Widow

Widow

A Poem by Cole O'Connor
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This is a poem written about a man who's wife has died; and now he is left with sorrow and nothing, except the title "widow"

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My lungs soak in weeping tears,
Exhaling the sorrows of a widow.
Beating chests strung on your vanity 
You are the shadow aside me,
following my lonesome psyche 

The sunsets switch to igniting stars,
Knit picking each fragment of my abundant scars.
I allow you to break down my composure.
Precisely investigating my frail structure.
Your essence eternally departs an anonymous afterlife

I held your ring finger like a fitted handle; purely naive.
Consequences seep alongside my grieving despondence

I am a deserted soul; tongue-tied with encumbered inhibitions.
My love for you has reached a ceaseless plateau.
This catastrophe has rung my yearning aspirations.
Standing next to your grave, the crows circle above.
Conjoining itself within the darkening gloomy clouds 

My habits have bit off my anxious nerves and the skin to my lips.
I commit this sorrow inside incompetent inhibitions 
By what method do I communicate these trailed woes.
Insinuations laced upon your name; condolences drown my brain. 

I awoke in a scandal, which has reformed my existence wholly.
Sequences mourn through the memories of our ever longing love.

Today I kneel with my head sunken low; a lifetime of being a widow.

© 2013 Cole O'Connor


Author's Note

Cole O'Connor
I would love if you could tell me your opinion, as well as critique this piece. If I have any spelling errors, please let me know, also.

Thanks,
Cole. :D

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"I am a deserted soul; tongue-tied with encumbered inhibitions.

My love for you has reached a ceaseless plateau.

This catastrophe has rung my yearning aspirations.

Standing next to your grave, the crows circle above.

Conjoining itself within the darkening gloomy clouds "

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:).............

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"I am a deserted soul; tongue-tied with encumbered inhibitions.

My love for you has reached a ceaseless plateau.

This catastrophe has rung my yearning aspirations.

Standing next to your grave, the crows circle above.

Conjoining itself within the darkening gloomy clouds "

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:).............

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

even im into it but its a splendid write....i dont think that there is something wrong with the write....its good...thanks for sharing...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C...this read to me like a piece about how you imagine a widow would feel. That's not a critique...just an observation.

The poem is a good effort nonetheless but I think it would be stronger if it felt more like your experience was in it. (At 18, I realize that might asking a lot but, then again, maybe not.)

Thanx and keep them coming...bobc

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cole O'Connor

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much. I will keep that in mind. c:

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Added on September 11, 2013
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Tags: widow, poem, poet, poetry, depression, loss, death, pain, emotional, personal, dying, sorrow, literature, grieving

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Cole O'Connor
Cole O'Connor

Vernon Rockville, CT



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I'm Cole. I am 18, male, taken, vegetarian, atheist, musician and writer. I write mostly poetry, lyrics, prose, and short stories. I'm looking for friends and people who would like to share and .. more..

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