Best Married Couple Poems
Snuggle in
as snug as a bug in a rug
Be it a struggle
Be your limbs supple
Be you a married couple
or not ~ Snuggle in
Tell me more, I’m new to this town,
When is the next event on,
An event where I can join right on in,
And carnally do what I want?
What do you mean two people replied,
Oh, I didn’t expect that,
I didn’t expect a dancing duet,
I didn’t expect to be matched,
With a married couple both wanting the same,
Wanting to obey what I say,
Wanting and willing to be my enslaved,
While I am the one who will play,
I’m glad that we met, my internet finder,
Providing a secretive list,
A list of folks who like to meet up,
For a secretive bondage site tryst.
Started out as Best Friends, you couldn't keep us apart.
Our love for each other was strong, nothing could tear us apart.
Then we got married and had our baby girl,
We were Happy in life and love, and felt on top of the world.
We felt invisible, we were on a good track, both had good jobs, nice cars and financially, we were in check.
Then I got sick, and soon you would follow, our vows put to test, tension and strain unfortunately followed.
We started to resent each other, angry all the Tim, and fight continuously, communication was no longer, our relationship was breaking, our family tree crumbling.
We began drifting apart, strangers we would become, we know longer even liked each other, or the people we had become.
We both now have a person, we confide in and trust, no longer is this person you nor I, we can't communicate with each other and have both lost faith and trust.
Our relationship is getting crowded, barely room for you and I, for both of us to have a third person, new best friend, confident in our lives.
Slowly we began separating our lives as a couple, and had some hard talks and understandings that we could continue a married couple.
The only thing that is left between us, is our Joelsie, the apple of our eye, our family tree.
I hate that she has witnessed the destruction of our lives, and seen the separation from Husband and Wife.
Now its time for the next step, its time for us to move apart, we must do this for each other and our daughter before we farther tear each other apart.
Its sad and scary, for all three of us, but I'm hopeful in the long run, its what we needed to happen for you and I and what we in the end deserved.
This may be the only thing left we can do to save this family, to save whats left of our friendship and respect, and to both walk away snd keep our dignity.
I hope we can coparent and keep things out of the court, work together as a team again, and together brave this storm.
If our child can see us getting along as friends and some kind of a new family, coparenting, not fighting, and using hurtful words between us, what a life and a example that would be.
I watched a good movie today that brought tears to my eyes,
A young married couple were on the verge of divorce, but neither knew why.
He was a firefighter and brave as could be,
She worked in a hospital to help provide for family.
Somewhere something went terribly wrong,
They just fussed and fought and could not get along.
Both so in love when they first said I do,
But now they lived like strangers, neither knowing what to do.
Both of them thought their marriage was through,
But not his dad he knew what to do.
He gave him a challenge that would take forty days,
Each day something knew and done in various ways.
About half way through the challenge he realized what was wrong,
But she said it was to late, she wanted out all along.
The rest of the movie is when it gets good,
But I won’t spoil the ending, not even if I could.
I recommend this movie highly as one of the best that I’ve seen,
It’ll bring tears to your eyes, unless your heartless and mean.
I’d give it a ten for a low budget film,
You won’t find one better it’s really a gem.
It was the 1950s and all teen lovebirds back in the day were the greatest couples in
America. These people were way before all people who were born in the 1980s were born,
even me. It seems that both teen lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen
girl-turned elderly woman) fell completely in love with each other when they were in
middle school or high school, even when doo-wop music and rock and roll music were born.
It looks like all of the then-teenage lovebirds had a great time back in the day. In
reference to teen couples dating back in the 1950s (including the year 1954), they went to
a drive-in movie, ate at a diner, they went to see a full moon in classic cars, that kinda
stuff. These dates were way before the first cell phone was invented, MTV made its TV
channel debut, and before computers were invented. On top of all that, both of the
then-young lovebirds used to listen to their favorite love songs, like, "Baby, Baby" by
Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, "Can't Help Falling In Love" by the late Elvis Presley,
Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis, and "Will You Love Me Tomorrow" by the Four
Seasons and the Shirelles. Their parents were happy that their teens were dating back in
the day, especially when their parents (the mothers and the fathers) back in the 1950s
found out that they were dating. And now that they're not teenagers anymore and even if
they stay together as a married couple, they'll tell their grandchildren about the day
these two lovebirds have met and fell completely in love.
Both of the young lovebirds who have been dating since middle school and high school will
have finally made it to the altar, and after a long-term engagement. Both lovebirds are
very excited about getting married. First, these two former teenage lovebirds will have
gotten engaged after a guy, who used to be a teen boy asked a woman, who was a teen girl,
to have married him. And before these two make it to the alter, then both young lovebirds
will have to make it throughout the engagement without ever cheating on each other and
stuff. It seems that a young man and a young woman have dreamed that they'd make it to the
wedding of their awesome dreams, which is now called, "the final frontier;" a famous quote
from "Star Trek." It also seems that once these two lovebirds have tied the knot after
saying the words, "I do," there's no turning back. There's also no way out of the
marriage, unless it ends in a divorce. This fairy tale story now has a happy romantic
ending for this loving couple who met in elementary school, middle school, and/or high
school, and pretty soon, there's going to be a happy ending for all would-be young
lovebirds, too. Everybody's talking about getting married since the day they started going
to school, especially what their dream weddings will have looked like. I find this type of
love very interesting. On top of that and as for this loving married couple who were once
teenagers when they fell in love with each other, they're going to tell each other three
words: "I love you." It also looks like that day in and day out, week after week, and
every day for the rest of their lives, they're going to stand by each other until the day
they pass on. It's just like the saying goes, "love conquers all," which means that all
marital relationships will never be broken. And if this type of love keeps growing and
growing and this ends up in marriage in the near future, these two love birds (a man and a
woman), their friends, and their family members will be ready for it. they'll all be ready
for the future of all lovebirds.
In A Box
BY MALIK BAKER
Puberty, relationships, identity versus roll confusion
As clear as a newly married couple with a hangover
Too many faces—even just one
Sweaty, shaky, within me a rapid stampede
In the midst of a haze raid
Like trash, garbage thrown out of sight.
Residing at the center of the cranium
Hypothetical criticism holding me captive.
Anxiety leading to payback by abdominal torture.
Dejection, second-rated, obscured
BRAINSTORM, cause I either say nothing or I’m just not with it.
More like imaginary . . . I have no real friends.
Either stood up or no invitation
Are they playing the Joker and Two-Face?
Dreamscape, the nostalgia of my childhood days . . .
Might as well throw me in solitary confinement.
Four walls and the view of life from inside
Dissecting the past and the future
Like The Thinker, contemplating . . . he goes nowhere.
This . . . is the good life.
First time happenings visually repeat.
Sensational like the nineties
Plagued by the mind of Mr. Perfect
Who am I? Certainly not the almighty
Seven years of build-up to this day.
There is no such thing as magic overnight,
But the road to recovery is here.
Trials and tribulations dismantled.
The burden has been lifted.
Don’t look back, promising change is coming . . .
It’s quite funny what I feel inside at this very moment
You figured me out from the start, but I’m not torn apart
I see you smile that smile of content, as innocent as an infant
You have dug out the passion, plowing in my heart
I misplaced the key, but I’m positive that your door will open
Someone once told me, “Doors will open and doors will close”
Do I have a place in your heart of kindliness or am I a vermin?
Haven’t I told you that poetry can rhyme or end up like prose?
It’s a pity that we have to part one way or another
The open door of opportunity is still left ajar for you and I
Step into the light and we’ll be a good example for sure!
Turn the wheel and we’ll escape the tragedy in goodbye
Ignite the passionate fire and I’ll give you a helping hand
Do you need a push or two? I’ll push you forward in no time
Don’t worry, for I’ll be your emerald compass and lead you to the Promiseland
Where you and I will pursuit the afterlife and we’ll be together a married couple, so sublime
Leave it in God’s hands and He will provide an escape route
Don’t let discouragement enter your heart – you got the power!
We will be out of the world that’s in captivity no doubt
Take action by standing up for yourself in front of enemies that are sour!
Share with me your inspiration that’s been a natural gift from the Lord
Thankful for the fact that I found a friend like you
Do you have the attitude of gratitude? You and I should receive a unique award
It’s a fast-paced world and angst can get passed around – if only you knew
l decided to write a little poem today about when my late mom and dad told me about the time when, as a newly young married couple, they climbed out of their Anderson Shelter built in their back garden during WW2, to find their house badly damaged.
The Anderson Shelter.
Shards of glass and splintered wood
and wardens struggling through the mud
the 'all clear' wail that died away
in echo's walls, we had to stay.
Attuned attention we turned our ear
as doodlebugs our greatest fear
and clung to box in case were gassed
and held our heads to measured blast.
The holes in walls and roof ripped off
and dust exhumed with every cough
we held hands tight for what we'd see
from metal tomb as we climbed free.
Our home destroyed and belongings gone
but no one hurt, not single one
we don't look back, as days were bad
we survived it all , for that we're glad.
The married couple
each using their mobile phones
night out together
A married couple now scratch the seven-year itch
Their days of wine and roses have waxed and waned
The honeymoon's over. Love, no longer at a fever pitch
A married couple now scratch the seven-year itch
The spark is gone; their chemistry, down the ditch
Though they put up a fight, no ground was gained
A married couple now scratch the seven-year itch
Their days of wine and roses have waxed and waned
BRIAN'S CHOICE 10,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 5/30/2020 (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written and posted: 02/24/2019
In the wilderness
Up north in Canada
There's over five feet of snow
And freezing cold.
Very little transportation,
Just dog and sled.
So bundle up in the warmest clothes
Take a long adventurous journey
Across the region.
Already to launch this expedition
With the most bravest, black and white
Husky dogs
Dragging an enormous toboggan
Carries a married couple
And their lovely daughter.
The little girl turns around
Looks up to her parents
And says, "All this excitement
Makes me feel
Like a Happy Eskimo!
Invisible hands will thaw the frozen year
If only sun could do the same
For the silent pair who sit in stilted air...
The two, who ride the transit bus,
Going here and there....
Sadly,... who knows where?.....And sadder still, is do they care?
With a winter's chill between them, stripped and bare
She wears a cloak of tweed to keep her warm
He braves the cold hunched in a coat of brown
I see them there and wonder how it came to this
How silence breeds, while they have passed through years..
They board as two, a married couple, yes
But winter chills their very depth
Their eyes are vacant, nothing left
Of spring, of love, togetherness
When distance looms across the room
Where love once bloomed, but now is gone
Observed among a crowded bus
Or in the small café
No words are left to say?
No hands to grasp, no questions asked
No tender glance, don’t touch… don’t touch
I wonder how it came to be?
These two who vowed to always love
Do seasons come and leave such dust
When winter’s wind turns love to rust?
And winter’s breath chill hearts to stone
They live as one, yet stare alone
It isn’t hate, it isn’t love, it isn’t care, it isn’t much….
Just the icy, slippery grip of time .....and a deadly winter's touch
The Wedding Clock’s Wish
The Wedding Bells
Are ringing,
The little Bluebird
Is singing,
When the marriage band
Is knotted.
Happy times for
The married couple
Are wished for,
And lying ahead—
The clock will be
Silent proof of that.
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 21, 2018
(Free Verse)
Author’s Note: A wedding wish poem we both wrote
on behalf of two friends of ours who recently married.
Loving Day
When Richard and Mildred fell in love,
their fate was decided by a judge.
For he was white and she was black,
their marriage broke Virginia's Integrity Act.
Forced to move to Washington DC,
they opposed the ruling in 1963.
In 1967, a supreme court ruled that Richard and Mildred Loving could live together,
as an interracial married couple in their own state of Virginia,
and declared that the law prohibiting this was unconstitutional.
June 12 is National 'Loving Day', when many Americans continue to celebrate the freedom to marry a person of another race.
Festivals, barbecues, parties are held,
to show that love knows no bound.