Short Crushing Blow Poems
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The tears I cried
Locked up inside
When she died
Nowhere to go.
The love I felt
Made my heart melt
Was bitterly dealt
A crushing blow.
These silent tears
Span days and years
Of inner fears
Yet nobody know.
Aug 8/17
D H Loewen
Terry's Death
Terry's death was a crushing blow
One we loved and closely did know
Hear at home he had died
And his family cried and cried
Party for him we should throw.
That was what they did for Terry
today. They had a service followed
by a wake. Jim Horn
Trump Elevetation to Popularity
Trump popularity is extraordinary
Draws those of low income and ordinary
And what we never know
Who next on will throw a crushing blow
Attitude between ist's and ism's does vary.
This includes all ism's except realism
and catechism. Jim Horn
For centuries that see stardust
Fear blinds this sky without a gust
My heart eludes crushing blow
Stare at the heavens - I know
Falling down the fog darkens
Illusions fill my burdens
For centuries that see stardust
Fear blinds this sky without a gust
Russell Sivey
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Contest: STARDUST IN AN OCTELLE
Sponsor: nette onclaud
7/5/2013
Went to knock on your door
saw the shades drawn
a note on the floor
said don't want to see you no more
a crushing blow
took a step back
couldn't understand why
but I could feel my heart die
so many questions
love closing on me
tears running down my eyes
falling down to one knee
wish she could see
what she's doing to me
how could she let me go free
don't tell me to move on
my life and my love is gone
The deterioration in his face it was like
a withered rose in winter
What she said to him felt like a shard
of metal go through his heart
The harsh words of thee
could tare down any soul
but they're people out there
who do not understand the
crushing words the put
into hand
How could people be so mean
and the hurt this poor wonderer
constantly feels
he try's not to show the
unmerciful hurt But I can
see right through it because
I am the hurt
Note: This is fiction, but, sadly, many first wives get dumped for younger women.
He says he loves her . . .
With senses reeling
and edges blurred,
I'm frozen in shock, unable to pull
my heart from under the knife.
I've loved him from childhood.
My purpose, my identity,
my very self, effaced
by him, our two sons
and one daughter.
Everything I've known
sliced away in one crushing blow -
three spoken words.
He says he loves her.
cfa © 2/4/2010