Best Divorces Poems
Free verse Rhyme
Never fearing.. as love is nearing
Love's consciousness force... completes it’s divorce...(Jer. 3:8) Metaphorically Love divorces
From the mind of strife... that cuts as a knife mind's strife, or wickedness.
Resurrects our life... from sacrifice
As Cosmic’s love... has constant net.........................................(Malachi 3:6)(Hebrews 13:8)
Let not..the little hearts fret
Comes... as humanity’s mind sets
As the Cosmos....to humanity lets
As the mind of scarcity... the wealthy loses disparity
A new mind set...within the poor will let..
In... the life of the lamb’s net
A new logic... in earth will be set
A new diverse, of unlimited disperse
As constant Love..begins it’s gov.
The mind of Christ...from sacrifice
Will dispense with vice...with universe disperse
Meet your maker..not a soul breaker, Love's higher fate
As humanity levitates..to the higher state
Love’s consciousness brings..new responsiveness
Two thousand twelve..well..new light..flies a new kite
As the winter of flight..brings a new might
In a Godly project..`T is by a new logic
All will come into view..with a golden hue
For God is not new..He’s the love that’s in you!!!
Note: Iam not talking about the so called physical rapture,
but an enlightment of human consciousness, by love's
higher logic!
11-13-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
divorces, inspirational, lovelove, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparents' grand home
for Christmas.
It was a gracious dining room.
Noontime sun streaming in.
Chair rail with deep red wallpaper, white trim.
Decorating the lace clothed "Big Table"
was a tallish 1870s porcelain Meissen fruit centerpiece
with lovers circling the stem.
Even the adults had to look around it.
Grandmother "Lil" and "Mister B"
were at their nouveau best.
All their progeny seated in good form
awaiting the traditional invocation by "Mister B".
Also seated were the ones that were to be
"seen but not heard" at our side table, the "Kids' Table."
Draped card tables for the dozen of us -
me, my brother and sisters and cousins.
Everyone all scrubbed in dresses and ties.
Mine was a clip on.
As expected, a milk glass got tipped. Spilt milk.
Besides that, we kids had great fun and
became friends again as we did each year.
The thing of it was, none of us liked
being at the "Kids' Table."
We felt lesser, unworthy, subtly so.
Even when I was ten, I knew there were
only two ways to get to the big one:
marriage or go in the army.
We all wondered what it was like to be adult.
After all, most of them smoked.
They all had drinks.
The women had figures, swishy swirls.
The men wore suits like they knew how.
At the "Big Table" they all talked like experts
about stuff we didn't understand
and they laughed loudly at Uncle Bob's jokes.
As the years moved on, things would change,
always do.
I saw virtually all my cousins
disassemble their lives too early -
marriages, divorces, addictions, lost jobs, left school -
beleaguered into inevitable submission.
My family miraculously unscathed.
But they're all gone now,
"Big Table" and little table too.
All that's left from the 50s
is my brother, sister and me.
For years, I was at the "Big Table" since my brood and I
took over the Christmas tradition.
The "Big Table" conversation was
superficial and posing was prevalent.
So one year, I put myself at the "Kids' Table." Just for fun.
Yes, milk got tipped.
But oh, the wonderment and hope. A meal that truly was
food for the soul.
Now that I'm old and looking back,
with a quiet smile, mulling it,
I kinda liked the "Kids' Table" better.
Colored pencil illustration by G.Gaul
Categories:
divorces, christmas, cousin, family, friend,
Form:
Free verse
We suffer in today’s society; so many divorces, change of heart, so many bad false sources. People are dying everyday and the earth’s birth pains are crying to stay. People are loosing their jobs and the economy is being robbed. Our children are growing up knowing that what they are getting into is a closed cup. Their is no air to breathe but wickedness is all their seems. The truth is Jesus and our hope is Jesus and our salvation is Jesus. Jesus is our breath when we can’t breathe anymore. He is our help and love that we all should adore. He will give us strength especially in times like this. Their is no other that truly exist. Sin is the cause of all disasters. The love of Christ is the same love that we long for here and after. Things can’t make us happy but only God can set us free. Suffering is what we feel when we need a savior. Jesus Christ is our savior and not a traitor. He is always going to be with us. You can’t do it yourselves, you need him to trust. Let all suffering in all shape and form bring us to Christ so we can find life in him who will stop this storm. God Bless!
Categories:
divorces, faith, god, hope, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
PASSION FOR FASHION
We live
We continue to pretend
We copy
Because that’s in fashion
Painted Face
Leaving no trace
Fiftyish women,
Pretending to be
Forever Thirty,
Obsessed by age
Not finding grace
Men from Metro-sexual
To Retro-sexual
Proving Substantial,
Gizmos Essential
Looking Influential
Faking Credentials
Doubting Potential
Half-Truths
Outright Lies
For motives of profit,
The lies of materialism
Succumbing to manipulations,
For notions of happiness,
Financial Strains
Come with long term Drains
Eligible Singles
Readily Mingle
To Romance and Jingle
Then come Expectations,
Anger and Frustration.
Lousy sex
Eternal vex
Killing the Passion
Divorces and Affairs
Becoming a Fashion
Relationships are broken
Through SMS and Faxes
Marriage then Fixes
To save on Taxes
The key to Liberation,
Is not in “Passion for Fashion”
But in knowing that
What does not contain LOVE
Is only an Illusion!!
Categories:
divorces, fashion, funny, humorous, truth,
Form:
Free verse
It's been awhile
I miss you my dear friend
How are you?
Do you still laugh with your heart?
Do you still play that game??
Maybe not, maybe yes
I don't know
We haven't talked for awhile
I hope you still do
Because i still do
It reminds me of us
Separated by the pacifics and the antlantics of life
We haven't seen each other
Somewhere in the callousness of technology, i lost your contacts
Somewhere in the busyness of our lives
It started to fade
Marriages, separations, divorces
Children, jobs etc
I don't know, too much
Too much pain
How's your pain?
Last time we talked, you were dating this guy that you weren't sure about
You loved him, he said he loved you too
But he had a kid out there
During your courtship
A dilemma
A nightmare
I wish you were close by
I wish i was close
So we can share box of tissues
And heal through life together
I miss you even more
I love you even more
Hopefully through the canoes and the ships of life
We will meet again
We will be
Categories:
divorces, absence, friendship, missing,
Form:
Free verse
Christian Believer Hypocrisy
Kentucky clerk Kim Davis
Use of her religious belief is a mistake most gravest.
While denying same-sex marriage, she is cherry picking the bible
When she grants divorced persons marriage licenses, making her argument not very viable.
Jesus had several times said something about divorce and remarriage. Corinthians 7:10-11 especially applies to Kim Davies who has three divorces and four marriages. Not only is she a hypocrite, she is using religion to promulgate hate. Oh yes, I think Jesus said something about "loving your neighbor" that seems lost on christian conservatives.
Categories:
divorces, christian, faith, hate, judgement,
Form:
Clerihew
Birthdays, reunions, vacations and hikes.
Weddings, divorces and photos of tykes.
Vids of grandkids on their skateboards and bikes.
These are the things every cyber Friend 'Likes'!
Categories:
divorces, celebration, computer, divorce, friend,
Form:
Monorhyme
after marriage she's happy
nothing was there to be unhappy
they wanted a child so went to a doctor
but by losing smile returned sadly
extreme invisible heart pain
passes through her bloody vein
no one hears her inner voice
suffers from unkindness disdain
she's lonely friend of herself now
in biting silence suffers woe
for this reason she's divorced
tear drops her husband sowed
a sweet home she's lost
love always not reimburse cost
only fault she had in life
for infertility she had no child
at end she became invisible
ended life of all horrible
her nothing then no one seen
now enjoys she her eternity's peace
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Note: In our family life we see many women are badly tortured for having no child birth and husband divorces and get married again. In such life's situation what an woman faces invisible pain which other family members don't feel and the lovely hubby burns out the love of her heart. What a tragic things happen in our so called civilized societies, it's shame. One of the practical facts is penned in this poem.
Categories:
divorces, pain,
Form:
Verse
Why do you use sex as a control weapon?
You pretend to not know that we need it.
The monster must be alleviated, released.
We get sex when we get a promotion,
or our birthday or when we buy you a gift.
What greed is that?
Can you even have a real ******? Or faking it?
We know you have one when you do our best friend!
You ignore that in all of history we have owned you!
And now you are free, free to use it to control us.
And when we cheat, you feel so betrayed.
Anger that we were stupid enough
To commit to you for life,
When we didn’t know that you were so ungiving,
To care about our sexual needs.
You expect us to control it, are you stupid? Naïve?
Men are molesting children: their own children, because of women like you!
I know, because most of the women I have dated were abused by their own fathers.
The best we could hope for is that they only cheat with another adult.
Why are these women staying with men that abused their own daughters?
This has got to STOP.
These lies must STOP.
Cutting our foreskin does not stop us from masturbating, or needing!
Grahame Crackers are useless. Other men, Craigslist, Bathrooms, YMCA!
Men are becoming gay, roleplaying the fantasies of their oppressed mothers.
Spank me daddy! Whose your daddy? Make me do it!
We men are having a hard time transitioning into the freedoms you have!
Look at history or the rural Muslims killing their wives or the Africans cutting off the ********.
This issue is tearing humanity apart!
All the divorces, are because of you not servicing your man.
He would never hurt you or leave you if he was satisfied sexually!
This means you have to exercise and stay fit for him to be proud of his mate!
So if you gain weight and not care for his pride: You are the abuser!
Milk your husbands, or they will find someone else too.
All because you are so self-centered, lazy, and greedy for power.
So whose your daddy? I AM,
Categories:
divorces, lifecare, women, care, history,
Form:
THE GUINEA BOOK-PIG
At four she was a guinea pig
For a rising college geek
‘Cause the kid was talkative
Perfect brain to take a peek
So the testing started there
Little questions never ended
Hungry little mind was bright
Former life was now suspended
Didn’t jazz and didn’t play
Let her mournful dogs run wild
Didn’t swing and didn’t climb
Became a different, sober child
Read newspapers, wanted more
‘who is what and what is why’
Annoyed the neighbors and her cats
‘tell me how to testify!’
Reading things beyond her years
‘here’s a book, now zip it up’
No one paid attention what--
So she read to fill her cup
In the summer age of seven
Brother studied long and hard
Morte D’Arthur spent the night
Flashing with his mighty sword
Dashing all the summer long
With the heroes of the Table
Rode and battled, saved the day
Brushed her horse in Arthur’s stable
Ulysses sailed in close behind
Wicked Sirens plied their trade
Then a buddy left a Fleming
Full blown sex was then displayed
So she passed the books around
To the friends who had no sources
Little girls with Barbie dolls
played at passion and divorces
What a start to what a life
Wouldn’t have it changed a bit
But if Mother would have known
Certain she would have had a fit.
By Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
November 30, 2012
Categories:
divorces, education, funny, growing up,
Form:
Chastushka
I am from the beach near high hills of Muizenberg
I am from Vilakazi Street, walking with the mighty
I breathe from the breeze coming from Robben Island
My fathers dreamt peace; here I am, speaking for the lonely
You are dying to know where I am from? I am from Africa
I am from the Cape of Good Hope, where two oceans embrace
I am from the land of Melodies, where Nelson Rolihlahla rests
I swim electrically to the sea, navigate me to better land
My master teaches me harmony; here you are, speaking supremacy
You are living to know where I am from? I am from Malaika
I am from the Inga Falls, on the feet of the mighty river
I am from the high peak of Virunga, where uranium ushers Nagasaki
I am from the rain forest, where you breathe London in East London
Yes I am from the land of coltan, where Lumumba rests in acid
You are living to know where I am from; I am from the Berlin conference
I am from the longitude desert of the Namib, from the salty pans of Etosha
I am from the valley of Kasange, where greatness divorces popularity
I am from the heart of welwistchia, where reality meets universality
I am from the land of the brave, where bravery coaches victory
I am from the silence of dunes, meditating on the divine designer
I am from the River Okavango, where Nujoma walked crossing,
The odds of adversary, where inner said it is impossible
Where my fish is my meat, you are crying to know about my philosophy
You want to know where I am from; I’m from the belly of Windhoek
Categories:
divorces, adventure, africa, grandparents, hello,
Form:
Bio
Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own
Categories:
divorces, angst, caregiving, death, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Funny how life experiences twist you
You are not yourself any more
Because your mind is twisted
Your personality becomes a shadow of itself
Other times it might make you a better you
Funny how you don’t trust anymore
Because of a betrayal
Betrayal from a close friend or family member
It’s called the fruits from life’s journey
You see no one can tell which bat life is going to swing
Or where life is going to take us to
Never mind that some experiences is an outcome of our stupidity
Even silly mistakes
Some say its destiny
Yeah no two destinies are identical
Love don’t come easy
Sometimes we pay with broken hearts and divorces
Others not so lucky never find love
Some even pay with their lives
You see you never learn how to manage money till you are bankrupt
And you have bills to pay
For the wise they learn and for they foolish they continue on the path of destruction
I wish we can tell tomorrow
Or when evil is lurking around the corner
But sadly no one can tell
Life has beaten some people down to the point of submission
This people go into shock when they get their first new car or some other material stuff
Some others have received enough rejection to last a life time
But love has some strange way of coming to us
Life has its ups and downs
So when it’s raining use your umbrella of hope
And believe that Jehovah will come through for you
And when the sun of success is shining
Bask in it in praise and worship to Jehovah
For in His presence is fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore at His right hand
Life is sweet don’t complicate it
That’s why suicide is foolishness
For there is nothing new under the sun
What you are experiencing or going through
Is kindergarten suffering for others
And you arrogant one your salary is someone else’s tithe
So what’s the pride for
In this world we all shall have tribulation
So says my Saviour Jesus Christ
I can’t tell and no one can what tribulation will come your way
But one thing am sure is that Jesus has overcome
So cheer up
Categories:
divorces, bible, blessing, cheer up,
Form:
Pastoral
Life was simple and unrushed
There was a certain laze we had more time
Along came a device which took overnight
Our private time , deep into our lives
Denied the simpler pleasures of life
Make us enslaved day and night
The mobile was here, in the beginning without much scare
But then slowly with time
Internet and the apps to be online
Made us spend most of time
Staring at a screen with fingers typing blind
Business first prospered
Connecting with people became easier
Calling someone no matter what time
Cause it was a one to one direct line
Glancing your eyes to the mobile screen
Looking out for a led blinking or a ping
Curious to know what came in
Every one is to catch a glimpse
In middle of talking to someone
In middle of driving somewhere
In middle of eating sometimes
In middle of sleeping too at night
We get lured to see
Impatient has become the creed
Cringing our necks , bending it down
Fingers going mad typing all around
Eyesights getting poor reading in and out
We still indulge, ignore the signs
Its a fad to talk and walk
Crossing roads while you talk
Driving and bluetooth can’t miss any at all
Bikers risk everything to take the call
Your first love online
The romance blossoms in chatty nights
the pictures exchange all the time
argue, laugh or cry
emojis help you any time
Arguments and fights
Breakups and divorces even online
Sad songs to give you company
Facebooks likes and dislikes
Twitter away like a bird
We become slaves to the device
Feel abandoned if the network dies
Withdrawal symptoms when its taken away
Feel that you are cut away
that life is so quiet and boring
when the ring and ping of the mobile goes missing
No matter what you try
this device rules your life
learn to use it wise
children drift away too
each in their own digital space
simple pleasures of life
lost in this digital paradise.
Mobile is this a devil in disguise?
Categories:
divorces, technology,
Form:
Light Verse
My grandparents have sixty plus years of union under wraps. Five kids, a miscarriage, seven grands, ten greats, two soon to be great-greats, cancer, funerals, weddings, divorces, baptisms, winter and spring just a few moments they've seen. Words can't put it into comprehension because in order to stay sixty years there has to be a lot of love, but I know there were plenty of coming to Jesus moments too. She's dark skinned wears a hat, sunblock and an umbrella. He's high yellow, and absolutely, the coolest fellow.
If you spent half a day with them, you'd be tickled silly watching them fall in and out of love in the same conversation. Godly individuals. Read the word and pray twice a day, quote scripture better than a Hebrew. My accrued time doesn't even come close to a third of theirs. Pales by comparison. What's the right mixture of want and necessity, of desire and get away from me, of forgiveness and repentance, of hugs and kisses? They make it look easy, however difficult it has been. Maybe its the Jesus in them. My cousin said we won't see this again. I asked her what she meant and she said no one stays together like this anymore. Perhaps we're witnessing the outgoing of greatness. Perhaps there's a generation forth coming saying wait'll you see us. Maybe we'll see a love grow out of necessity and reach desired heights that overcome winters, and rejoices for everything. Perhaps we've seen the greatest love of all. Perhaps its as simple as blending light and dark colors.
Categories:
divorces, anniversary,
Form:
Prose