Best Ex Husband Poems
Rick was violent and showed no remorse
His alcoholic outbursts lead to their divorce
Wife Sue moves away with Billy their son
Then Billy’s badly injured in a hit and run
Sue contacts Rick, he dashes to the scene
Billy’s hooked up to a life support machine
Parents sit at his bedside both day and night
Brought together by their son’s terrible plight
Billy’s badly injured, his recovery is slow
When he wakes from a coma he says ‘hello’
Huge tears of joy well up in Billy’s blue eyes
Seeing mum and dad together is such a surprise
Billy’s pulled through, everyone is delighted
At such a crucial time his parents were reunited
01/19/21
True story guys... True story
I wondered why he didn't peak
As my dress would hit the floor
I pondered why he didn't speak
Of wanting something more
It seemed a bit strange
That he maintained a state of flaccid
Unless I'd rearrange
He couldn't seem to blast it
Boobs and bush weren't his thing
He would rather play soccer
Since I didn't have a ding a ling
He was a vagina blocker
As years passed by I became bitter
It seemed I couldn't please
In the rare event, he he made it flitter
I found myself on my knees
A "funny" man, was he
Also known as a butt pirate
surely didn't want me
Blew out every candle I lit
Now he resides over the rainbow
Holding hands instead of guns
A place where all the funnies go
When they decide its time to run
Although things have changed
Over the many years
I just wanted the world to know
I have happy tears
The pain and suffering
That I have for years buried
Your hatred and revenge
For this day you have carried
I have you in my thoughts
In everything I do
You made me a stronger woman
And I Thank You
I use my side mirrors
Every time I'm in reverse
When a vehicle breaks down
Your lessons I rehearse
WD-40 is the lube
You taught me would work
On just about everything
That had a troublesome quirk
Patience is something
We had all along
But perservance through our fighting
Proves your intentions weren't all wrong
My job was to care for children
Make their days complete
I am now a mother
To all youth that I meet
We chose different paths
Our children too
You degrade me still
And I Thank You
You just made me
Stronger than I was before
Knowing that I have matured enough
To learn insults gain love no more
You taught me things
From being gone so long
I had no choice
But to be independant and strong
Beauty is in everyone
You target what you SEE
Not caring about what caused it
The difference between you and me
So, here I am
Devoted to all that is true
Letting the world know
I Thank You
I missed the window of my telling
you who you are. My greatest
talent, f*cked too thin to mend,
or maim when it mattered most.
I’m not mad anymore, just sifting
through the wreckage of my gift—
this heft of language, all I ever said,
only salve on hand to save us, too often
out of stock.
Words flawless on paper, I fell limp
spilling from a broken mouth.
Throwing spells at your functional illiteracy,
believing an explanation could level
our podium standings, but it never did.
I never do.
Even though I’m perfect on paper.
You never do what I want, either.
Imagining Sisyphus content
was the death of us.
And we have died nine million times
attempting the trick of it—
a compromise so smug, filled with hubris
enough to spare every kind,
every one of us, where no one dies,
unless that’s how they wanted
their story to end.
Our story is ending.
What else is there?
A rock and a hill, a present mishandled
until it becomes a burden.
Until we've learned the weight of words
won’t hold us, slip, slipping away
again and again, and I’m there
hauling myself through the unwritten
spaces you didn't even notice, you left.
Go now! I shall stay amidst my woe,
My soft heart twitches with affliction.
Fleeing condemnation, I will go!
A cold man of science; is no show.
Obscene as he can be, he hounds.
Go now! I shall stay amidst my woe,
Within my veins, my blood deeply flows.
The toxicity of attraction
Fleeing condemnation, I will go!
Doll house omitting a haunted glow.
My innocence taken now bound.
Go now! I shall stay amidst my woe,
Freedom fighters tying a tight bow.
Living with your veiled distraction.
Fleeing condemnation, I will go!
Ghastly cold stare will not reach me, no!
Yes, I will be far away and found.
Go now! I shall stay amidst my woe,
Fleeing condemnation, I will go!