Wife Poems | Examples of Wife Poetry

I’LL BE YOUR EZER Beloved my chosen our Father Has placed me in your eyes I am Ezer Your promise Your help A beat of your heart Your rib I’ve come from You are mine duly chosen, I am beholden I am the rib that protects your heart I am the help it’s me, sent from God Help that you can’t do without Darling, beloved I am...

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Ten years ago, I did not stumble into love, I stepped into you, slowly, as one steps barefoot into morning light knowing he will stay. You did not arrive with thunder, but with silence that made everything else grow still. You were never a spark, you were a slow fire that found the corners of my cold and made them warm. The way your eyes linger, not asking for...

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Gotta go to school it's the same old story teach me a lesson would be good for me learning all the rules five days of the week don't fall behind don't think don't speak gotta go to work it's the same sad story get me a job that's sure to bore me working for a wage five days of the week don't...

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My old husband, married so many times, making a big giant army with his loves. Loves that must follow all his rules, or he will cause them to feel blue. My old husband, has a way of making everyday a special day, that makes me chuckle, with his attention to detail. My old husband, is such...

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M. is for so MANY reasons why I am in love with you. R. Is for how ROMANTIC you are to me AND RESPECTFUL you are to everyone around you. S. Is for how SEXY AND SWEET you are to me. B. is for how BEAUTIFUL and BRILLIANT you are L. is for how full...

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There was an old man from Fargo, With a wife whose name was Margo. They were quite the pair Neither had much hair They traveled the world with no cargo! ...

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The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride...

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Alongside me in rain and shine she walks her life on her own terms, setting the course on the pathway she likes to pave. Probing nameless people uncalled, she may descry break the fence of her protected privacy and pry, ask incisive questions to slice her persona. She doesn’t ever care to respond. In our passionate journey together for so many years I’ve...

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true love ...

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Whirlwind Of summer embers Stirs up From the un-mowed grass Swept by the brooms of July 4th fireworks Booming distant in the furled city Up high To the tree tops The fire flies rise To the hunger of bats that swoop as spoons Banging the pan of moon More than enough for all The stars Lightning bugs Moonbeams and bean wings Consciousness everywhere Our heads tilt On their cracked bodies Statues Still standing For a...

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Life might have taken away my ability to dance But it didn't take out my rhythm That's why even on my chair I'm all groovy and fully turned up I might not hold your hand and spin you around But I can buy you lovely dresses So that as you pirouette It rolls around you like the cupcake you are I might...

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My wife has become an insomniac, during ebon hours she doesn’t sleep. Like an owl she’s become nocturnal, I wish again she was counting sheep. But dementia does this to a person, God put us together, she’s in my keep. All of my days start off the same, and most days, when alone, I weep. ...

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A broken gate in the cemetery holds many memories. By Poet Walk through my gate at night, only with a full moon very bright. The hanging "Gossamer" from the trees is an eerie sight, I do not know if I like this invite. This "Ghostly" night may bring some fright, but in the end we will be alright. Look over there at...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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