Husband Friendship Poems | Examples
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friends that were born under the stars
one in noble family and another in the lowly class
Morgana as in the royal family of Camelot
and Gwen in the lowly ones in outskirts of capital
she never once looked down on her
treated her as a sister, a friend to kill someone for
fate always shows its fangs when the time is right
illegitimate daughter of the king and a witch in disguise
her biggest crime was to be born in that family
who hunts the magic worshipers, calling their existence a crime
to survive one must layout their plans carefully
so did she and planned to kill the father and beloved brother Arthur
who shall Gwen respond to?
Is it the cries on the outskirts of their friendship?
or be a sword for the man she is in love with
A wife to the prince of Camelot
so she made a quick assessment
defied all her relationship with Morgana
and stood in the court of justice to defend her husband
I Do
"I, boney, take thee, Mr Bones into my hearts darkness, to be my wedded souls husband through the shadows of light, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part until the end of time and thereto I pledge thee my faith."
"I, Mr Boney, take thee, Miss Boney into my hearts darkness, to be my wedded souls husband through the shadows of light , to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part until the end of time and thereto I pledge thee my faith."
Carlos and Hanna, husband and wife,
your examples taught me about life,
honoring family, marriage, and friends.
Much is lost with your premature ends,
and though it's too late to let you know -
Oh my God, I miss you so.
it’s the little things like tim tams.
having gotten my attention, the box
hops into my shopping cart, but not
before I cartwheel and squeal, certain
that one of the poets has nurtured
my senses with an Australian accent.
i’m handing them out, like pamphlets,
according to the number in the family.
of course, they’re crunchy and cold.
my husband, straight away, placed
the box in the fridge. U.S.A. all the way.
my neighbor came over for coffee.
before she left, i handed her three treats.
she gasped, herself a published author,
she had just gleamed in a current read
of munchable tim tams…indeed! of course.
to treat my bible study group friends,
i will have to grab another, unopened box,
hand them out for free. the delightful share
the Word and Aussie-awesome treats,
alongside hot water and teabags. cartwheeling…
In another world
In another life
We could have been more than friends
We could have been husband and wife
My partner called out cars she sent
as we stood at opposite ends
of the work zone, and when
hers had passed, I called out mine
sending them along a narrow passage.
We found a common language
to communicate, and we made
small talk when things were slow.
The construction crew struggled
to settle each fresh coat of asphalt
over a moist bed of clay
of a two-lane in northeast Nebraska
arcing and curving over hills and valleys
between two unincorporated areas.
Black angus cows grazed
on a grassy hill, coincidental beauty found
in another time and place,
and a bull bellowed
to declare the spread his own.
After work my partner and I stood
outside our rooms at the hotel.
She talked about her husband
and I talked about a librarian
who read my poems.
While we spoke about our
lives back home, a light in the lot
shone a distant star.
Relationships are built
On foundations.
Where some are firm,
Others are flimsy.
We often forget
What relationships are.
With a change of title
Comes immense pressure.
‘Boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’
In terms of ourselves.
Even ‘husband’ or ‘wife’
Or endearing titles you use
Come with expectations
Nobody is ready for.
So often we forget
As these expectations blind us
And the title distracts us,
So often we forget
To just be a friend
With an additional title.
Continue being my friend
In the relationship
And watch how easy
It starts to become.
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
One fine day hubby dear announced,
Silicon Valley be the place, where he will bowl.
I could not go, tears rolled down.
Two months more, he was sure,
When we will be three,
together we will spree.
So, when I bore a lovely little boy
The proud dad sure was overjoyed.
Off we flew down to the valley,
and landed straight in the Electronic City.
A beautiful sight, Valley in the night,
Twinkling stars and bright big lights.
My neighbours too were a pure delight.
Mrs and Mr Rao had a daughter bright,
who played with Neo everyday at twilight.
Their son too a techie, matched the sister upright.
Sometimes I felt lonely, such a strange city.
We soon had company, too my surprise.
The kohlis and Duttas were soon to arrive.
The brotherly Mr Kant, was the only bachelor to survive.
The Shuklas and Singhs too had blissful married life.
Off we all went partying at Maharaja's in the night.
Bannerghatta and Lal bagh were destinations in bright sunlight.
Life was a roller - coaster ride,
when, on Silk board- Hosur road,
The B-company had their drive.
Samuel saw her screaming for help in the sea.
Esta failed to save her friend who was drowning
And some people could make fun of the victims.
Two brave men by the seashore jumped Into the sea
to rescue them, as they were in the harzardous
zone of sharks and some dangerous reptiles.
They succeeded to bring them to the seaside
and managed to organize some hot coffee
and tea for them in few minutes.
Esta and her friend thanked Samuel and his friend
for assisting them when some other people wished
their death into clear blue water.
Their friendships turned into love after some weeks.
Samuel came to love Esta so much and they decided
to live togather as wife and husband.
So their parents met to discuss about the dowry.
Everything was concluded according to their culture
and traditions, then they married traditionally.
so their dream of living together fulfilled.
A year later , they got a male child and named
him" Remembrance."
To express how he got a wife of his choice
through assisting some desperate women in the Sea.
April 08/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
Theme: SEA
I was given a
little hanky
as white as could be.
And with every stitch
you could make me
into what ever you
want me to be.
Or maybe just fold
me up and dust
off your dirty
old sit.
You could hold me
tight at your daughter's wedding
to wipe away your
your tears.
Or place me in
your husband pocket
It will make me look
so pretty and neat.
I love my little
hanky a special
friend gave me.
I will cherish
It forever.
I think I will place
in in my ??
to use when ever
I need.....
There’s something very special
About not knowing how to win
The lessons like forgiveness
And the sorrow of a friend
It begins by leaving softly
The regrets that never pass
To find a deeper meaning
Of I know it doesn’t last
There’s reason like a witness
If there’s no bargain or a bet
Like love it simply answers
With a season and a yet
So listen lines are clearer
When your feeling not at fault
The time we spend together
With our hands to hold a halt
This a house of unused tools
Bought for a purpose and then
Filed in a rusty toolbox
To be never used again
For with the next project
I’d frantically search around
I knew where I’d left them
But they never could be found
This is house of bodged jobs
not that i didn’t have the will
but some how my enthusuiasm
didn’t compensate for lack of skill
and i huffed and i puffed
did the best i could
but somehow it all looked
somewhat less than good
This is a house of frustrations
because in the end
The one that I loved
Became my best friend
And all passion just went
No romance at all
So now we sit and look at
Our badly painted walls
In this house of suppressed passions
A house of a moody man
Testosterone driven but
Just doing what he can
To hide the nagging need
That is always always there
For the act of love
And for tender loving care
A Virtuous who can find her a rubie in the rough with a diamond behind her. A Virtuous women a rose called peace GOD'S special blessing his masterpiece. A Virtuous women a miracle maker in the kitchen GOD'S secret instrument every Sunday Thanksgiving. A Virtuous woman a brown angel in disguise her beautiful black skin her sexy brown eyes. A Virtuous women beautiful love to her king making music in the sheets making moves on the streets. A Virtuous women a husband best to death do them part his only best friend.
She had on a gray shawl, but I recognized her I told my friend Dawn.
“I used to have a gray shawl,” Dawn replied. It was wool and itchy.
She had left it in several restaurants, and her mother-in-law stole it.
My daughter is the leader of four girl scout troops, I informed her.
“I was in a girl scout troop once, but then we moved.
I was angry with my parents for moving me; I was about six.”
I did not bother to tell her that when you are six, you are a brownie,
You are not yet a Girl Scout.
I was wondering if this was an exaggeration or a fabrication.
My husband has been awake since three this morning, I told her.
“I have been awake since midnight,” she informed me.
“I wish I had only been awake since three a.m.”
One of my friend’s daughter was killed in a hit-in-run I told her.
“I was killed in a hit-and-run,” she replied. “In another lifetime”.