Best Black Widow Poems

A widow who hated to see
her friends doing better than she
spun such nasty rumors
they spread like bad tumors
and blackened her soul completely.

Her friends realized she was not
a soul they could trust, so she got
left friendless for spinning
her lies. For her sinning -
inside her own web...

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She offers with those seducing eyes
Draws me in with hot, sexy sighs
Compliments for my clever rhymes
Feels me lonely.. says now's the time 
Wrong seems right.. is that a crime
I've arrived
I've arrived

The Black Widow behind her door
So many men have knocked before
In evening shadows.. after late
Not...

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Love Letter
Courting a Black Widow Spider

I do admire your knitting skills
The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills

Your hourglass figure glowing red
has never gripped my heart with dread

The sight of you  a passion rare instills
So I could never believe, as I view fresh...

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In limbo her soul breathes
The inky black of midnight crawling her skin
She watches his chest rise and fall
The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep

She pierces his dream with silent screams
Calls him awake with urgent longing
He stirs and twitches
But does not come to her

She fingers the...

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I waited all night long for your expected call
Wanted to listen to it ring and ring and ring
Needed to size up what message you would leave me
Sure enough, again just meaningless and empty
Told you I needed a break and would later call
You’ll one day figure...

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The black widow weaves an intricate web

And from her silken thread she promises death,

Not to just other insects passing by

But to the male who cries ‘she betrays me, martyred by love’, then dies.

She eviscerated her love of all his blood,

Left his empty shell to decay...

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Moving in silence, tethered to a thread
of silk, she is both beautiful and dark.
One bite and her prey can't move, though not dead,
for slurping her food alive's her trademark.

The widow's outstretched legs are sheathed in hair,
sensitive to the slightest tugging twitch.
And hidden safe in her...

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She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of a skeleton,
deft, dexterous as a harpist.
Body in two sections with ample abdomen,
the African who carries the water jug on her...

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Black Widow


We made love in the arbour
And loft--out of sight,
Then three times at the harbour
As the day turned night.

Let's go into the parlour
In the candle light,
There's no more time for ardour.
I'm ready to--Bite!

©Deborah Burch 
5/08/2012


Trochee
a/b/a/b
7/5/7/5

*Note: the black widow spider is known for killing and eating...

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She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...

"yeah...
uh...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"

a bribe
the spider web is officially constructed
"Charlotte's web"
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!...

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The suitors of your best facade,
the havoc under innocence
cloaked in lies of heaven sent,
They come with flowers wrapped to 
bear,
and you stare as,
you string their names with no care.
Yeah, you aim the strings at 
nowhere,
And show them your distress,
Just to lure them in your nest...

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Lust faking
Widow in making
Breath taking...

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Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of...

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There’s a dark place
Dawn has never been
Only pain can see
Deep within
I hear your candle
Drips of discontent
Your beaded breaths
Night's naked din
Thoughts grow cold
Scent grows dim
Window of hope
Cracking within
I feel your footsteps
Your cheek against mine
Rain bled palms
The emptiness of wine
Rust creeks by
Shadow grows thin
Dust of tomorrow
Deadbolted within
If...

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A lover's caress,
driven by such avarice;
deception revealed....

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