Best Widower Poems

He knows 
how to see the dancing atoms
of invisibility, how 
to look through unlit windows,
as if he were light gazing in.

Sometimes his deceased wife
will open a cupboard
or wardrobe door,
a faint light sheens
as if a window
had opened in his mind.

He doesn’t know what this means.
His hands...

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In our house, 'tis the season for football
Cheering our teams, jeering the ref's calls
But he's not the sort
To care about sports
So my hubby gets lonely every fall!...

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I'm loathe to agonize, but it's an issue guys!
Some cash wafts heaven sent, but spoils like excrement!
It's shops long hours that stink (are driving me to drink!)
I sit home long retired. She's younger, art inspired;
she loves her work's deft strokes on hair for gals (YES!...

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Brittle bones crackle through the hall,
as I slowly trudge to an empty bed.
Outside my window dies a barren Fall,
and what survives but my Winter dread?

Slipping into the bitter-chilled covers?
shrinking beneath ‘til I’m cloaked blind.?
Despising the demons who steal our lovers?
like feckless butchers of the conscious...

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What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of...

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The Widower and Wife: LIND30

Tear stained pillow dries in dawns light,
with his eyes wide-opened with delight,
an aliferous butterfly color-filled wingspan,
a smile had donned...

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Vitriolic scathing psychological malevolent jujitsu
cruelly, fiendishly, incriminating
lambasting opprobrium rue
teenly dished out to yours truly

mechanically engineered hatred to stew
when passive aggression fostered corked,
where self destruction grew
tens of decades ago, when this then
much younger match chew

Scott doubted, hesitated, lollygagged...,
where in solitary confinement he brew
toxic shocking rancor towards...

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Knowing there are
many words for night;
mightwatch,nightshade,nightfall

but none for the space
of a halved bed,
an envelope starched,
flat with white,
unslept in

and hands devoid of
a trace of perfume or rest warmth,
a gentle curve.

Let him cherish the lost presence

of a drowned moon
of darkness long
of standing time....

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Widower


In the miner’s shack
the vase on the dresser
squats beneath
a giant cactus
planted by hands
flinty and callused.

“When Mona was here,
this vase got roses,
and lots of water.
After she left  
I gave it this cactus.
It never needs water.” 


Donal Mahoney...

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ELEGY OF A YOUNG WIDOWER 

 
Tiny rivulets of salt water 
Springed from the optic peripheral of the young widower 
Her beauty, a forever image in his head
Only reminded him that the owner is cold and dead 
With unprintable words, 
He blessed the drunk driver...

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SCENE: Paul, a grief-stricken child walks into parent's bedroom at 1:06 am, climbs into bed with Dad.


Father: Hey, Paul, what are you doing up so late? 
Can't sleep?
Child: *nods*
Father: What is it? What's on your mind, Chief?
Child: I'm scared.
Father: Yeah? Of what?
Child: That one day...

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I'm engaged to God
And if I die now
Before that time
I would like to be wed
Married, again
To a Christian woman
If only it's meant to be
God would loan her to me
I'm one of a few men
Who truly believe in
God's way of marriage
You see in 2016 I lost...

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I am a widower
O’ and maybe now
I want to get married

I am alone, yet not alone
I’ve got God, Jesus
I am alone, yet not alone
I got Jesus…

You see marriage is honorable
And see when you’re faithful
And you just believe
No one is perfect
And the only perfection we got
Mankind...

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She still fills her housecoats
on cold nights.
The cat will always be
the shadow of her hand.
He will dwell in this home
that she wove around his recliner,
scrimshawing each thought
with her presence.
He mourns, not at the cemetery,
but from the other side
of a double bed.
He rearranges nick-knacks
by not touching...

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