Husband Birthday Poems | Examples

These Husband Birthday poems are examples of Birthday poems about Husband. These are the best examples of Birthday Husband poems written by international poets.


Birthday Video

In a video for my friend’s birthday,
Her family and pals did record 
Their own message of varied good wishes 
And watching it was her reward.

There were tributes from both of her daughters,
Her husband and grandkids and friends,
Plus some photos from happy occasions,
Where the smiles showed that fun never ends.

Some told stories of camp, school and teaching;
Others sang or recited a poem,
But all shared so much love in the telling
That the messages surely hit home.

I loved watching it all put together,
Though I didn’t know everyone there,
But I’m glad I was part of the medley
Letting Fran know how much we all care.


the white wall

The white wall

To begin a new cycle is hard not much happens around here, the street is the same as yesterday Rui, the English, is still working the till at the local supermarket, smiles, speaks upper-class English, And carries a secret, I would like to know about
I think he is from a wealthy family, but a scandal broke out, he made the housemaid pregnant, and in his circle, it was seen as the apogee of horror, or he was involved in financial fraud and had to leave, hide, and change his name to Rui
At lunch, in the café on the first floor of our building, the old couple sat. The man, who is in love with my wife came over for a chat, and his wife smiled she knows her husband was useless, as for me. How can I be jealous of a man who is older than me?
Nothing else happened that day except for Trump, who wanted The Panama Canal and Greenland too, this pathetic, old President with his blond hair trying to look young, but he is not fooling us, this idiot trying to buy Gaza and move the population to Egypt 
Then it was late afternoon and time for a nap
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

To My Justin

To My Justin

In the garden of my heart, I’ve wandered wide,  
Through paths of many men, I sought a guide.  
With dreams of Mr. Right, I danced in the night,  
But each time I was wrong, lost in the light.  

Yet here you stand, my prince, my knight,  
In your arms, I’ve found my truest delight.  
You’re the hero of my story, the calm in my storm,  
With you, my love, I’ve finally found my form.  

Without you, dear Justin, I’d drift and I’d sway,  
You’re the anchor that keeps my fears at bay.  
Though you drive me to madness, with quirks that confound,  
In the chaos of love, it’s you I have found.  

One moment I’m fuming, wanting to choke,  
Then laughter erupts, and I’m wrapped in your cloak.  
You see through my layers, my heart laid bare,  
In a world full of noise, you’re the breath of fresh air.  

So here’s to you, my love, on this special day,  
With every heartbeat, I cherish you more in every way.  
For in this wild journey, you’re my guiding star,  
Happy birthday, my darling, my love, my czar.  

Forever yours,  
Odette aka Laurie

Grown Up Yet

The birth certificate is kept
By your mother
The I. D. Card is kept
By your husband
Because you're afraid
Of losing it
Then you're not really
Grown up yet.

the hurt child

the hurt child

His father had been away for a long time
Although their mother had divorced
her husband he visited his children
his young son was excited 
he could hardly remember his dad
when he came smelling of beer, 
pointed to the pale little child and said
Whose son is that
instantly the bitter disappointment the child
the hurt was so deep he withdrew 
into his inner world
The father spoke to him again, but he didn't
apologized, said he was only joking
 Too late, the child didn't talk to him again
When the father visited again, the youngest
son sat in another room, refused to see 
his father, the adults didn't understand 
when the father died, the son didn't appear
a his funeral. 
Emotionally fractured it took him many 
years to recover.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.


For My Birthday

For my birthday, saw a play
But it is such a rainy day,
We canceled dinner out, but hey – 
It’s cozy here at home.

My husband cooks so we’ve a meal;
A restaurant missed is no big deal
And staying in has such appeal – 
Outside’s too wet to roam.

We’ll eat and drink an ice cold brew
And watch a Netflix show that’s new.
To end the day, what I will do
Is post my daily poem.

Premium MemberExpectant Waiting

The paraphernalia of our marriage could unite
Our bodies for only a few days, and our minds—never
Beyond the night of our room, your eyes blinked at the moonlight.
Our gorgeous king-queen bed could not keep our hearts together.

Preparing your favourite dishes, I eagerly wait
For my birthday cake, which you'd bring, with a lovely red rose
I stare through the wine cups that seem, like me, to contemplate
On their emptiness, which, lo, never, on their own, they chose

No one has been invited, I know. These decorations
I've done it so that if anyone comes, they shouldn't blame you.
You may be in a bar or at someone's celebrations.
Tales of the Night Ending: I can smell the morning dew.

Come, my love, I dare to bear your infidelity too.
I love you. My love for you is true. It will remain true.

Far and Wide

From lands a far and wide
where dreams take refuge then hide
in the distant starlight glow and ride
on the beauty of the morning afterglow which slide
into a birthday filled beauty and pride 

a moment of celebration far and wide 
to the husband; an aide 
to the son; pride 
to the family; a pillar and guide 
through life's turbulence and tide

And so I join in celebrating your day
may joy and happiness come your way
fun-filled celebrations to say 
of years well-spent and spark
a future of hope and luck 

So blow those candles and make a wish 
with happiness that fills every dish 
a dose of elation and fun 
that will last till the day is done 

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY DEAR

Premium MemberA Salute To Our Pastor's Wife

God be praised for our Pastor’s wife
Virtuous woman* exuded by her countenance
Paragon of spiritual lady’s blest fullness indeed
Fulfilling roles with feminine elegance
Graciously living according to Bible creed
Meeting her family's maternal need.

The Lord be thanked for our Pastor’s wife
Possessing faith of steward with servant-heart qualities
Steadfast as a loving mentor of godly influence
Caring teacher and discipler marked by truth-verities
Diligent homemaker as well as prudent* spouse in her reigning prevalence
Midst her mother and grandmother's joyously cheering presence.

Dear Ma'am Dhel,
Blessed birthday to you. We thank God for your life. You are a blessing to us.

*Proverbs 12:4 - A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones. Proverbs 19:14 - ... a prudent wife is from the LORD.

September 27, 2023

The Lady Doesn'T Dance

The lady doesn't dance anymore

I met a woman at an AA meeting, She had, when in the depth of her addiction, to money, slept with men, in one gather Since she came from the upper scale of our society they were not common laborers.
By chance (or not) she met a man who loved her despite her past and they had two lovely children 
Lately, she felt she had to tell her husband of her sorry past, to free her soul of the guilty secrets.
I suspected her needs were, but a dream of the old days, Monte Carlo and fancy cigarettes
I told her, since she asked me, that she was chasing 
a fantasy that was not real even when she lived it.
I'm no longer a member of AA, not since the guilt-ridden middle class took over, and it was a status point to admit a booze problem. 
I met the lady again 15 years later, she is a respected lady who works for the betterment of trees on the avenue 
She was glad to see me, but I could read in her sad eyes
what she she wanted to be, was a rip-roaring tart living it up in a nightclub
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberTucked Up In Our Little Corner

We’ve always done for each other what we thought was good and right. 
Tucked up in our little corner under the rainy mist of our street light. 
Tucked up in our little life where we know that we only have each other when the world chooses us with which to fight.

We found love and peace in one another in this beautiful little life. 
All the years that we’ve been together through the laughter, fears, tears, felines and cries. Tucked up here together, well that’s alright.

Because, I’ll never regret a moment, not one single moment of our life, when I see you, my you, my love, our little corner tucked up in your loving blue eyes.

Premium MemberBlowing

She blew the candles
after she was ninety, feet on the earth, mind distorded by the counted years.
She still blew the candles with the only ones she feels as strangers.
With the ones that love her and she doesn't know.
Waiting for her dad, mum and husband, that have already gone.
Waiting for her son to find his life before she goes.
She blew her candles with many worries, she had a birthday without her parents, husband and the ones on her mind.
She didn't count the ones she was with, because her life is ibetween the steps.
She was sad blowing the candles, because she doesn't know how many steps she is going to make or how far her wings are going to fly.
The nest is made,  the chicks are grown old and her partner flew to the next level.
She blew the candles surrounded by her beloved ones, instead she felt alone while she was blowing to nowhere.

Her Birthday

Her birthday.

She awoke before her husband, who was the early riser
she was 80 yrs. old it was her birthday and preparing 
a great lunch of filet steak with baked potatoes and salat
A lot of food, her husband said, yes, she lied, I have made
food for several days, and can’t cook every day.
She carried the phone in her apron pocket, but it didn’t ring.
After a long delay, she decided it was time for luncheon 
Lovely food; she had even opened up a bottle of wine.
No, she wasn’t hungry; her husband knew why and waited,
she cried.
No one had remembered her birthday; he knew why but
cleared the table, cleaned the dishes and packed the food
away for another day
He couldn’t tell her when one gets to be eighty, the living
relatives are so much younger, the distance between the 
aged and the younger people is like a vast ocean of years
it is easy to forget.
When he was 84, no one rang, he didn’t expect any calls 
but for him, being cynical about this matter, he didn’t care
 about this, but he felt deeply sorry for his wife.
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My Dear Husband

My life began with you and it will end with you by my side 

When hearts are joined like ours it can never be apart.

My love ,the many years spent with you as made me realize how lucky I am to have you by my side.

Your sincere heart,inner strength and love 
tells me everyday how much you love us.

Nothing you do for us goes unnoticed and we appreciate every little thing you do.

You are a man that loves unconditionally,
You are a man of integrity,
You are a man who gives pure love,

It's been soo many years together but still
everytime I look into your eyes I feel butterflies in my tummy.
My love for you continues to grow each and every day.

My wish for you is too always be happy my love,
I wish for every worry of yours to disappear because you deserve everything of the best my love,


Thank you for always being you, 
Thank you for your love,
I hope you know how special you are to us my  dear love,

I hope you enjoy your special day.
 I love you!!!

There's no goodbyes only sweet love.

Premium MemberHappy Birthday

I know that love’s alive, I know it lives in there.
Sorrow behind caring eyes, embers hidden by sunny glare.
I know it feels and feels so very deep. All the veins deliver life but rapids form around the heart you keep.
I see the scars of years, all the mileage of being worn. The lines of age don’t smudge the truth of the soul.
I see deep into your eyes, past the shine that most will know. I see the cracks of ice and the dark holes that they call home.
I catch you looking at me and sometimes I don’t even know. Which one is looking, there’s so many hovering around your soul.
Love like fresh air we can breathe. Love that then pops and explodes. Fireworks of colour and light. Your love burns and brightens my life.
Happy birthday to the one I love and all the others living in there behind your eyes.

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