Death Husband Poems

Underneath the moon's chilling embrace,
Dwells a tale of torment, void of grace.
A wife, once filled with dreams so bright,
Now trapped in a realm where all...

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(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it...

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from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee,

adding a...

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Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction 
rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break 
hard causing us to panic my spouse and...

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She never liked it here this her confession
I knew all along I had a connection
her husband passed away
and the very next day
A rental truck in...

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What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis?
Sun-glints of memory,
warm rays of kinder days,
tranquil as the soil-sleepers
before they broke the coffin confines
and howled free.
What lies beneath the...

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he cried at sad movies
because he has a tender loving heart
I see valentines following him to heaven
making a tiny bit of sense
which death almost never...

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You were born here,
Blue Ridge foothills,
spirits of Cherokee in 
Appalachia's olden heart and veins.
Scots-Irish influence of beloved
bluegrass,
moonshine of the drinking kind.

Your parents weren't the responsible
type,
as...

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In the hoping of a dream,
of the February rising violet crocuses,
that shattered from significant sorrow-
as you became an ageless traveler,
of the deeply welcoming ambient universe....

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Heed this call, my son, for my heavenly realm awaits
Familiar faces wait patiently beyond the gates
You stated proudly that you've lived your dream
Your wife was...

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For a blessed hour to sleep and awaken in 
your presence,
as the dusty antique grandfather clock chimes in 
solemnity's hour of bereavement,
to whom I am...

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Falling,
In finality,
sorrow's fiery colors,
I cannot bear you've passed away,
my loss...

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For your slain heart of wounds
Of my contrition's aching
Remorse of love's fallibility
Giving my tears
In a sad memory of my infidelity
Valley of military slumber
Eternal rows of...

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If
By Byron Juno

If women MUST die
Then Atieno would die first
If children were to forage
Then Atieno's would forage forever
If women were to walk necked 
Then Atieno's...

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When I look at your picture
The first thing I see
Is your laughing brown eyes
Smiling at me
When we talked
We talked for hours
And I remember the day
You...

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