My soul was skulking, knowing of the strains
If I have no visa, they’ll get mad

Reading my thick newspaper was sad
Seeing they’re deporting  love again
They took my blood ,my heart and I feel bad

Water has no salt whereas blood has
And losing it will cause a lot of pain
If we have no visas, oh dear God.

The water circulates; we’re effing dead
So when we’re shot  there’s no red blood to stain
They looked for  human souls and  then they bragged

The Jews,  the gays the helplessfelt cold dread
And who resists now Fascism rides again?
We  scream when we’re asleep,oh helpless God.

We invented torture ,  prison, shame
Were God here he’d hear the frightened groans
They took my ethnic group  and stole my blood
Now they call me ” ”,  ain’t life sad?

With luscious lips like succulent cherries 
glistening as though kissed by morning dew 
her cheeks the color of pink strawberries.

She’s undisputed queen of the fairies 
eyes of aquamarine and glacial blue 
with luscious lips like succulent cherries

Her hair flows like the wind on the prairies
shimmering locks of gold and amber hue 
her cheeks the color of pink strawberries.

Her mysterious smile seldom varies
a look that is provocative and true
with luscious lips like succulent cherries

Her sweet subtle scent lingers and carries
an aroma known only to a few 
her cheeks the color of pink strawberries.

A virgin imp from the loins of Aries
a prize many men would wish to pursue.
With luscious lips like succulent cherries
her cheeks the color of pink strawberries.

(A Villanelle poem.)	

Today is the day my heart has to take a stand
Against the agony and anguish of being alone.
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That it has unequivocally had the upper hand.
It’s a prudent proposition, the evidence has shown;
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.

How can you hold on to this hollow strand
Holding this overly oppressive weight of stone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That forever is but a forgotten fire never fanned
By the fervor of two fevered souls never grown.
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.

Hasn’t the bullying, bullfighting, butting and
Beating been enough to burst every single bone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That war is definitely warranted and I command!
Love has become loathsome liar we must disown!
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand,
Today, my head will make it understand.