Best To My Wife Poems
Valentines is a very special day
To you my love I wish to say
Through this poem I offer thee
My heart for all eternity
My life is now a journey true
I live to simply honor you
My mission is to rise above
Symbolize the beauty of love
To be a knight in armor bright
In defense of all that is right
Penning my soul for all to see
I cherish the soul bound to me
These words I pen are words so true
The man I am I owe to you
You delivered me from my plight
A soul lost in the dark of night
Taught me to love as well as see
The love of Christ inside of me
Antoinette your life is my quest
I vow to do my very best
To be a man who lives his life
In admiration of his wife
I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone .
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.
My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.
I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.
I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.
I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.
You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
Yvette & Grandpa Murray
From James Murray to , Janet Murray ..his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my Grandmother Murray "
1 Peter 3:1
Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;
[Ye wives, be in subjection] Consider that your husband is, by God's appointment, the head and ruler of the house; do not, therefore, attempt to usurp his government; for even though he obey not the word-is not a believer in the Christian doctrine, his rule is not thereby impaired; for Christianity never alters civil relations: and your affectionate, obedient conduct will be the most likely means of convincing him of the truth of the doctrine which you have received.
[Without the word] That your holy conduct may be the means of begetting in them a reverence for Christianity, the preaching of which they will not hear.
(from Adam Clarke's Commentary, Electronic Database. Copyright © 1996, 2003, 2005, 2006 by Biblesoft, Inc. All rights reserved.)
Ode to my Wife:
What can I say?
The woman is awesome.
She feeds me in every way,
to the top
and then some.
She makes me know I am loved.
Where does she find the verve?
Three score years and more
the pattern always the same.
My needs filled first,
never words which maim
and cripple the unity felt.
Sure we have our differences
every couple does.
But they wane and fade,
bend, blend and mascarade
to seemingly hide but daily guide
without need for charade.
When I think of her, there comes
a silent smile, a warm glow,
a need to be close.
Oh, I love that woman so.
© Charles Henderson
2/21/2017
"Out catching fish ~
make a wish our
next dish is trout"
Written 26 Nov 2020
20 February 2010
Cecilia
By: Noel N. Villalrosa
You are the essential part of my life
My awareness and pride striking hype
You are insignia of my existence
Interstellar in my reminiscence
In this world of choices and by chances
You hold my hands to hurdle in races
Always bargaining for my achievements
Through ups and downs, I run for confinement
We share each day, passion and offering
To Almighty God for brighter upbringing
Of our child to receive our guidance
And give us a pure strength and endurance
I thank God for blessing of you to me
My Cecilia, my wife and contemporary
2nd place winner
For Audrey Carey's Sentimental Love Letter Contest
Contest Date: 11/30/2010
A SONNET TO MY WIFE
Do you ever wonder why I do
The little things I do for you
It's because I love you, with a love that's true
A love no other can give to you
It's to keep a smile upon your face
And assure you no one can take your place
I love the way you wear your hair
The way you hold me whenever I'm there
I love the way you kiss my lips
The tender touch of your fingertips
So just remember, as you face each day
My love for you will always stay
Pure, unceasing – love without end
You're more than a lover – you're my best friend
4 December 2019
For the contest, Love Me Like You Mean It,
sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
She wore kindness, forgiveness and the romance crown,
Loved her when she laughed, yelled, groan, cried or croon,
Silliness, jokes, laughs, rivers of love, kisses above us flown,
Young lovers we were, holding hands, with devotion upgrown.
I was once lost in the darkness of life, and gave up the fight,
She hold my hands, "come" she said, to open field to sunlight,
"Let go" again she said, run, play, sing, spin and whirl in might,
I was luminary again, radiated like celestial fire on moonless night.
She is the one, who ignited the stars, and planted the roses,
Decorated my life with her musical cords, and magical gnosis,
So special my darling, possesses the miracles and the stick of Moses,
Happy 27th anniversary my gorgeous wife, and with love I closes.
Twenty years of wedded bliss
this September we celebrate.
All because of that first kiss
when your lips settled my fate
and love my life would dominate.
(Written about 2005, as a sonnet, but I cannot recall why I used 13 rather than 14 syllables per line. Maybe Petrachan? Forgive me if it fails the sonnet test.)
For My Wife and Daughters: STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
eighty percent water in me wants unity here
oscillating in bones, gurgling words in my bloodstream,
verging on vigorous waterways, my own river
converging dreams, I take our daughters to park and stream
few, if any, waterfowl and fauna peek at us now
tiny tributaries of separation bring dirt
now, even in spring, the waters are still running low
no flowers or flora frolic between sky and earth
we inhabit deltas of exuberance, then the freeze …
shallows of calm showed my girls sunfish, pebbles galore
abounding like diamonds in my land of jealousies
now, as streams in the world begin to slow, run shallow
I am one in the God of all, born of Africa
my daughters’ bloodstreams murmur songs of America
Never would I have dreamed of this
Inconceivable life we have built together
Not by any stretch of the imagination
Even through the difficult times, we held fast
You have blessed my life with beauty
E...n with his curiosity and laughter
A...n with his brilliant mind and creativity
Reveals the wonderful union of you and me.
So blessed am I, because of you.
A Quatret To My Wife
When hell has frozen over,
And Hades’s dogs sleep quiet,
Love’s plant the blessed clover,
Will bloom a mossy riot
Love’s urgent thrust’s a miser,
Brings lovers’ secret moan,
But woman’s touch, a riser,
Tis butter on a scone
And with this love I worship,
The path on which we walk,
Our voyage is such a fair ship,
Does vex all others’ talk
Written for contest 16/7/15
Happy birthday to my wife
A ray of sunshine in my life
Another year older, that is alright
Beacon Hill seems like last night
It seems our love even grows stronger
I hope we enjoy it much longer
So,what is another year
Let's jump and cheer
May your birthday be spent along side me
Maybe go to the mountain and just roam free
I'll be here as long as I can
It may be a long life span
Happy birthday have no fear
Look around, I’ll be here
May your day be merry and bright?
Hay; how about we get together tonight
Happy Birthday
&
Anniversary
With Love Buzzie
Jan 2002
No chinks in her armor
Winter blast can’t harm her
She’s an online farmer
By Robb A. Kopp
Don’t Stop, A Letter To My Wife
Dear Barbara
I have attempted to shield you from uncaring and mean spirited people, thinking that I was helping you.
I have tried to coral and box you in, caution and counsel you, thinking that I was helping you.
I have often sought to change you, delay you, detour you, thinking that I was helping you.
I have since discovered that when I step aside, just letting you be you, I am helping you.
You give so unselfishly to me, our children, and their children. You must not stop.
You continue to prepare those festive meals, unmatched and memorable. Don’t stop.
I frequently protest saying, “Cook less”; but you never cease to give your best.
You make great sacrifices for your family, often going without. Don‘t stop.
The way you reach out to people, giving them all you’ve got. Don’t stop.
The confidence you build, the love you give, and the prayers you pray. Don’t stop.
The dear ones you befriend, when their welcome elsewhere has worn thin. Don’t stop.
That same smile that captured me 45 years ago, that you continue to give to others; Don’t stop.
No doubt, from time to time, I’ll continually do things, thinking I’m helping you. If you think I'm out of line, please pay me no mind, and simply continue to be all God intended for you to be.
11122015PS Contest, 101 in a Row contest 5, Poet Destroyer A
A Little Nip
To Settle Your Stomach
And Gladden Your Heart
To Warm The Nights
While We're Apart