Short Widows Poems
Short Widows Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Widows by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Widows by length and keyword.
Death carried in hand,
Abdomen painted in red;
Black widows command.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/30/09
How can I go on?
I reach out for you
To be in your arms
But then I awake
My tears start to flow
I'm trapped here in life.
Capture tranquil raindrops from long ago...
dew drops beyond wealthy,
where sunlight stones widows
desolate,eroded,silent cold tears...
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.
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
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
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I understand now
why widows
and widowers
let themselves
wither away
crossing the bridge
to choose joy
is a most
treacherous
journey
AP: 1st place 2021
Mourning her lover
She wore the black widows weeds
Yet remembered when,
Life was a dismal affair.
Used and bruised like a crushed leaf.
penned 26 Sept 2016
Look at me; I am so successful!
I am nothing save for Jesus' blood!
Have no god before Me
Love God first then your neighbor
If you love Me, serve widows and orphans.
The many widows have a lock on they mouth,
The reason for widowhood will be deep hide.
The killer helped ms Smith this position allowed,
And for ms Jones helped just a dose cyanide.
winds wicked ways
wind-up women's wear
winsome whispers woo
wine, walks, waltzes, white weddings, whoosh
winters' wearisome wars with warmth
winnow weathered warriors, widows weep
wizened widows wink
when winsome women wiggle...
while workmen whistle
(Alliterku)
02/28/2023
Alliterku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Mrs. Elinor Roosevelt championed society's outcasts
Asians, widows, orphans, blacks -- all those downcast
Yet as six million perished in World War Two
She refused to speak up for a single Jew
When winsome women wiggle while walking,
workman will whistle wolfishly, wailing words
wrought with washroom wit. Whilst waylaid wives wince,
wizened widows wink, waving wily.
(Alliteration)
Very Better Carry
When I feel comfortable and it is very,
Practice and notes much better carry;
Pleasant, perfect cure,
And be sure to endure;
Will make widows and orphans feel merry.
Jim Horn
The Vicar’s sermon
Frank and forthright
Raised the question
Of the widows mite
Quite unnecessary
In my humble view
Because in our parish
There are only two
And I know for a fact
That they both do
Silky white, pink-tinted petals pushed by dreaded zephyr
They brush against cheeks; comfort sensually skinned
Delicate, freshly bloomed, fall like widows who have wept
I should too if not for ignorance willfully kept
The five star dog banana band is coming up the road.
It includes widows and orphans and a bald man so bold.
They screech out their truth.
Louder than Grandma Ruth.
Listening to their crazy harmonies never gets old.
Tender moments, God's grace
Little hand in mine
God lets us care for the children
while we are here to
Teach them the right way-
Serve God, value others,
Care for the orphans and widows.
Thank you God for my son!!
Blindly, she does not know.
Feelings has been stomped then grown.
Soul searching - open widows.
Trance, now so confused.
Time has not fixed but now has used.
Lost everything precious.
In my world of greatest affection.
Widows and widowers
Still have Valentine's
Locked in a place
Saved in a time
Nothing to bare
Nothing to buy
Just memories
Of a sweet bye and bye
Alone, yet with someone
Is our Valentine
That someone in our heart
Until the end of time
While Super Bowl man fans are dipping
their chips in hot cheese and beer-sipping,
some wives go get thrills
where they’re dipping their bills
in the tight briefs of hot young men stripping.
'ALL YOURS (May 27)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
the widows’ club
seasoned companions
suitcases full of wit
playmates up for adventure
out for an escapade
consortium of allies
league of septuagenarians
a powerhouse of wisdom
tote travel bags of history
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
re-post inspired by SO contest
In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
they say hes stuck in the matrix
neo the chosen one
smoking weed everyday
drawing catoons for fun
but money talks
bull walks
puppets n gods everywhere
stuck in a black widows web
the lord of flies schemes his plan
to turn this weak house of despair