Widow Poems - Poems about Widow

There's a widow that sits beside the seaside The sun shines on her face There’s a morning light that cries and sits beside her place And there is an eye That melts at the touch It’s hidden not much For a fake Did you know the greatest treasure lost Was found at the bottom of a lake The widow sits beside its hand she shall...

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a widow she lived in village by the river at forty five her looks made men in town quiver, married four times she was looking for another, a cobbler, a doctor or any by stander. David her first husband went out to the big sea, he was washed ashore next day and found near the tree, Ian was next, a bishop...

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If the world could weep if rain could wash away tears would the flood be forty days or forty years what time it shall take happily my life I would forsake if only children laughed children played children loved teaching elders not to hate never having to live in fear I would drown peacefully a happy woman ...

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Am I crazy if it’s been five years and I still expect you to walk through the door? If I can’t give away your clothes because you might need them? Am I over the line if I fantasize that your treatment worked and you never died at all? And I laugh with you over breakfast while we sip coffee as we always did? I’m afraid to...

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Take good care of your precious pain. Wrap your strong arms around it. Hold it against your warm chest. Rock it gently, telling it softly that it is loved. It is needed. It is important. It makes perfect sense. And love it, just as it is, in all of its agonizing beauty....

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In a state of half a dream and half awake I await tantra trinkets shine in pieces across night skies scattered stars the litter of our synchronized wishes broken symbols of our disenchanted rune cosmic poets cursed the lutestring verse rhymed for us I’m lost astray a pearl loosed from a...

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The Widow At sixteen she is a widow She is still a kiddo With a baby in her arm Life will be no charm She’s now like her brother Who has a child without a mother His wife chose the street Killed as she was standing beat But now she must look after herself Not wanting to sit on the shelve. Now she has a great...

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she moves in whispers, a shadow draped in midnight silk, trailing poison kisses in the dark-- a promise, a warning, a lullaby of death. her fingers weave unseen threads, spun from sugared lies and honeyed venom, each thread a pulse, a heartbeat, a trembling thing waiting to break. men call her beautiful, never knowing beauty has teeth, has patience, has hunger that does not beg but...

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Widow witch’s olive elixir all in mystical bam for scaly itchy old skin therapeutic in a Halloween way best skin remedy of all back in the day widow took out cauldron and gave a chant wizard brother transmogrified into a teeny ant other animals disappeared from view I would not have stayed around, would have you?...

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I came upon a widow, black, carrying a poison sac. I asked her what was in her purse. She suggested I call a hearse, giving me a terrible fright, asking if she could have a bite. Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff. Of this chat, I've had enough. I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late. I've already fixed your fate....

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I Survived The Widow Maker Then Sudden Cardiac Arrest Doctors Called Me Miracle Man 7/12/2024 A team of Doctors had accomplished, all they could do, One told my wife, to Pray, Now “It’s in God’s hands.” But he was telling her something she already knew, and nothing would interfere, with my role in God’s plans. I Survived The Widow Maker, later, Sudden Cardiac...

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i can taste her on your lips. the stain from her lipstick is infused to the fibers on your white work shirt. I'm guessing the color is cherry red. the scent of her perfume weakens my stomach, knots my heart, takes every hope i had of our future and turns it into mud, blood boiling like shower water you washed with to scrub her touch off...

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Fresh scent handkerchief Smells that yell like Lilly lips Widow wearing black fainting ...

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Here sits the widow silent and pale, from the heart of darkness her sorrows hail. Mournful eyes, shattered thoughts, bloodless veins and soundless calls. With her broken heart her mind would plea, her eyes are open but unable to see. A saddened look, and a tired heart, an endless journey that tore her apart. Entrapped within,...

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In the quiet aftermath, fairytale's close, A widow now, where love once arose. Memories dance of love's early spark, Newlyweds' dreams, adventures in the dark. Shopping escapades, where no one claimed the win, Shared laughter, moments tucked within. Doing life together, through joy and strife, Raising kids, navigating the journey of life. Now a widow, pain veiled in silent grace, Alone she carries a...

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