Best Widow Poems

lesson one

i wake up alone
for the first time
the silence is deafening

i want to get up
but every fiber in me
is dead weight

i want to call my mother
and ask her how a widow
gets out of bed in the morning
but i won’t do that to her
i will figure...

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The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers her love lost
(her left eye a tombstone glass)
and seizes not to yearn it back ---

The Blacklady among crimson;
her desert rains...

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May stretched its legs into grave.
The thunder heralds the rains.
A hut on the bank of Kanoli canal
Is not re-thatched this year.
Her infant’s illness made the doctor gay
With all the wages she had kept.
Summer takes the last breath,
But the coconut leaf thatched roof
Is not re-thatched this...

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whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness



Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Originally posted on October 23, 2018...

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A widow who hated to see
her friends doing better than she
spun such nasty rumors
they spread like bad tumors
and blackened her soul completely.

Her friends realized she was not
a soul they could trust, so she got
left friendless for spinning
her lies. For her sinning -
inside her own web...

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The widow turned the air on, closed her door
against the summers’ sounds and cooling breeze.
She had no friends or allies anymore
and family were mere shards of memories.

But sometimes, like a captured damsel, she
would stand beside her window for a while.
Her neighbor sitting on his porch...

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Began in September
(Watching it grow)

A smoldering ember
(Black-orange glow)

October, November
(Can’t let them know)

Half past thru December
(Hope it won’t show)

Don’t think I remember
(Feeling so low)...

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She offers with those seducing eyes
Draws me in with hot, sexy sighs
Compliments for my clever rhymes
Feels me lonely.. says now's the time 
Wrong seems right.. is that a crime
I've arrived
I've arrived

The Black Widow behind her door
So many men have knocked before
In evening shadows.. after late
Not...

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She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
	She sobbed away sorrows in black
	When she discovered the knapsack
	In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
	And her head and palm greeted, smack!
	Like his body met the floor, thwack!
	The house empty, less her they track
Hardened...

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I looked in the mirror and all I could see was the pain of loss,
draped in jet-black dress with a veil of gloom on my face.
I tried to smile hard but all I could see was a forced on gloss
dabbed on my lips to hide...

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She waits by the river
Watching her withering shadow
Mourning pearls low
Dusting the ashes slowly
Deep within so lonely
Slaughtered body of her mate send shiver.

She quietly screams through her white veil
Stained in widowed red
Weeping willows dread
She prayed for grace
River took her in loving embrace
Her loud screams, echoes trails.

Passerby...

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Love Letter
Courting a Black Widow Spider

I do admire your knitting skills
The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills

Your hourglass figure glowing red
has never gripped my heart with dread

The sight of you  a passion rare instills
So I could never believe, as I view fresh...

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In limbo her soul breathes
The inky black of midnight crawling her skin
She watches his chest rise and fall
The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep

She pierces his dream with silent screams
Calls him awake with urgent longing
He stirs and twitches
But does not come to her

She fingers the...

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White pages stare
	   at the blood stains of the past
White virgin cries then dies
	   red wine to the victor
Roses so blue
	   tell tales in the wind
Judges three, older than all of thee
	   all of them colorblind...

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marginalized
again
just a widow
whose family is grown
no longer a central figure
overlooked
forgotten

until something
is expected from me
then parameters shift
I am needed, anticipated
counted on for help
until that window in time
passes

then
marginalized
once more
prioritized
off the grid
of life

~
is it any wonder
I gravitate
to the one who supports me
appreciates me
listens
with his heart...

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