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 seem guided
to find what must be found.
She puts worn socks
in the wash basket while he sleeps.
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!
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! BLOKES!)
Immediate cut's praise (while poet waits for days!
I drown in Facebook jokes and wonder if praise hoax
for posted verse I write and launch into "good night."
Some guess Love's fantasy (I doubt that it's just me!
Alright, let's say I dream!) I will admit I scheme!
Fake praise (my choice) to slams, from digital 'I AM's!'
I'm proud, in fact, to share a love that's mine! I dare
to dream she's coming home, that love means we don't roam!
Fate lurks if fates exist? Her bliss helps me get kissed!
My sacrifice, right now, earns star? Gosh! Holy cow!
She's younger, should I blush, or just say she's my crush;
her laughter floats my boat; she's poison's antidote!
To artists, she's a brush, to patrons, she's art's rush!
Though blind, I think I'd see that loving her I'm free
to be myself! Complaints? Love blooms with no constaints!
My life's what I'd propose if she was just a rose!
Folks get this (or they faint), but I am sure no saint!
Long Tooth
May 8th in 2023
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 mind.??
Death stares me in my jealous eyes,
withholds from me his seductive knife.
Does he not hear my bitter cries?
Why plague me with abandoned life??
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 cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.
My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.
Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.
So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.
The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.
*Image of Sunset River for Two by Pixabay.
AUDIO: Tip; Right-click on volume then click on Loop of the drop-down menu for continuous play.
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 on a well informal man,
[LIND30WCR]
An egg fries and a toast buttered,
Mid-morning in the field, he stands,
The window curtain flaps in the wind,
He tipped his lid and toiled all day long.
[LIND30WCU]
Bathed, tidy up, cooked, eats feast,
two placed arrangement, routine,
a theme plays he knows by heart,
arms bout confirming the dark away,
[LIND30SU]
The widower goes to bed,
turned down and alone he spread,
he sleeps on its comforter,
and lulls to another night with her.
[LIND30SR]
2022 January 26
*1st Place*
A Poem Crafted In The Various Lind30 By Robert Lindley
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2022 February 25
*7,7,7,9 per section HMS, PSGC, PSSC
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.
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
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 whom had destroyed both their worlds
Love flooded his heart for the man
A love for vengeance and murder
His ranting woke his suckling sleeping infant
A child, barely three, adorable but defiant
Seemed rather quiet and doveish tonight
Had she learnt of this family’s sad plight?
The news that haven’t crossed the shores of his lips to other towns?
Had she learnt I have lost my crown?
Maybe she overheard the harbinger of doom
Maybe she felt the presence of the room’s new gloom
Maybe she is taking her time to fill her eyes
Or she is awaiting for the opportunity to arise
It is dark
Both in my heart and in the night
Of a wife, I lack
Of tears, I am devoid of the might
Working has no meaning
I’ve lost my passion for winning
It’s time to close the door
Doors to the nights, she asked for more
Doors to the times of heartbreaks and dates
Doors to the delicious delicacies in silver plates
For the rest of my life and in every place
I will forever remember your smiling face
Adieu
My love
©PenGenius
Fierce p a n g s of loneliness grip grief-stricken Jerome;
The single-family house he resides in was once a home.
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 our only goodness, perfection is when we enter Christ
You see I maybe want to remarry
If there’s someone out there
Whose Godly, it’s not about physical/sexual
It’s all about praising together the righteousness
Of our Father
It’s about honorable marriage to a soul mate
Let me relate…
If another comes along
She’s have to be sent from God
For He’s the only one who (with her) shall understand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes I am alone yet not alone
For as long as I’m breathing and even after that
I yet still I have God and Christ…
IF some Godly daughter of the most High would have me
I maybe think that I would maybe want to get married
if it happens or not...I yet still I have God and Christ…
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My
Heart
9/21/19
Written words & arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
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 my first wife
Never thought as we said our wedding vows
God would literally call her back home
A pastor told me "she's just was on loan"
Well yes I'm lonely but not alone
We were married for 40 years
It took two years after her dead
I said huh!! Lord I wonder if someone else
Would appreciate a imperfect man....
Yet grateful
ever faithful ('I'd be for a woman and to God)
Now I am not physically looking for another "WIFE"
But yet one prayer makes it right
If that curtain someone else were to be on loan
With or with out "I am still gonna praise the Lord"
this is my testimony of the alone yet not alone widower
5/23/19
Written James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
He can find the corners, follow the curves.
He counts the space of a pace.
Sometimes his dead wife will open a cupboard
or wardrobe door. A pale blue light shines,
as if the wardrobe or the cupboard
had opened a window in his mind.
He does not understand what this means,
but knows she will put his socks away
or find them.
while he sleeps.
I loved you, once upon a time
and then you went away
and with no reason to the rhyme
it falls on me to say
to speak, create, and change what’s done
so I can be alright
and live today, until it’s done
and find you in the night.
So I imagine, through the fog,
you found your mom and dad,
your brother Michael, and your dog,
all the joy you had.
I imagine you have found
you never needed me.
What’s gone will always come around,
and now we both are free.
I’ll let you go, and fly away,
I’ll let my spirit rest.
I’ll spend no time on yesterday,
but try to live my best.
I may or may not shed a tear,
but not from guilt nor shame,
and all will wane each passing year,
each time I hear your name.
Goodbye my sweetheart, so long, love
you’ll always be a piece
of who I am, who I’ve become
and all which shall increase.
But you are happy now, and healed,
in your great afterlife.
No more sadness shall I feel,
because I’ll be alright.