A husband continues to fumble
And his far upset wife grumble,
For his easy requests mere mumble:
She’ll shed no tear, if their lives tumble:
The once straight walker now does amble
“Are these ‘Evil’ or its preamble?”
But she shan’t go for it: a divorce.
That should be living marriage by force:
If she remarries ‘Adulteress’.
Husband Nick claims he’s an example.
“Yes, in folly you’ve got an ample.”
Categories:
remarries, conflict, confusion, marriage, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
Missing
She’s missing; the police faff around
Make up excuses, say that she drowned
Can’t find the body and let things slip
She had a bottle strapped to her hip.
Husband says how loving, oh how kind
What’s going on at the back of his mind
Gone without trace, vanished in thin air
Why search the cupboard under the stair
Weeks go by and the media relent
The hounds lose the woman’s scent.
Very suspicious, her bodies not found
A shallow grave under the ground?
After a weeks; hubby goes on TV
The hawks are watching, psychology
Not a tear falls, as much as he tries
Everyone and no one, fall for his lies
Years later he remarries a girl in Spain
And the whole vicious cycle begins again
Controls her moves, keeps her near
Exiles her family, till she disappears.
No body found, tears of killer
Deletes her phone, societies pillar.
David Cox 17/02/23
Categories:
remarries, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I'm angry and I'm in a great deal of distress.
I have learned that my wife is a murderess.
We've had four babies, two sons and two daughters.
By the time she was through, all four were slaughtered.
I didn't know she was killing them, I thought they died of SIDS.
I am both shocked and horrified because of what my wife did.
I knew that it was murder when we lost baby number four.
I couldn't stay with that woman so I walked out the door.
It was so hard for me to accept the truth.
I would go to the cops but I have no proof.
What really angers me is that she shows no remorse.
I'm free of her, I'm in the process of getting a divorce.
She needs to get help but sadly, she will not.
If she remarries and kills another baby, I hope that she gets caught.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
remarries, baby, daughter, murder, son,
Form: Rhyme