Short Widow Poems
Short Widow Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Widow by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Widow by length and keyword.
I was caught in her web
of lies, deceit and murder.
For love I played the sap.
Like a fool I was gonna
take the rap!
black widow webbing
intricate labyrinthine
deceptive deathtrap
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
The widow sits there
Myriad thoughts passing by
All of them numb
Not wanting to cry
They were a pair
Now,it is done
Form:
The widow sits there
Myriad thoughts passing by
All of them numb
Not wanting to cry
They were a pair
Now,it is done
Form:
Heed the red hour glass
Not her taut, tightly-spun web
A widow maker
Recluses in dark spaces
Lingering for love-lost prey
Flour and oil are running out
So are bread and butter
It’s been one pestilence of drought
Which causes wizened grass to flutter.
the woman with threadbare clothes
takes out the wedding dress
that was never worn--
she still waits for a soldier
after all these years
She lost her husband suddenly.
Her heart simply stopped and dried up.
She'd never be the same.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
The weeping widow wept as she tended to his fatal wounds, the winds whispered through the woods, the widows wailing woke the howlings of the wolves.
A Black-Widow spider may mate
With her tastiest dinner date
Her children may wonder
If she made a blunder
Though they cannot wait to test fate!
World wide wonder webs, watch thread
She spins in the dead of the night.
Fright in the bite of the witchy head
Woman black widow on the couch. Ouch!
Again slowly walked home alone.
With a heart heavy of fond reminiscings.
Longing to hold his hand.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
And here we go again
The calendar is brimming with hockey games
Season widows set up camp
It’s going to be a long winter
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Suddenly I've become a widow
Time warps around a surreal new reality
Everything is veiled in darkness
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A lady called Margaret Prideaux
Was a pretty and lonely young widow
But she no longer frowned
When the plumber came round
For she really enjoyed what he did, oh!
Though suffering shadows
my memory never shallows
my husband past memory follows
As his body swallows
through the earth, his house gallows
And forever as widows
WIDOW WARRIORS
Flags trumpet the depths of sorrow,
As slow steps mirror wretched tears.
Loved ones shell, overflown with grace,
As widow warriors pick up the fight.
She tipped the casket, praying hard,
Her final chance to say adieu,
His ashes flowing down the stream,
She sobbed, ‘My life has gone with you.’
For Barbara's River contest
like a black widow
killing lovers
taking only pleasure
lay a trap
promises never fulfilled
is it worth death
that taste of passion
or will you avoid that trap
escaping with your life
the widow’s face
so full of sadness
is hidden under lace
her sobbing fills the church
as none could take her
dear husband’s place
Jack Horne, 22nd September, for Nette’s Compression contest
Tomorrow is Sunday
on TV, NFL-football will be played
No joy or hope in the life
of a widow ~ I mean, an NFL-TV-wife
__________________________
NFL = National Football League
The widow does not hate.
The wolf does not judge.
The virus does not mourn.
Balance is not peace.
Balance is pressure,
then release.
A necessary violence
wearing the mask of randomness.
Her husband ran across a road;
The bus was speeding, so I’m told,
And squashed him flat.
She wished she had the heart to cry,
His ashes in her mouth and eye;
She only spat.
For Susan’s The Blues tail rhyme contest
Began in September
(Watching it grow)
A smoldering ember
(Black-orange glow)
October, November
(Can’t let them know)
Half past thru December
(Hope it won’t show)
Don’t think I remember
(Feeling so low)
The Poison of the Widow Spider
The yearning need to be wrapped in her web
His desire for her is overwhelming, it never ebbs
He takes her, so she’ll have future eggs
Then she kisses him right before she eats his head