Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

Husband Woman Poems | Husband Poems About Woman

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

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....

Copyright © humble b

Details | Lyric | |


Sitting in this empty room
Looking at broken pictures of me and you
A broken life together
I always thought we’d make it forever

What has become of me?
I never ever thought I would be
One of those who were beaten down
One of those who didn’t make a sound

Silent when you pushed me around
Silent when you covered my mouth
Silent when you raised your hand
Silent when you gave your commands

But something deep within my soul
Tells me to rise up and take control
Take a hold of my lost self again
Knowing if I don’t this might be the very end

You will not break me down this way
You will not darken my coming days
I am stronger now you see
And I will never let you kill the beautiful soul inside me

I am someone who has a voice
I am a woman who can make my own choice
I don’t need permission to be free
Or to discover the real woman inside me

Discovering the strength and power within
To let the bright shining sun shine in
To let my heart feel free and bold
To let my soul escape your choking hold

I’ve come to realize just a few things
That my life is worth more than two gold rings
Sometimes it has to be that way
For me to take ME back and then for me to say…

I am a beautiful woman inside
I will never ever run away and hide
I will rise to the very top
I won’t quit and I won’t stop

There is nothing that I can’t do
There is nothing left for me and you
So now I surrender and just let go
I am special this I know…..

Copyright © Jod!e Quintero

Details | I do not know? | |

when a woman loves a man

when a man says that he love a woman
what does he mean
when he says that without you he is nothing
is that really how it seems

how can a man say he wants you 	
and not touch you	
how can a man love you
and not care about your needs too

how do you know when to let go
and how do you know if a relationship is making you strong
when you get married no one tells you that you often feel alone
but they're quick to say don't give up on love just hold on

right now I feel so confused 
because, love has got me feeling so blue
often I think about having an affair
because he treat's me like I'm not here

should I stay so my child can have a family
and is it selfish of me to say I’m unhappy
is it wrong of me to give up on my marriage
and want to find comfort in another man

Copyright © monique hicks

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Virtuous Woman

A Virtuous Woman 
There are different types of women 
As you may very well know 
I am here to talk about her,
 And her goodness I will show 
A virtuous woman is
 And talks of good things, 
 The joy of her love is strong, 
And happiness it will bring 
She works with her hands and 
Takes good care of her home 
She comforts her husband
 When he is feeling alone. 

She teaches her children and
 Trains them very well 
There is so much to be said 
About a virtuous woman but 
Not enough time to tell.
 Proverb 18 and 22 said; 
Whosoever finds a wife, 
Which is a woman,
 Find a good thing and obtain 
Favor in the Lord; 
They will remain together
 Till death do them part. 

A virtuous woman is not
 Slothful in business 
And serving the Lord 
Doing wrong will not be 
Found in her mind, 
Or even in her heart. 
Her husband trust her 
Every step of the way,
 He will never let her go
No matter what you say.

 She dresses accordingly 
To make her husband proud
She speaks with a gentle
 Voice, not very loud. 
She is always doing things to
 Get her husband praise, sometimes 
Just watching her
 Will keep him so amazed. 

A virtuous woman is strong 
And worth more than
 Rubies itself; and when
 Her family hurt, she 
Hurt more herself. 
A woman shall be praised
 If she is a woman that 
Fear the Lord. A virtuous woman 
Qualifies with mind, spirit,
 Soul, and heart.

Copyright © Lillie Williams

Details | Blank verse | |

Who Can Find A Virtuous Woman

Who can find a virtuous woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
My wife found out that her brother drowned and that she was pregnant with our first child on the same day.
My wife had a husband lose his mind and her father shoot himself in the same 3 months.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My wife rarely complains, walks clothed in love, and has a sexy smile like Sophia Lauren.
My wife giggles and laughs at stupid jokes out of sheer hilarious kindness.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Women turn to my wife for advice and direction.
Men turn to my wife for encouragement and affirmation.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
With her I will grow old.
With her I will travel back to the innocence of my childhood.
Loving her has not been easy as obstacles have come against us from day one,
But when I think to faint or run I dream of her soul and find strength.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her.
My wife’s love for our children manifests in busy days and restful nights,
And through her love my children never doubt the presence and reality of God’s affection.
My wife sees the best in me when others can only see frivolity and failure.
My wife beats back adversity with a conscientious smile and perspicacious laughter.
My wife knows God but does not flaunt her holiness as if it is on display for the world,
And my wife’s motivations are purer than the running water of mountain tops.
I seek not to exalt her to a place of codependence where all of her humanity is crushed beneath the pain of my subjective worship.
No, my wife is no God and she is constantly forgetting to lock her car,
But when I think of King Lemuel and his question for the ages,
When I think of King Lemuel and his somewhat chauvinist question,
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My response is always the same, I can!

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas

Details | Lyric | |

Viagra and Beer

Too much Viagra and beer.
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.

Country Bob's was the last club that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, but I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Nice pants.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."

A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She's still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.

When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.

You were fantastic last night;
So, I only think its right
If I supplement your diet 
With Viagra and beer."

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, She makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

We're like newlyweds. 
I need a break sometime.

Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14

Copyright © Robert Candler

Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...

(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Limerick | |

Woman-Owned Business Maker

Self-employed and partner in life
He "hired" some other guy's wife
Making golfing balls
Now he has two holes
My new business ?...Surgical Knives...

for Carolyn Devonshire's "Horrible Bosses"

Copyright © iolanda Scripca

Details | I do not know? | |

The Women

The Women

(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)

Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.

They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.

You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.

You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.

You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.

Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.

I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.

I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.

I salute you!

(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Haiku | |


Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b

Details | Rhyme | |

Human or Humane

Human or Humane – Zamreen Zarook
The precious creature of the divine lord,
One differ from other as the playings of harpsichord,
Every single was a pass chord,
So as to go for their fatal reward.

Muscular system is a part,
Nervous system is an art,
Skeleton system is again a handcraft,
Things matters on the beauty of the heart.

Showing kindness and sympathy,
You become a man of empathy,
This leads to be healthy and wealthy,
Where as it makes your life lengthy.

Dummy body is human,
Love and kindness within it is the humane,
decide and alter your membrane,
Before you reach the torture of the hurricane.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

Details | Rhyme | |

There's A Web of Temptation And Sin

There’s a Web of Temptation and Sin!

There’s a web of temptation and a lot of sin…
That brings slavery and a strong bondage within!

Throughout this land, there’s an evil surge!
While many lives, seem to be getting “submerged!”

Being submerged, into a life, that many believe in.
They become perverted, but want all to receive them!

The “love and acceptance,”
 that many desire.
Puts them on a tightrope!  A very thin wire!

As the web of temptation and sin begin to grow.
It brings a bondage that damages the soul!

They may want to have “love and acceptance.”
But in their hearts, needs to be a godly repentance!

May the holiness of a righteous God be stirred!
That all will come back, to the truth of his word!

His son Jesus, came to the cross! He bled and died!
That through him, our lives can be totally sanctified!

Only the power of God, can bring a needed restoration!
He gives to one and all… 
 A heavenly invitation!

Whosoever will… Come now!  And accept him!
Won’t you take the time, to really know him?

Don’t allow the web of life to destroy 
and overcome you!
Come to Jesus now!  He really does

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | I do not know? | |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,

all women.


Think of how you treat,


all women.


Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,



all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Verse | |

I like your love

I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up and 
make me superior to my adversary 
Creatively providing the exact amount of 
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay

You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant 
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it

I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force

Copyright © humble b

Details | Sonnet | |

Women are always right

Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.

Copyright © Tiffany Cordova

Details | Ballad | |



Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.

The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy

And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child  &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.

Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.

She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.

Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life

And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.

Each month she mailed the  letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos 
true siblings in their best

But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her  husband knew her---
 She had him in her spell.

So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.

And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.

So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.

They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.

Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast

Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And  in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.

Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara.  My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried.  He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.


Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

Details | Couplet | |

Communication by touch

Communication by touch 
is not for every old dutch.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr

Details | Tanka | |

Summer Night

summer storm
her bra on the sofa
undressing. . .
faint scent
dark hair falling

Copyright © Thomas Martin

Details | Epic | |

No woman no man

        No woman no man
A woman gave birth to you,
A woman gave you the first milk of life,
In a woman's womb,
Was you first world,
And yet you beat her,
Oh what a coward,
Where were you, 
when Tyson was on the ring?
When were you, 
when Muhamed Ali,
Was the best world box champion?
On a woman's flesh,
you show your ugly strength,
A strength of waste,

No woman no man
A woman is a soul healer,
A woman is a soft and beautiful human,
A woman loves with out a cost,
And yet you rape a woman,
Oh coward,
When will you,
ever be brave to love a woman?
Guess the value,
 of a woman means nothing to your soul,
Or do you find yourself ,
strong to hear her scream in pain,
Like you laugh In your stupidity,

No woman no man,
A woman is a being,
that represent spirituality,
A woman's heart is so beautiful,
She understand love,
in a greater sence,
A woman foresee,
a furture unseen,
Her humour is one of a kind,
Yet like a believe,
 they are made mere house keepers,
I wonder who set this rule,
Or was it truly God made?

No woman no man
How can you be a man,
without a woman?
A real man,
understand the value of a woman,
Like in the family,
They say,
a father is the head of the house,
That keeps wondering,
how can a head stand,
with out a neck, the mother,

No woman no man
One that disrespect,
a woman,
is not worthy to be a man,
The mystery behind loveing,
a woman is only on the heart,
of a wise man,
Like a bitter truth,
Life is ugly with out a woman,
Creation stops,
if  women exist not,
How you can imagine,
To exist with out a woman,
On this note I realise 
No woman no man

Copyright © richard nnoli

Details | Free verse | |

To whom it may unconcern

How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics,  milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncracies obligingfor no one's 
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a 
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
presidence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dryice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for 
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the 
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will     upbringing fixed.

Copyright © Dave Collins

Details | Free verse | |

A Woman Created By Law and Men

The twelve were coming in …, 
twelve like gods, with sealed fates.
Mortals with keys to death and dungeons of hell, 
where devils walked in numbers, and are owned; 
they are someone’s belongings. I could not see me.
That place is it where there is blood without formed elements … 
or nutrients. Colors became significant (blue and red).
We know of the black and white barriers; 
the ones we pretend do not breathe in Washington. 
Brothers and a nation are built behind steel bars.

The thought of that woman, 
the woman that stands bold 
with torch beckoning to come and taste the dream, 
is like a haunted house, and I, a little child of three.
How she defends self-government 
while she’s trapped at sea. Freedom is a long way …
Liberty is far-flung, 
but I must not lose what is left of free will.
When the verdicts are festooned, 
they ought to downgrade the others;
there should be no rivalry. 
Without such it is simple to mislead the bulk.

I am my better half; 
I come clean without boasting on my tongue.
I often wondered if Hilary plagues … 
because she believes she has a better hand, 
or is there absolute amnesty. 
This thought I contemplate to summon sleep
 instead of counting sheep. 
The guy who swings the three iron, I often think of his wife; 
how her shoes were on to run. Was it hurt are shame?
Love is far too shallow to be called love.

I shall kill her, 
and set her in the depth, 
where she will be eaten by her conscience; 
sometimes I questioned if there’s one. 
Maybe one is near, but suppressed.
I must kill her 
with this ball-point that poured out the contents
of a lamenting soul; she must go before she is far gone. 
Is the law a crooked device,
 a mean provided for some to get even?
Who suffers when she cried wolf?
Hell is the amount of her condescension.
She has to die, to live anew, 
and to allow the halves to live.

Copyright © Earle Brown

Details | Rhyme | |

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children

Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children… Many parents bring their kids to church… Hoping they’ll be a “better person.” They want them to hear about God. And listen to the “Sunday lesson.” They often tell the children to listen and obey God’s ways. But you’ll never see the parents at church on Sundays! They’re “too busy” to spend time with God... Even at home. Then tell their children they love them. And often leave them alone. They parents don’t want to take the time to give them their attention. They want the Sunday school teacher to give them a “moral direction.” Parents need to be the man and woman God wants them to be! They need to have Christian principles that their children can see! Won’t you be there for your children and help them to understand… What it means to be a Christian. And to be a Godly woman or man! It’s Christ’ desire that you as parents be a Godly example! There’s just too many temptations for your kids to handle! Living for God. As a family. Is the best thing you can do! Christ stands at your heart’s door… The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton 11/16/11

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)

Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,


at a construction site in Bredasdorp.


‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,


do these words mean anything,
to anyone,



Not to Anene Booysen,


murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,


at a construction site in Bredasdorp.


Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,


Her 17 year old body tossed aside,


by the hands of men.


Men, always men,


cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.


‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,


do these words mean anything,
to anyone,



Not to Anene Booysen,


who now lies cold and dead.


How many Anene Booysens will it take,


for us,






men, especially men,


to excise the ghastly menace,


of the heinous capacity that resides,


within men,


always men,


to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.


‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,


do these words mean anything,
to anyone,



Not to Anene Booysen,


murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,


to die,


in the dirt,


at a construction site,


in Bredasdorp.



Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)


* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu


** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Lyric | |


When you come home late
i open up the door
warm your food
take off your clothes
i carry you to bed.
Wake you early in the morning
run you a hot bath
Choose and iron your clothes
Make your coffee
pack an apple and snack
make sure my man will be fresh and looking fine.
      Five years and counting,
      simple words like thank you,no more
      the doting look you used to give me,no more
      flowers and candy,no more
      you are beautiful,no more
      phone calls,diner,family vacations, no more
      am proud to be your man,no more
      i love you,no more
      thank you for loving me,no more
      the kissing,the hugging,the sex,i ain't getting none no more. 

When you said you wanted me home full time
i dropped my career to take care of the kids.
Though i love a little flesh on me
i trim every time you say am getting thick.
Baby every time you say it ain't enough
i always make it up to you
when you say jump
i never question why
i just fly all the way.
            (repeat Vs 2)
I keep my body tight
decorate the house as you like
make sure the food is divine
remind the kids what great a man you are
Oh!i even pretend that i am alright.

Baby each minute of everyday without hesitation
i do
will do whatever it takes to make you proud
i sacrifice
let you trample all over me so you shine.
      Five years and counting,
      simple words like thank you,no more
      the doting look you used to give me,no more
      flowers and candy,no more
      you are beautiful,no more
      phone calls,diner,family vacations, no more
      am proud to be your man,no more
      i love you,no more
      thank you for loving me,no more
      the kissing,the hugging,the sex,i ain't getting none no 

Day nor night do you appreciate me anymore.
You don't see me no more.

Baby i wanna know
why,when and how did i stop being your woman
your best friend and sweetness in life.
why,when and how
did i stop being your wife?
because baby its been
      Five years and counting,
      simple words like thank you,no more
      the doting look you used to give me,no more
      flowers and candy,no more
      you are beautiful,no more
      phone calls,diner,family vacations, no more
      am proud to be your man,no more
      i love you,no more
      thank you for loving me,no more
      the kissing,the hugging,the sex,i ain't getting none no 


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Plane for Marriage Is One Woman and One Man

There’s a design of God since the beginning of time. He used this in his creation to begin mankind. In the beginning, there was one God and one voice. He created Adam and Eve as his divine choice. He created opposite sexes for a purpose and a reason. He encouraged them to multiply throughout the seasons. There is a truth in Genesis that was made quite clear. His purpose for one woman and one man was sincere. Marriage is something that’s been kicked around and abused. God gave us his word to read, obey and use! No courts or legislatures can wipe away God’s true meaning. It’s the truth of his word, that we should all be receiving! If this causes you confusion… You needn’t be confused any longer. There is a Godly purpose for marriage, that can make you stronger! It’s God’s word, not what man says, that we need to obey! Don’t look to the constitution! Listen to what God has to say! May the word of God remove the confusion sweeping this land. His design for marriage will always be… One woman and one man! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

The Deadly, Fatal Kiss Of The Spider Woman

After she drank his bitter wine of selfish, pathetic love
She slyly sang him her haunted chant 
"The laughs on you", she crooned in her soft malicious tune

At times, she could act with chicane
She had many charms when treated well...
Deadly ones - when not
Oh yes...
She herself may at times have sinned
But he-had the stain of evil, paltry love

Now...Inside her gossamer labyrinth she lay
Carefully, diligently spinning her web
Revealing nothing-and everything
She'd weave her silky snare inside his heart
Laying her toxic eggs of betrayed despair
Spinning her poisonus venom of painful truth

Oh yes...
Her bite is deadly now
She could have been his 'Velvet Rose'
But, he crushed her petals rare
Ending her silken dreams
With his evil malicious schemes
Her spider's web became untethered
Attaching itself by a single thread
To his shoddy veil of evil, selfish love
    Now...She is the hunter
    And...He is the hunted
In the coming eve... 
She'd deliver her poisonous, lethal sting
He'd be noones's lover now
Her threads would cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom would seal his fate
Remaining nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow
All along the castle walls

For some time a deadly secret she doth keep
"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
She was once his only lady
With ivory skin and beauty fair
She fed him nectar from her raven hair
His betrayal seared her hemorrhaged heart
She'd warned him with many words and fiery stares

"Thou shalt not indulge in wicked fare
Be ever so watchful, do not betray
Beware, where thou heart doth leave
Take heed" said she, "Just who thy seed deceives".

In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair
Planned his demise with scourged nectar, bitter sweet
Stirring her venomous, poisonous treat
Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
Bid him die a dark and painful lingering death
Upon his sleeping body that she'd leave 
As she crept silently into his chamber - 
These words she bitterly but victoriously said...

"Thou shalt betray no more. 
Thou has sinned against me...
Taken my love in shame
"Betray no more", she said".
     But now
Thou is thankfully, forever DEAD!"

Her silken threads had cut his miserable flesh
Her deadly venom had sealed his fate
    Now...he remained nothing more
Than an ancient, slithering shadow...
All along her castle walls



Copyright © anne p. murray

Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland

Details | Couplet | |



She would not think the way he did
How could one be so very bright 
Give all her passion to a cause
How could she have such skewered sight

He tried maneuver her with love
He tried to shout a bit and then
He thought he’d slap some sense in her
That’s when she left and said AMEN.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

Details | Rhyme | |

Thirty Years Ago

Man and woman, pledging no more to be single
Bride and groom, excited that their lives would mingle.
Husband and wife, in love, with hopes and dreams aglow
We were married at the chapel, thirty years ago.

Copyright © Brent Cloyd

Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift


they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses