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Husband Free Verse Poems | Free Verse Poems About Husband

These Husband Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Husband. These are the best examples of Husband Free Verse poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Banter in the bedroom

The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream  
when he climbs into bed beside me.  

And my comfort is found in the warmth 
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across 
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred kisses as I squeal to his delight.  

A calloused hand urges the small of
my back gently forward as I fuss in 
mock protest of his boyish game.  

His eyes gleam indulgently making my 
heart swell with such regard I 
choke back joyful tears and throw 
my arms possessively around him.  

With a knowing sigh he draws me in, 
cradling me in his capable arms 
sworn to provide and protect.    

Then he buries his face in my copper-red 
hair breathing its henna scent, and 
holding me tight, he whispers my name,
swearing love that will never relent.


  


Details | Free verse |

Toddler Sky

-Toddler Sky-

Down where I sleep, 
You hold me, embrace my every way
The Marks up on my skin
You caress, taking away from the ugliness

Watching the simple breath, when I breathe
Breaking the ice, soothing my inner peace
A sweet spray across the paleness in my limbs
Holding the warmth, I've been loved throughout my life.
From picking up sticks to the walking stick
My loving dear I know you will always be there
A few wheel chairs, when broken bones mend
You know my every cure*
Walk with me across the hall
Through the oldness, and the boldness of every color in the sky
Thank you for taking me as I am
A light twinkle' every time I feel the colors of the rainbow drip
Now a newborn takes his form
In you I find the strength to stretch my arms and reach for every star

When happy moments fail, 
I embraced the colors I found in you
I make out every tree, and wonder why and how?
I close my eyes to imagine the fun of chasing fireflies
Tonight I'm keeping my prayers simple, cute, and innocent
I will count sheep and search for sweet lullaby dreams
Smiling like a 3 year old this very moment, 
You think I'm having "Baby Blues."
My loving dear, thanks for having patience,
Painting my way down a toddlers sky
Every time  "P M S" hits

~SKAT~


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Love on a Beach

I can't help but watch them
As they run into the water, laughing, teasing, holding hands
With the sun catching the color of her long, auburn hair
The bronze of his young, muscular, legs
So fascinated by them, ...I can't stop staring..
The beauty of their youth, ....
With young love, so stunning in the sunset...
I hold them in my gaze
Until I lose them in the waves.

You have been watching me, watching them....
Your hair has grey in it, recently trimmed, thinning in the crown
There is winter showing on your face
I remember this morning slipping into my swimsuit
Critical of the mirror in front of me
You laughed and said I was being silly

You sigh, and take a deep breath of the ocean air
You take another look at me
As my eyes continue to search the water..
You reach across the blanket and touch my shoulder..
Saying just what I need to hear at that moment...
"Give me a kiss, you beautiful girl"..........





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YOU

YOU

Your 
Uncaring eyes
Push me 
Repulsively 
Braise me down to a pit of abysmal. 
Your balance ego 
Keeps me on the void
Tainting my walls
While I, 
Twitch
Bitter 
Words 
Of yuck
Behind your back.

~SKAT~


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Without You

that first breath after hearing Beethoven inhaling life from him John’s many gifts to me feeling his tears at La Boheme hearing him laugh at Carmen sharing the shock of a trembling “Equus”* audience Broadway, Times Square, Rockefeller Center hours of environmental debate strolling through Central Park John, you opened my eyes, my world but failed to teach me one thing... how to live “Without You”*
*Equus is a play by Peter Shaffer *Without You by Nilsson was our song Entry for Gail's "Remember a Lost Love" contest


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The Tale of Poor Fred

It was late at night, and softly said...Fred begged again, "Dear, come to bed"
Her answer...one,  he had heard before, ..."Soon after the paper is read".., she said

Night after night, he would try again,..."Please, come to bed".., Fred said
She answered each night with a new excuse, ..."The cat must be fed", she said

He dangles by a single thread,..."I'll wait for you in bed", Fred said
She replied, each time with a different line, "There's office work instead"...she said

"My dear, I miss you in our bed.  Come join me, soon, oh please?"... he said..
"When the Letterman show' is finally done, but then comes 'Mr. Ed'  ", ...she said

One night she finally came to bed
But that's the night she found Fred dead

Her dreaded days were sorrow fed....now nights were long, and filled with dread...
She crawled in bed alone, instead, and drenched in pillows, tears were shed

The news was spread, she hangs her head, 
                                           Her heart is torn in two,...in shreds!
 
What she really meant........ instead ..........instead

             She should have said "I Love You Fred"

    Too late, 'cause Fred is dead

           AS A DOOR NAIL !!

           (If I've walked you down this path, misled, 
                you are getting mad,  your face is red
                  and you'd like to strangle..., then behead me...
                     just because you read this poem,
                                               about the tragic death of Fred...

                       
                  
              Well...........I pondered that, and planned ahead...
                                    I've Fled!!   
   





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A Boston Tea Party Prelude

Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, seeming
most content although the nest they’d pieced
together gradually had emptied and grown quiet.
She remembers when her daughters,
chirruping like little birds, implored her please
to make their favorite cake named as a pie,
her famous Boston Cream.
Then busily she set to mixing butter, eggs; flour;
in other bowls, vanilla cream and chocolate glaze.
They liked it when she brought the china tea cups
from the cupboard and made a little party
just for them. . .

When all her birds had flown away, she tried to
cook and clean, pretending to be busy,
but really she just listened for their calls.
She saw her girls at holidays, but then when
they got married, the phone rang much less often.
And Christmas with them all was something rare.
Monotony hung heavy in the air.
No longer did she feel like baking cakes.
She faced the television while her husband
worked on puzzles and puttered round the house.
It seemed to her an effort just to breathe.
So then she’d go outside, buy groceries,
or stop and watch the children in the park.
A group of older ladies always flocked there
just like robins home for spring, twittering.
They’d beckon her to join them and chat.
But she just smiled, nodded, passed them by,
and wondered what could spark such animation.
For sadness now had settled over her.
It taxed her from her mornings to her nights,
sapping her of any old desires she once had.
And when her husband passed, she had no more
of sorrow left to cry.

So here she sits tonight beside the candles.
She thinks about the women in the park
and how they’d motioned to her just today.
A light inside her mind is flickering.
She rises from her chair, and flips a switch.
Her kitchen fills with light. She goes to where
for many years her cookbook lay untouched.
A harbinger, it opens to the place she’d often gone.
The weight of her dejection strangely lightens.
She gathers her ingredients and thinks about
the ladies; how she hopes they will react
when she gives her invitation, and
how cheerful they will be while sipping tea;
chirruping like girls, like little birds.
A stirring in her bones - this yearning to be free
kindling a rebellion -
the beginning of unburdening;
She starts to make her famous Boston Cream.


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Afloat On a Lavender Sea

Decades yawn and stretch across the years, traveling up the stairs, around the chairs coiling around the door of one small room that was groomed by the sun of a Saturday afternoon... Floating on a sea of a hardwood floor I'm prone, on my back, on a lavender rug Examining the nail of my left hand thumb hearing you express, that you aced your class I had confessed, to missing you more each day linked only to you, by that ivory phone and a ring on my finger, that bound our love and blinded our eyes to the doubt of youth... Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold There was a cake on order, and a cold hard world You were glued to my ear, I was entrapped by a cord that tugged on the wall, with every word Light from the yard is scored by the blinds but, there on the floor, prone on my back, I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives Linked to your voice, where love was wound Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood, I had a pillow of shag of a lavender rug The days stretching short and our vows yet untold A cord getting stronger, that time would unfold
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Unshed Tears

Slice me with your tongue,
Razor blade wounds,
To suck out all my poisens,
Sweet lonely lullaby,
Accusing eyes of sadism,
Picture perfect prodegy, 
My Deadly Sin,
A bitter taste of arson,
Burning in my vital organ,
Your the pyre that burns away my mortality,
A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley,
A shadow of Death stalking,
With odd angel like wings,
A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine,
My Oblivion,
Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds,
Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven,
Cocain Addiction,
That Drip of Drugs into your system,
Intoxicated blood stream,
I'd rather not dream,
And instead get lost within - Your paralysing,
Your Paralysing, Brain lapse,
Your moving too fast,
Stay slow and dreamy,
Dancing silhoutte,
Like a burning forest fire,
Pain throughout my veins,
Ravishing and Beautiful,
A voice torn from my throat,
Dying joyfully,
With my last sight of you. . .


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Look at Me

i curl your 
long dark hair in my fingers
at your neck
as I pull you down
I wait to feel the rough end of day
beard
on my face
your eyes close a little then open
to watch me
look at me, I whisper
dont stop
looking at me


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