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Metaphor Wife Poems | Metaphor Poems About Wife

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Details | Classicism |

The Widow among Roses

The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers her love lost
(her left eye a tombstone glass)
and seizes not to yearn it back ---

The Blacklady among crimson;
her desert rains evermore night and day,
and still the dunes of her heart soak not with love,
the arrid wind still shoots the sand 
through her wasteland unbetrothed,
where the sun never rises,
nor never beautifully it sets 
through her tombstone eye

She walks the night dressed in white,
her wedding gown a sight for ghosts
and phantoms do fright;
they cannot haunt ---
this foot-in-the-grave-soul,
glowing white-red howling at the moon

To true midnite her feet carries her so,
where the river rushes reflecting 
forever moon glow

Where the nymph and sylph and dryad never go,
whispering and wondering ---
gazing to this lady alone,
this poor begotten thing ---
this shadow unto death,
who filled with eternal tears
(seated in some unknown place)
her nose in roses, and her mind always in the past
(grieving life) 
and mourning some faceless man

*** Inspired from a friend's mother, who at the age
of 40 --- all but gave up on life at the death of her
husband, which deeply saddened me ***

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

Beyond Salvage

An old herbal gard’ner turned bard
dedicated and well-versed
now works his pen from his backyard
in plants and poems immersed.

His choice nouns engender meaning
cleverly minted with scents.
Rare verbs gingerly gleaning
from time’s savory essence.

Somewhat focused on composing
but nettled by a drizzle;
unexpected down-hosing
causes his brain to fizzle.

Lo! His inspiration now gone
like the ink upon his page.
Mrs. Bard calls from the lawn
“I just watered the sage.”

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Twenty five

Paris gave us much
from romance to this plaster
white Eiffel Tower

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


A white ceiling, 
a dull life.
A wife?
No, just a knife -
that's all I need.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

My Comfortable Chair

Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.

Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.

My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Snuggle Bears

Mamma Snuggle Bear
Makes Pappa Snuggle Happy
Sharing her honey

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |


Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Like The Finest Of Wines

You say I'm old enough to know better;
But I am still young enough not to care--
So I'll compose another love letter
To shake up your world, my dear lady-fair.
Your kiss still goes to my head like champagne.
(I should have built a tolerance by now!)
They send me spinning around and again...
I can't get enough of them anyhow.
I may not chase as fast as I used to,
Nor do my passions carry me away,
But my heart's embers still smolder for you-
And they prob'ly will 'til my dying day.
Our love matures like the finest of wine,
Whose bouquet piquant endures for all time.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


Your broken leg serves
a pillar of gallantry
in defenselessness

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major

Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,


to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 

forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Twenty one

Your twice broken leg
recites modern poetry
alongside crutches

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Broken tibiae
Share far too much in common
With broken friendships.

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Plaster of Paris
The phantom that will be missed
When casts are long gone

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Forty six

All bones bend before
Breaking a leg collapses
all resolve to walk

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Forty five

crutches compel my
Divine woman to think first
then to take a step

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |


Wooden crutches break
When you decide on running
Remember your leg

Copyright © David Aaron | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

The Jar You Are Carrying

Full of sunlight 
dipped out from a spring named hope by a mountain foot 
in the jar that we bought after a long period of hesitation
at a time of making a new home
is slopping from side to side.

We roamed together in the wilderness
where so many springs came and went; 
we stayed up many nights watching the flickering fireflies 
in the many returning summers; we walked through numberless autumns
stepping on the heaps of fallen leaves; we wandered many winters aimlessly
in the snow covered fields; 

while we went up and down 
many rugged hills and rocky mountains
for more than five decades together,
and during those long and tiring years, 
though the jar you are carrying bumped into not a few but many rocks and trees
by which the brim chipped off here and there and base gouged out all over, 
you never think to change it for a new one. 

After all, 
you tripped on the stones  
many times on the way of our journey,
you never spilled a drop of sun-ray
or, though sometimes it is bothersome,
you did not pour them on the ground.

However, look at me!
the knapsack I carry is beaten by 
the untiring rains and winds 
and torn to rags from ages of abuse,
and now, though I am an empty knapsack, 
you did not abandon me but came with me,
sometimes you walked ahead and other times just following me.
I see sunlight you filled from the spring is overflowing 
from that unseemly jar you are carrying;
in spring, buds and blooms of all sorts of flowers
in the field make me look back to verify your presence 
and smile when I recognize you by me;
in summer, when we are lying on a tree trunk
under a shade for a moment of rest
a breath of air stops by us and tells a story 
for the reason why we walk together;
in autumn, I learn the meaning of decay
through watching the leaves fall and roll
on the ground carried by a gust of wind,
nonetheless, you let me have a moment of appreciation,
you make my life worthwhile, with the flavor of fruit I bite.   

Even if winter comes
unless you are not abandoning that jar,
as long as sunlight is overflowing from the jar,
though I am an empty knapsack,
I trust you that your thoughtful heart
will block the blowing wind,
your sagacity will turn snow into beautiful flowers.

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |

A Beautiful wife is Flower

a beautiful wife is flower
souvenir for the heart
giving every day a picnic
for the man she married
and the children she bears
are little beautiful flowers
from the ovules of her life
as free gifts to the world
that love and cherish glory

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

Twelve ABC beautiful qualities of a wife

Accepts husband as he is even pocket has pot-holes
Beautiful in the heart, body; she is the Health Inspector
Clearly intelligent and wise
Dreams with you same beautiful dreams
Eloquently loves husband, keeps him smart
Faithful, trustworthy and selfless
Gentle in dealing with thorns of life
Honest with wealth and money; has no long arms
Ignorant of sweet vices in society
Joyful friend of family members; she is the Nightingale
Keen for Paradise; and is the Guardian Angel of the home
Listens patiently; she has no basket mouth

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Wife, sacred heart difficult duty

Wife is pain killer
You get stressed  and pain is all over
By society, work place
She gives her heart and stress flies away

Wife is garbage collector
You are tortured, cut, scattered
By problems, challenges
She collects you again into one piece

Wife is nutcracker
You find difficulties, you are  lost
By  Gordian knot-like issues
She suggests solutions and you smile again

Wife with sacred heart but difficult duty
Deserves honor and respect from society

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

True wife does not love

True wife does not love
but  is practically loved
she is loyal and caring
but not in mechanical way
her man is her best pride
rarely named names
her waist carries secrets
whispered when together
when the sun is asleep
and only ghosts linger
to pick confidential things
from roofs of bedrooms

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017