Widowed Poems - Poems about Widowed

Where are your arms hidden in disguise, you are our path to freedom and pride. The spaces are taken by the celebrated and hated, where is the love which given is for unborn, take us with free love, and deadly flight of widowed dove. Stay within my spaces, open your native places. Understand with an open heart, war is just an ugly form of...

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In silent hours, we feel the space, The quiet ache, the empty place. Your laughter now a distant sound, A cherished echo that surrounds. The world was brighter with your light, Now shadowed by this endless night. Each moment shared, each tender touch, We miss you dearly, oh, so much. Your presence stays, so calm, so near, in every prayer. In every tear Though you...

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After I came home from work one day, and sitting down for tea I looked out the window, and was surprised to see A person sitting out there, as if waiting for a bus The last one for the day had gone, now that will make him cross When I looked out there later, he was still sitting on...

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Said the old widow cook to the drag queen son feeding his/her dying abusive dad, while offering her nurturing donation: "I don't want your money. We're not savages, yet." Other words that might have come to desecrating mind: not for sale, yet not that victimized not that wounded not that uncivilized not that poor not that disenfranchised not that disempowered not that unenlightened not that devastated not that resourceless not that dispassionate not that judgmental...

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A Woman of Substance, Cited as An Instance, Her name Lady Constance … The rest giving Distance! Then, she become married On her wedding carried: A Worshipful Bridegroom, Who could wait for their room But would rather off zoom To it long swept with broom … But mid-street Fatal Crash, To the Man A Fate harsh … Now married soon widowed: By Death overshadowed!...

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There is no better love under the sun. A mother who knows how loss feels. Loss of one she loved under the bright sun. That is how I define a mother’s love. What is love without test? It has stood the test of time, strife. It has stood annoyance, many a blast, But what of the test of loss, loss of life? A...

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Quietly the nights pass Sleep not the Widowed refrain Mind filled with regrets...

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I am a widowed woman of significant age. Not unable to keep house, cook or bathe a child, no dancing for me those days seem over, but, yet - I can paint a picture or go fishing, with the best of them. I am strong yet vincible, not young, but abled. I am a widowed woman of significant age....

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Her only talent is To steal the dance And so the beat begins. Round and round She turns to your tune Loving the heady spin. Hear her words Pour forward from her Intentions spilled too thin. Her clutch for long straws A quickening of heart A desire burns to win. A long year unites Illusions of love Pure mimicry is her sin. Black magic fingers Red lips share burnt breath Whispers...

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Upon this dark and sunny day, Kneeling by your flowery display My teardrops fall like dripping dew, Remembering my time with you. Cold hard stone is all that is left To warm my heart that’s lost, bereft. Today our life had just begun, When in a moment, it was done. I lay, in sorrow, by your side, Forever yours, your mournful bride....

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Do raindrops know when dandelions cry flowing flaxen feelings like honeysuckle hues cuddling a marigold morning Will weeping willows wake parched parades of poppies silted by searing seasons stigmas of seedless seduction shadowed by stormy sunsets Can rainbows of renaissance twist tulip tongues so stamens of wilted whispers oscillate osmotic overtures of pistil pardon Do thundering trumpets mourn misty meadows when dandelions cry tides of tawny tears widowed in...

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We play this game each time we talk, in person or on the phone, he is the backboard with the basket, I dribble on to find the right positions taking careful aim, as I am trying hard to dunk my well-aimed shots into that hoop so narrow, so hard-rimmed it makes the ball rebound on me — but very...

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