by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
dark,
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
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,
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,
love is to a heart
as black widow is to mate
they can be killers
by Charles Henderson |
Categories:
lost love
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,
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 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,
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,
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,
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....
*************************************************************
....“Terrestrial Journals” *
by Xavier Keough |
Categories:
family, forgiveness, introspection, sad,
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,
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
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:
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
I gave you my change....
Because that's all I had left.
by Olusegun Arowolo |
Categories:
death,
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
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