Widow Poems

Widow poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of widow poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on widow are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore; but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore; the young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

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Lady In White

Lady In White ode

Black from face, A living grace, Behold her!!! She is the ‘Lady In White’. Flying High, Her consort’s cape, Died in War, She is the ‘Lady In White’. Tears escaping, Exuding her eyes, Rolling through her cheeks, She is the

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

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Walking By Windows

Walking By Windows long poem

The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting

Drops Of Life

Drops Of Life short poem

Sitting besides the window , I watched the gloomy cumulus clouds Above the rolling hills. Suddenly, a gush of wind entered Through the open widow. The sun which tried to make its appearance Through the dark and thick clouds, Hid

What I Want To Be

What I Want To Be short poem

I tried yeah,I tried, I made you need me, what a difference today, you get honesty. You liked it and showered in thoughts that could be, deep down I knew it would never be me. Black widow you may say,

Road to Revolution

Road to Revolution prose poem

I was on the road to revolution; when I met- The childless mother beating her chest in sorrow, the widow shredding tears of solitude, The motherless child crying for company, the father who had lost his son… For the road

Sand Castles

Sand Castles short poem

Warm eyes look at the blue sea I am the clouds of idealism Waiting for the green spring Flowers in the wind A widow cries Age is the myth of denial I am younger than time Your hand is snow

The Tale Of A Yard Bug

The Tale Of A Yard Bug prose poem

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

This Is Not Another Love Song

This Is Not Another Love Song long poem

Well and it’s a winter wonderland tonight by the light of a bright full moon but THIS IS NOT ANOTHER LOVE SONG oh no it’s more like a dagger through the heart and a ghost from the past come home,

Brave Heart

Brave Heart long poem

Somewhere in a cottage down by the lake lands hidden out of sight…superstition is like a religion no one understands… well and in the darkness of the night Lightning strikes the water parting the rain as I sit here by

Widow’s Hill

Widow’s Hill long poem

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW’S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they’re waiting

A Personal Duel

A Personal Duel short poem

A world of glorified crooks and vilified saints. He is an aspiring politician, while he is the selfless Samaritan. He embraces deceit, while he toils in virtue. He amasses wealth, while he mourns over strangers death. He plots ploy through

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall and fog off the lake lands. The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand fills you full of fear and loathing. Creature of the night where are you going? I follow your shadow through the dark and cloudy

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I Cry long poem

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode I suffer

13 Ghosts

13 Ghosts long poem

Your house is a historical landmark That’s been passed down from Generation to generation but little Did you know this gift you were About to inherit would cause Great chaos and devastation.. Your ancestors are getting Restless now longing for

Angelique

Angelique long poem

Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless

Scenic Beauty

Scenic Beauty short poem

What do you think a redemption of a clone will work in the galaxy of stars? The hope was drying and violence refuses to decline in the valley of flowers. Orphaned moon climbs up the hill to preside over the

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

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Anticipation

Anticipation short poem

Time will arrive again, unfair Events will vanish and good days will come. You will forget your scary canvas where Dark pictures of your battered soul cause Misgivings of the sunny days and glum Thoughts, tension always wrecks your puerile

No Homecoming

No Homecoming short poem

Mountains from thirty-five thousand feet: Bike-wreck rucked skin below powdered sugar. No tread and no track in that authentic wilderness No pioneer souls in either ridgeline or crease And no you to arrive home to, the lush riffle Of short

I Am Shy

I Am Shy short poem

The shyness in me makes me decide not to speak I climbed the mountains and have seen the peaks The words I write cannot explain emotions that I reach Destiny lied to me in my mind and never again should

Love-circle

Love circle short poem

A beautiful Morning. I came. He came. Our eyes met. I understood him. He understood me. We fell in love. A beautiful Night.

Pillar of You

Pillar of You short poem

I lay awake and miss you I just want to hold and kiss you When I think about you My heartbeat starts to go crazy Because you are so special to me I need you to hug me And when

Earth Centric

Earth Centric prose poem

We delude ourselves, always have, still do. Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature! We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago. Started by those who knew next to nothing of where they lived, their place in a

Dear dad

Dear dad long poem

I sit here, thinking about how you touched my face How you kissed me on my cheek How you caressed me with your love Your sweet love Wisdom came out of your mouth Even when the old man tried to

Hope

Hope short poem

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

Union With Infatuation

Union With Infatuation prose poem

Union with infatuation The very night is colorful in sweet company If contact would be, very grave, heart rejoices its fancy Now those eyes are composed and look drowsy The morning is restless for union is at climax This is

Let Love Begin

Let Love Begin long poem

Well what can I offer you When you already have Everything and more… You snap your fingers and An entourage of nameless Faces come running pampering You but isn’t there not anything You do not yearn for…where Do you go

The Void So Deep!

The Void So Deep! long poem

“The voice that sings your name is sweeter than the midnight sleep, or the sweetest melody; The mind that drives me to you is dearer than the intellect that is deep; The sweetest melody will turn less sweet, Deep introspection

The Land of Livelihood

The Land of Livelihood short poem

It is dancing on waves, Like my mind of thoughts, For survival, Let me reach, At thy beautiful land, Nolhivaram, my land of Livelihood. Thy son, a skylark of Maldivian atolls, Never in touch of earth. Praying thee always, Making

Changing Facets Of Stone

Changing Facets Of Stone short poem

No one saw in those hands the stone But people propagate that he pelted apparently kept mum on my stumbling but water springing from fountain says cried stone stone will never clash with the irony emotions of love For clashed

Angel From Above

Angel From Above short poem

I wrote this piece for my angel from above, Source of inspiration, as she taught me about love. She is the most beautiful lady I’ve ever known, Every time I see into her eyes, my mind gets blown. I troubled

A Not So Distant Dirge

A Not So Distant Dirge elegy

The heart rending wail from the floor below Found its way into the corridors of my mind, Echoing in my brain long after it subsided. It was Munna’s mom, who died that morning, As drastically as Jigjri’s son lost his

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown ode

Rodeo clowns we love them painted faces tempting fate running ragged the bulls that chase ’em keeping a cowgirl, cowboy safe poetry to them just don’t matter when you’re dodging horns and hooves rhyming words and crisp pentameter are for

Love Sonnet 162

Love Sonnet 162 sonnet poems

When I perchance, did glance upon your face, But on intent, have sought to hold your hand, I might, on private times, claim that embrace, And scout for site where caring lips would land; So long as eyes can see,

Said No One

Said No One short poem

I hear by declare I shall not fell, I hear by declare I shall not crack or succumb to the utter temptation that “I need help”, I hear by illuminate every dark thought by living in my unproclaimed fantasy. I

Mirror In My Backyard

Mirror In My Backyard prose poem

In my reverie I live And reality is only a reflection In the mirror in my backyard Redemption is what I seek today Cos’ yesterday was drenched in sins Memories keep me awake all night, A walk through woods and

One Man Show

One Man Show ode

Sever The strings Heart Stuffed and stitched Black as the crow A wooden figurine In a one man puppet show The audience Seated Indian style In front of the stage Their laughter And cheers Eat away at Him Like a

Liberation

Liberation short poem

When I flew into a storm my words collided with thunder and stars fell on ashes of dead. I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze on past.Future was stretching its arms. A calling.Erratic explosions? The ruins were becoming worthy of