Wife Poems | Examples of Wife Poetry

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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A good wife is the best treasure to own~ Gemstone none can detest, A light darkness can't arrest, Peace she brings none can contest....

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(A country song to my hubby…read this with a Loretta Lynn voice) Verse one: Well, my man is the kind who likes to unwind with a BudLight and western shows. He watches them over and over and over till I think my head’ll explode! A ballcap is all that he will wear on his head, except when it rains...

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In spring we come out to see life, out from our long cold winter's nap. Bears are so loving not wildlife. Love can be grand. I am your big fun bear asap, you are my fury playful wife, I love to see you in gift-wrap. Tonight we need some fun nightlife, eating fish not from a flytrap, using my big claws not a knife, Love...

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"After the March" Almost eight years, the flags have flown, A soldier's wife, yet so alone. Eight years of heartache, silent cries, Of wiping tears and telling lies Like "I'm okay," when I was breaking, Like "We’re fine," though barely making. Stress clung tight like second skin, While I held the outside in. Weight I carried on my soul, Filling both the mom and dad...

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On my 46th Father’s Day I’d finally have my say For I’d heard the pleasantries before they all seemed like cliches Ties...

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You ask if I love you, darling, you ask if I could; It strikes to the core, my darling, my words haven't stood. Know that I love you, darling, know that I should; But my words cannot carry, darling, look under the hood. Open my heart now, darling, see what's inside; Yes, open my heart, my darling, it flows to...

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