Marriage Narrative Poems

I was married,
but to me, it wasn’t marriage.
It was poverty-induced—
a fate sealed by hunger and silence.

I was an orphan,
taken in by my mother’s brother—
the uncle...

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Cheated on, she's not messing around; one foot already out the door" - quote by poet.

        just a...

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My jeans I’d wear, twirling in the air
the cousins, loved those kids; I’d
see them hardly ever, flying, laughing,
rising. Mother couldn’t understand
the wriggling out of the...

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If the relationship ends here let it end 
No matter how beautiful the watch if it has lost battery 
It's worth zero, there is beauty...

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“Tessellate” 

on the surface
it’s easy to see
we tessellate

inadvertent 
decorative ostentatious
flirtatious lives taking risks 

with the other sides
planned strategic functional 
quantity rich quality lacking

Human

our words our...

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      A marriage, once strong, is slowly disintegrating.
      People and negative forces r a g...

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I have  known countless men before you,
It was never a simple thing
for me to know.
Thousands of sweet words had been spoken,
Countless kisses & hugs...

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Laura Norder took her gun and strapped it to her thigh
The skirt she wore was so damned short she had to strap it high
And stood...

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Music moves your whole being
Today, my day is gray
I lost someone very special
Hearing sad songs is a recollection
To this love one who's dear to me
We...

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Gwen does not feel the least guilty about an affair with Glen.
He is married, but they have not been in love for years.
His wife, Florence,...

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Yeah, I am, very faithful.

My question begins with, why do men cheat? 
Now I know women cheat too, but right now, I’m talking about the...

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Mr and Mrs Lattimore are not unlike conjoined twins
they go everywhere together
store, movie, restaurant, doctor’s, dentist,
it is as if they share a spinal column or...

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In a marriage, what is “for life?” or, until death do you part?
Or is it until one cheats, gets sick, loses their job, go to...

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Like a kite in the summer sky
The signs were there, easy to see—  
A looming end, dark as night 
Yet she soared, an owl...

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The Vietnam Era.
The class of 67.
I turned 18 that year.
At the time, too young to vote
But not too young for the draft.

Some were sent off...

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