Widower Poems - Poems about Widower

Fierce p a n g s of loneliness grip grief-stricken Jerome; The single-family house he resides in was once a home. ...

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I loved you, once upon a time and then you went away and with no reason to the rhyme it falls on me to say to speak, create, and change what’s done so I can be alright and live today, until it’s done and find you in the night. So I imagine, through the fog, you found your mom and dad, your brother Michael, and...

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I'm loathe to agonize, but it's an issue guys! Some cash wafts heaven sent, but spoils like excrement! It's shops long hours that stink (are driving me to drink!) I sit home long retired. She's younger, art inspired; she loves her work's deft strokes on hair for gals (YES! BLOKES!) Immediate cut's praise (while poet waits for days! I drown in...

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*Image of Sunset River for Two by Pixabay. AUDIO: Tip; Right-click on volume then click on Loop of the drop-down menu for continuous play. The Widower and Wife: LIND30 Tear stained pillow dries in dawns light, with his eyes wide-opened with delight, an aliferous butterfly color-filled wingspan, a smile had donned on a well informal man, [LIND30WCR] An egg fries and a toast...

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lightning strikes leaves nothing but the shell of him in one fell swoop the loss of her too much to bear AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on October 31, 2021...

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SCENE: Paul, a grief-stricken child walks into parent's bedroom at 1:06 am, climbs into bed with Dad. Father: Hey, Paul, what are you doing up so late? Can't sleep? Child: *nods* Father: What is it? What's on your mind, Chief? Child: I'm scared. Father: Yeah? Of what? Child: That one day you'll die like Mommy and I'll be by myself. Father:...

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If my mind's on Him My mind's on the Lord And my God then I won't have to fornicate nor sin Celibate shall reign control my pants, my skin This is a new beginning Now my God supplies all of my needs And He knows my heart I am not, Not conscious looking for a new...

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He can find the corners, follow the curves. He counts the space of a pace. Sometimes his dead wife will open a cupboard or wardrobe door. A pale blue light shines, as if the wardrobe or the cupboard had opened a window in his mind. He does not understand what this means, but knows she will put his socks away or find them. while...

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She still fills her housecoats on cold nights. The cat will always be the shadow of her hand. He will dwell in this home that she wove around his recliner, scrimshawing each thought with her presence. He mourns, not at the cemetery, but from the other side of a double bed. He rearranges nick-knacks by not touching anything. He does however place some sepia moments in a shoe box ...

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Vitriolic scathing psychological malevolent jujitsu cruelly, fiendishly, incriminating lambasting opprobrium rue teenly dished out to yours truly mechanically engineered hatred to stew when passive aggression fostered corked, where self destruction grew tens of decades ago, when this then much younger match chew Scott doubted, hesitated, lollygagged..., where in solitary confinement he brew toxic shocking rancor towards father and mother peaceful conflict resolution they did eschew much preferring hurling epithet...

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I am a widower O’ and maybe now I want to get married I am alone, yet not alone I’ve got God, Jesus I am alone, yet not alone I got Jesus… You see marriage is honorable And see when you’re faithful And you just believe No one is perfect And the only perfection we got Mankind our only goodness, perfection is when we enter Christ You see...

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He knows how to see the dancing atoms of invisibility, how to look through unlit windows, as if he were light gazing in. Sometimes his deceased wife will open a cupboard or wardrobe door, a faint light sheens as if a window had opened in his mind. He doesn’t know what this means. His hands seem guided to find what must be found. She puts worn socks...

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I'm engaged to God And if I die now Before that time I would like to be wed Married, again To a Christian woman If only it's meant to be God would loan her to me I'm one of a few men Who truly believe in God's way of marriage You see in 2016 I lost my first wife Never thought as we said our wedding vows God...

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I was endeavored; Espoused and married; But alas now I'm widowed; And I'm physically alone; I told my Father; I worship you alone; As He's tells me I am alone but not alone; Hevenly Father Grant Me Another So That I Can Worship You Alone-- At the time of my wife death This is how I felt Grieving for 2 years Mourning so many tears; Now...

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