Best Song Wife Poems


Premium Member Something You Left Behind

I found something of yours you left behind:
Something I did not expect to find.
The sudden surge of memories
Shocked me so hard I couldn't breathe—
It almost knocked me to my knees.
My whole world came undone. 

I found something of yours you left behind:
Something that you wore when you were mine.
You wore it with your wedding gown,
Like a tiara or a crown.
It turned my world all upside down.
You always were “the one”.

I found something of yours you left behind:
Something that my love for you enshrined.
I found it hidden from the light,
That thing you used to wear at night.
That came down when I held you tight,
Back when we were one.

I found something of yours you left behind,
Something that I never wished to find—
'Cause there's no going back, you see,
To times when you were here with me.
You left a painful void in me;
But still life must go on.

I think of what you left behind
And then it came to me:
The saddest thing you left behind
Turned out to be me.

(Chorus )
I thought I'd gotten over you;
But I was wrong, you see.
You don't get over love that's true,
Nor what was meant to be.

Premium Member This Kind of Love

This kind of love doesn't fall from the sky
This kind of love wouldn't end with goodbye
This kind of love leaves you dizzy at times
This kind of love never needs to wonder why

You can always tell how good love should be
Everywhere you look it becomes what you see
Love becomes moments you will say to yourself
You wouldn't share your life with anyone else

This kind of love didn't come with script
This kind of love isn't floating adrift
This kind of love you just can't put down
This kind of love keeps on going around 

Say you'll be here for each one of our times
When bridges break off at the end of our lines
If things go wrong and days turn into nights
I will be here to ensure everything goes right

This kind of love will set the example
This kind of love more than simply ample
This kind of love building upon itself
This kind of love in sickness and health
© ... Gigno  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I Don'T Love You Anymore

It happened one day
I never saw it coming
Oh maybe I did but I hid behind a numbing

I was wondering why she’d stayed home that day
With her busy schedule she should have been away
She sat down beside me at the table
Smiled and said let’s talk if you’re able

When I heard her words, I broke down and cried
That way she looked at me, my whole world just died
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore…

I didn't think I'd ever feel the same again
Then a friend said don't look back, looking forward’s the way to mend
In two years you won't believe how your life will evolve
At the time I couldn’t see what that would involve

Cause when I heard her words, I just broke down and cried
That way she looked at me, my whole world just died
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore…

The advice held the truth that I couldn’t see
In the end I think both of us were really set free
It’s been three years now since I heard those words
My life is on track and no longer blurred

Because with time all things change
With positive thoughts you can really exchange
I'm back in a place where I thank God every day
For he's blessed me I know in so many ways

When I heard those words, I broke down and cried
That way she looked at me, my whole world just died
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t love you anymore…

Well… you know, I still love you and more..
But I love my new life that you gave me that day
And I’ll always remember what together we made
What together we made…

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The Barmaid and the Pedlar

There's an old English song called  All Jolly Fellows That Follow The PLow.  The tune works fine as is for the chorus and with the verses if the tune for the 3rd and 4th lines is repeated for th 5th and 6th. Well, it works for me but my singing has never been much hindered by tunes.



It was after that big game one long gone September,
the score line was one I’d like not to remember,
in a small Richmond pub not too far from the ground,
we all settled down with our sorrows to drown.
We were well on the way, as were most of the crowd,
when in came a young pedlar a shouting out loud.

Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.

Cried the barmaid, “How many do I get to a yard?”
“Madam, four if they’re soft or three if they’re hard”
She felt for the soft ones, she wanted a lot,
but the more that she squeezed em the harder they got.
She found not a sausage was e’en a bit soft
so she told the young pedlar to go get far offed 

Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.

Said the pedlar, “Why madam no need to be rude.
And in fact what you told me was verging on crude
But you don’t look so bad for a foul mouthed old sow
so step on outside, if you like, with me now.
If you play your cards right I might squeeze your left breast.
If I find I like that I might squeeze all the rest.”

Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.

Said the barmaid to pedlar, “You are a right jerk,
I’m a barmaid and never do mission’ry work.
But if you're near to the shops and you buy me some eggs,
I might squeeze that there pimple you’ve got ‘tween your legs.”
Then she said something that made the whole crowd guffaw,
“And will you stop off at home and please check the back door?”

“
Sausages, sold by the yard or the pound!
Get a fresh sausage, the best to be found!
It’ll make your wife happy of that there’s no doubt,
with her very own snag she won’t need to dine out.



For Cyndi MacMillan's pub song contest
© Red Omara  Create an image from this poem.

My Love My Wife

My Love my wife my life
Lie in my arms
and rest your head
on my chest
listen to my heartbeat
to the song that I sing
my song a river of life
that flows out to you....

The loveliest of all women
you are my out-flowing
my out-pouring
my well my spring
and in you
my thirst is all quenched
for when you speak
its all sweet melody
A gold bowl full of incense
And in our moments
your fragrance fills the room
Dropping sweetness
Like a honeycomb

You are a living epistle
A book written only for me
to read and understand
and behold you
in your purest form
Wrapped with light
as with a wedding gown
Dressed up in sunshine
your beauty overwhelms me
For yours is all goodness
and truly yours is an outraying
of all the good things in life 

Page by page
and line upon line
Mysteries are unravelled
And secrets unveiled
As we behold each other
both naked and unashamed
bone of my bone
and flesh of my flesh
My love my wife my life

Real Men Don'T Cheat On Their Women

God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives...
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not fully known;
and it's so rare nowdays
to see two people in love,
and promise each other to be faithful!
Is that all so impossible?

Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men give their whole hearts full of gold
to those who really love them;
I've come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves her although she's old!

Unfaithful men, would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel a joy
as sublime as the sunrise in glory?
Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave;
you can be the strongest man on earth,
and still can't stop the tears gathered inside!

Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men adore and cherish them 'till they're gone;
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,   
to console and encourage them when they're weak!


The Lady Flies From the Ocean To Return a River

In her slippery salmon swim
    And red streaked Crawdads chute
    Into her eddying pools
    To stare at her from beneath rocks.
    Whitewater rapids challenge men
    To stand against her torrential frame
    And face her, screaming out in pain
    Torturous centuries of ecstatic rain
    To be her solitary stone
    To stand against her all alone
    A true man to soften her cold soul.
    And who’ll be her Reigning Lord
    Echo her insanity
    To lover her shade and slippery slopes
    Crevices’ waiting, sharp inclines.
    Once a current in the sea
    So filled with green and mystery
    To her a man did rarely come
    Then, pulled up by curious shapes
    Like lambs, in white puffs she flew
    And traced her shadow cross the land
    Till the puffs released her soul
    In little flakes, gentle and slow
    For a time entombed in frozen snow.

    There men saw her as a sprite
    Reflected in her cage of white
    Men chased her form of watery light
    In dreams that came hard in the night
    Her body lucid, long and lean
    A cold corpse, frozen to the earth
    Blue hair, bent arm, frozen knee
    The sun took pity, broke the back
    Of the ice block and set her free
    So through high mountains, cliffs
    And rocks she trickled
    In a gathering streams, in rivulets
    Of tears, mouths open
    Her bosomed skin slipped as ice
    Pain built up the rage within
    And sorrow brought it to the light.
    Green – the color of fast and deep
    White – the foam that came in waves
    Along the long and joyous vein
    She spreads her long body
    Knee bent, her heavy breasts pinned
    Blasted, rippled by the wind
    She’s touched only by old earth’s hand
    Its gravity like a naked man
    Basking in her pools
    Her faces and belly ghosting him, a mirror.

    Watch her through the thickening trees
    Her body sliding toward the sea
    A torturous rape, a rapid ride
    For all who’ve hung upon her side
    Hearts pound, as she shrieks and sighs
    With each down stroke a demon dies
    Within the man who’s bourn the pain
    Endured her crushing fingers round
    Who’s felt the pound of her breasts soft
    Been beaten by her to the blood
    And awaits for centuries her cold flood.

Premium Member Your Eyes Can Wander But Your Heart Cannot - Country Western Song Lyrics

Your eyes can wander
But your heart cannot
And your hands must stay on me

I don’t care
If you can picture her bare
But her lips must stay a mystery

You can dream about another
In unconscious sleep
While lying with me in bed

But make it come true
And I promise you
You’re just gonna end up dead

When you placed upon my finger that diamond ring and exchanged those vows with me
We both made a promise to the other one to forget about past history
But going forward, we both resolved, to do it hand in hand
For me only you and you only me – one woman and one man
And even though you may get bored hav’n the same girl every night
I’m gonna be your wife for the rest of your life and we’ll make it turn out all right

So …

Your eyes can wander
But your heart cannot
And your hands must stay on me

I don’t care
If you can picture her bare
But her lips must stay a mystery

You can dream about another
In unconscious sleep
While lying with me in bed

But make it come true
And I promise you
You’re just gonna end up dead
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Too Much Time

September 10, 2007 - Monday 

 Too Much Time 

Broken in my mind is trust, and love is a pile of dust; feel the gold of your 
wedding band as it turns cold on a stranger's hand; all the years spent wasted, 
lost on a sweetness you once tasted; Is this how it is always going to be, 'coz a 
future here i don't see; you're holding onto what is already gone, keep reaching 
out to me with your hands full, and you just might end up alone; Tired is a mind 
with no rest, still innocent i will confess; this burden should have never become 
mine, but boundaries can't be laid if there is no line, break the branch and still 
the tree won't sway, building a kingdom where children don't play, Is this how it 
always going to be, 'coz a future here, i don't see; drowning in your own creations, 
if this is the bigger plan then you have made some major miscalculations; life 
among the dead is unheard amongst the living, life is not about taking or giving, 
what matters is how you gave and what you took
© Lacey Vann  Create an image from this poem.

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

Between You and Me

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things 
That you do, makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile

(Chorus)
Between you and me
We can make our love right
Between you and me
And we can love each other 
Between you and me
We can last forever

When we started out
Others and they had there doubts
They said we wouldn't make it
Between you and me
We can work out the mistakes
Together we can work it out
Together we can make it
Threw all the hard times, rough roads
We've climbed over mountians
Carried some heavey loads
Together we are rasing a family
And my sisters to
And if we have arguments
Between you and me
Realize we all make mistakes
But it takes us to make it right
( Repeat chours)

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things 
That you do makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile

Between you and me

Premium Member My Beloved Denise

Your the one that set my heart aflame,
Every time I hear your name;
The flame grows brighter, my heart grows
lighter,DENISE my heartbeat.
Your the gardener that sews the seed,
Your the flower that I need;
The seed grows longer, my heart beats
stronger,DENISE my white rose.
Upon my face,your a summer breeze,
Setting my soul and mind at ease;
The light breeze blowing,my heart all
knowing,DENISE my wind chime.
Your the one that sets my soul on fire,
Your my soul's only desire;
The fire,hot embers,my heart still
remembers,DENISE my candle of life.
As a river flowing to the sea,
DENISE is a living part of me,together
Forever we shall flow free;In the river
of life for Eternity.

HGarvey Daniel Esquire

My Heart

My heart
my wife
your wife is good

I really love her
your wife is good
I can't hate her
your wife is good

CHORUS

I call her sweet
your wife is good
I think about her
your wife is good

She behaves like a wise
your wife is good
She really love me
your wife is good

CHORUS

My joy
my  heart
your wife is good

My love
my sweet
your wife is good

CHORUS

My wife
my guard
your wife is good

My blood
my twin
your wife is good

CHORUS

I really love her
your wife is good
I can't  abuse her
your wife is good

She's really my heart
your wife is good
She's really my life
your wife is good

CHORUS

My wife
my queen
your wife is good

She really love me
your wife is good
my Angel, my joy
your wife is good

CHORUS

To One of Many Heroes of Blockade of Leningrad.

Dedicated to memory of my mother-in-law, 

                          Nina Mihalova 

 

Forgive me, please.

I speak these words too late.

You have been long already in the other world,

And God welcomed you.

But I want to thank you today.

I thank you for your patience and modesty, boldness and kindness,

I thank you for force of your spirit and generosity of your soul.

All this has helped you during terrible 900 days of blockade of Leningrad

to live, give and rescue the life of my most dear person,

your son Vladimir. 

He was born on November 6, of 1941,

 when Leningrad was surrounded by the German armed forces.

You came back to work a month later after his birth.

You had not enough food or warmth in your apartment,

You worked together with men from morning till the late evening

In a huge foundry. It was very heavy work.

It was too heavy a time for such a small, fragile woman like you.

But you never complained.

Your husband was lost, dying to protect Leningrad from fascists.

You met death around you very often.

But you worked for victory and a life for your son. 

Once, when you have taken him from his bed to feed,

a bomb fell right on that place where he had been laid!

You have again rescued him.

You are not present with us already many years.

But I remember your nice smile

And I see your features on the face of my husband

who is the most important person in my life.

I hope you hear me 

and I ask your blessing and protection.

"waiting For Halloween"

in the middle of mid-night, I'm waiting for you 
waiting for you 
to keep you in the dark,only to spread you apart 
I'm waiting for you, waiting for you 
in your pain, i will soon remain 
I'm waiting for you, waiting for you 
deep screams, will bleed from you 
and i will consume all of you    
I'm waiting for you, waiting for you 

aka:lyricvixen

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