Love Poems About Widows or Widows Love Poems
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories: dark,

Dark In the Cold

this is my house
death is my spouse

my love is gone and I'm with pain
alone in my arctic abode
my wife now walk a widows road 
I don't think I can breathe again

alone in my arctic abode
she passes through my placid plane
if walls could talk; perchance I'm slain
my wife now walk a widows road

this is my house
alone in my arctic abode
from dusk til dawn I haunt her vain
my wife now walk a widows road
death is my spouse

death is my spouse
this is my house

1-30-2022
meditative ballad
sponsor: emile pinet
used rhyme zone and hms

by Sizo Hlophe |
Categories: allegory

What Love

She still walks the streets that moulded the 
dimples in her smile,

the streets that had her sing a tale song 
tailored with a forged rhyme.

She's fond of the trees that cater a platter 
of shade towards her mile, 

a mile that has so many hearts of weary 
travellers on her pile.

What art is she?

She shares a splif with the dukes of our 
time,

And walk into fortresses to dine with the 
lords we spite.

She feeds on reasoning of fouled grey 
widows,

how come, how should, how can: she 
mourns.

What love?

by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: devotion, faithgod, god,

For John Freeman: Godly Limerick

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.


by Lin Lane |
Categories: irony,

Of Widows and Hearts

love is to a heart

     as black widow is to mate

          they can be killers

by Charles Henderson |
Categories: lost love

War Widows

She walked alone, no one was there
No spring she had within each step
She walked as if she did not care
And while she walked she also wept
She wept not for lack of romance
She wept not for being in pain
It was for the men lost in France
And for the ones buried in Spain
She wanted love, to do the dance
Many a young maid, unfulfilled
A war widow without the chance
Broken within, her wishes chilled
Now old and bent, too many years
Carrying the weight of those tears

© Oct 19 2010  Charles Henderson
    2 nd in  John's "sonnet" contest

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: grief, lost love, ocean, remember,

Crippled Ships

Neptune's net strikes on floating flames
Her souls sounding faint gossamer goodbyes
Ocean's octaves murmur mute
Dim dives to a regretful reef
Blue grief blurs, sailors say
In twilight tides, widows whisper
Their lost laments for crippled ships

12/19/21

by Gargi Saha |
Categories: dedication

A Tribute To Mother Teresa

A helping hand,
To the emancipated,
To the hated,
To the poor,
To the sick,
To the unfortunates,
To the downtrodden,
To the orphans,
To the widows,
To the disabled,
To the crumbled
To the oppressive and confounded.

The help you rendered,
The comfort and feelings you blended,
The sympathy for the destitute,
The care and concern to the wounded
as healing substitutes.
The honour, the love. the affection, the blessings
that were showered on you,
Are just too less in these words to describe you.
The unpretentious life you led,
The hapless and the hopeless with whom you dealt,
Honest, selfless service was your mission
A countless times I bow down before you, oh mother!

by Freddy Francois |
Categories: inspirational, love,

I Applaud You

To......
Every great friend
To......
Every soul that will ascend
To......
The escaped abused lovers
To......
The mothers
I applaud you
All...
Those who will always love thy brother
All...
Loving widows that grow to love another
All...
Helpful prominent pillars
All...
Forgivers of prominent killers
i applaud you
All...
innocent adolescents
To... 
The first black president
I applaud you
Please ignore the repetition
I was just taking this time to write about those 
that deserve recognition

by Larry Belt |
Categories: life,

Lost

I reach for the things I cannot have
I love, but it's never returned
Trust is something I give away
Knowing it has to be earned

I mourn for those who need mourning
But for me no tear is shed
No one will offer their shoulder
I cry in silence instead

I weep for the widows and beggers
Just like the good book commands
I've nothing to offer in treasure
I help with my own two hands

I have no place to lay my head
A bench becomes my bed
Each morning I wake up hungry
Knowing that I won't be fed

I'm someone's son or daughter
Somewhere our paths have crossed
I'm the one who fell through the cracks
I'm what the world has lost

by John Rhinem |
Categories: hope, life, love,

Terrestrial Journals Ix

Predatory; fiction and fantasy became in essence the reality for most?!

In regards unto the realms of life beyound which in turn birthed

The fowlers net to ensnare amid these illusions and delusions....

Mass hypnosis, within subconscious' collective minds; webs of plights

Self-destruction paving this path atop the page in existence!?

Oblivious; as the black widows about their business spinning 

Historicals deja vu wombs....

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....“Terrestrial Journals” *

by Xavier Keough |
Categories: family, forgiveness, introspection, sad,

Face

Dissuade me
From the loyalty of love
And the widows of why
From concealing color
This makeup I cry
Dissuade me
From believing in marriage
And that pain turns bland
From reconciling resolve
And staying my hand
Dissuade me
From cheating my children
By bleeding my tears
From staining innocence
And screaming their fears
Dissuade me
From hating my husband
And divorcing this disgrace
From abusing this trigger
Like the bruises on my face

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baptism, love,

A Quantum Leap Theory, Aka, Relativity

Peering back through this blurred lens' scope across time
Two grieving widows cast amid despair; eleven children lost
Or better stripped, their lives; robbed of a father's love: poignant
Cutting at these edges; still frames in black and white ? Two brothers
Somewhat young where one had already died time's tides; intriguingly ironic
Considering the possibilities could you turn such hands: be as ghost entombed tears
Aneath shattered dreams their veil ?

by David Wood |
Categories: bereavement, death, faith, love,

Hear Me My Love

Hear me my love
As I lay slowly dying
With my last breath
I whisper 'I love you'.

For eternity you’ll be my 
Only love dear, 
I go to God, He’ll
Comfort me with love.

As I lay here, I see
An Angel waiting
To take me home
My place among
The stars.

Be strong my love
In week's and months 
To follow, 
For I’ll be with you
Walking by your side.

Be patient now
I stand here waiting for you
You’re not alone
I hold you in my love

Until you come
And join me in 
God's heaven
And we can find 
our true eternity.


To be sung to the hymn tune Finlandia. Originally in memory of my late wife Tina, but I also dedicate it to all War Widows.

by Hsu Mr |
Categories:

Translation

i want to translate
english within english
itself,
without the widows left
by explorers who
died in their exploration.
to go through deserts that withstood
foot prints,
to find an oasis that matters.
to open a new river that contains
the oasis,
one as far as nile river,
full of crocodiles that travel-
so much that anyone
who dared to be swept
in the stream
will find gold beneath the river
and love in themselves,
as though they just went through
what they were meant for,
despite never knowing what is it.

by Olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: life, people,

A Rare Kind

She is an epitome of kindness,
a canopy on a rainy day;a well in arid land,
I wish to emulate her gracious benevolent,
Orphans are feed,harlots polished and widows smiled,
The homeless are housed and hopeless hopes were raised,
She illuminates and radiates love among ants and rodents,
such unique *****sapiens!,Oh! mother nature `give us more`.




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by Anne Hessler |
Categories: abuse,

White Widow Love

The widow spins her web of lies
telling more each day
then she sits and waits
looking for her pray

When a man draws near her
she pounces right away
then she pins more lies on him
making sure he'll stay

Throughout the years she uses him
taking his energy
while everyone around them 
wonders why he doesn't see

The widows spread her poison
and now he's too far gone
but soon she will out grow him
it really won't be long

He will not know what hit him
he thought they'd rise above
but now he's got to realize 
that's a white widows love

by Charlotte Zuzak |
Categories: death, depression, friendship, loss, people, sad,

The Park

Hand-in-hand gossiping widows
sit on vacant, unwashed benches
enjoying the warmth of the day while
glancing at men awaiting nothing
as they stare into space
overwhelmed by the barrenness of loneliness
and sorrows as mental images
recall a past love.
Dreaming will continue.

by Kipkirui Mitey |
Categories: allah,

Voices In the Night

What a gathering!
I was puzzled by the crowd
'Close the doors and windows'
said an old man seated on a wood
'The ancestors want to meet the widows'
Two young men poured out the libation
Just to make peace with the departed
And for love to return to the nation
A woman with azure attire in the moonlight
Brought a horn of milk from the night
The old man sipped the liquor and spat out
At the elders seated around and about
He touched every youth's head to bless
And hoped it would bring bliss

by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories: blessing, christian, devotion, faith, fire, god, love,

Every Knee Will Bend To His Majesty

Wisdom is the model of justice so to speak  
where the reflections mirror of holiness shine 
Champion of the truth You pierce the heart of all sinners 
Defender of the Faith a Teacher of the uneducated 
advocate of the poor, an arm of widows, eye of the blind
even when the thunderbolt strikes 
He is Light of the world Prophet of the Most High
tongue of the dumb avenger of crimes 
Father of Kings Salt of this earth 
Hammer of tyrants terror of demons 
dread of the wicked, glory of the righteous

by Linda Terrell |
Categories: death, losslove,

Widows Lonely Cry

I once held your hand
for you I always made a stand
My heart full of love for you
Years of toil much labored too
We together stood the mile
and too occasionally a smile.

I once touched your firm face
for God upon us gave his grace
Now my friend you are gone
No more this world to roam
I still miss you my love today
but still feel guilty to stray.

Years I've been alone
living on memories gone
When will I feel brave again
to further love but not in vain
I yearn for company dear
Alone I will die I fear.

So will I ever love again
why do I still feel it's a sin.
Till death us do part
why Lord, in my heart
can I not make a new start?

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: cry, death, god, love, peace, rainbow, soldier,

Peace Dove

Bombs fly
Soldiers die
Pols lie
Apple pie
~ Moms cry

Young men torn
'Still-born'
Widows mourn
Hair shorn...

Sun will shine
Life's fine
Rainbow's sign

Peace Dove
High Above

God is Love


          May 15, 2019
Entry: 'Charlieku' New Form contest
     Sponsor: Charles Messina

by Diane Henning |
Categories: faith, life, love, peace, heaven, heaven, life,

Virgin Bloody Vajohn

There the hornets and black widows and vajohn in the village and
all ask favors to goto heaven well, if you are going to heaven you
can't break the law no even for virgin yes there is a right and wrong
in everything if you feel its a ghost and its wrong don't do it because
you won't go to heaven anyway, the bite or sting from the hornets Queen
is to must and the bible says its not by works or favors may be God
is trying to said don't do that have a nice life and a angel just blink
and wink and said good bye enjoy your life and obey the law.

by Cortney Bartholomew |
Categories: love,

A Widows Love

I gave you my change....
Because that's all I had left.

by Olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: death,

At the Grave

His departure makes families to cry,
Though he lived a fruitful life with weak thigh,
He’s always ready to lift the poor high,
Putting food on many tables nearby,
Making kids and widows faces to dry,
As the parish priest says...he’s no mean guy,
These attitude and deeds I’ll love to try ,
Not making the dream of this gem to die,
As we come to this place to say bye-bye,
I bow my head  and look up the dark sky .



DATE:8-23-2016

by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories: allegory, caregiving,

Bits of My Heart

Bits of my heart
I donate for charity
to those who lament
to orphans in villages
widows without hope
the displaced in camps
the war victims weeping
and all with lost love
bits of my heart I donate
for charity and consolation
holes, patches and scars
dot my heart everywhere
because no one pays back
bits I donate generously