Wife Friendship Poems | Examples
These Wife Friendship poems are examples of Friendship poems about Wife. These are the best examples of Friendship Wife poems written by international poets.
Life’s realities are numb to any dream's sincerity. … poet
Life has given all I sought,
just not as I dreamed.
If I wished for a tree, I would
surely get a twig with leaves.
When three, baby doll love began -
life did not match my vision.
Challenges were not in my dream,
but my child's life was strained.
One favorite dream was of love -
not the remorse from divorce.
Once failures had their way,
love did come bearing joy.
Since a teen, I dreamed of
one true, lifelong friend.
It’s too late for dream’s intention,
all friendships met an end.
I have one staid mate - my pen.
Lifelong I dreamt it would cash spawn
but life was day office dizzy
then night, mom and wife busy.
I had my share of dying dreams
stripping me to a raw mind.
Dead dreams do leave bits behind,
I have felt their seeds peek thru
to aid all new dreams conceive.
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
Down the aisle, a princess draped in grace,
Tracing dreams upon silken white,
A smile, a beacon of love’s caress,
Yet shadowed whispers steal my light.
Down the aisle, a tale unfolds anew,
Of devotion woven, steadfast and bright,
Where laughter dances, where grief holds true,
Yet love remains, an eternal rite.
As I gaze, your radiance near divine,
Each step dissolves what once was mine,
And with the echoes of your vow’s decree,
Tears unfurl their silent plea.
Down the aisle, you crown his soul,
A victor claimed—his heart now whole,
While mine, adrift in sorrow’s wake,
Plummets deep as dreams forsake.
Farewell, princess, lost to fate,
May joy's embrace time consecrate,
As I depart, a wounded shade,
Yet wishing love for all you’ve made.
My
dear wife,
heart of hearts,
there, your love lives.
In peace and with grace.
Come rainfall, come sunshine,
like moon and stars in the clouds.
Nothing else can replace your love.
For heavens, for earth, I'll still love you.
I pray that God will guide, guard, and keep us.
Let's flee from things that can keep us apart.
With God on our sides, we'll overcome.
Let's get involved with our full minds,
such that our hearts can love more.
Since hearts are meant for love,
we won't stop our love.
God on our side.
Till the end,
with love,
dear.
"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world." - Leo Buscaglia
I need not many friends in this my life~
A few will suffice, if they do wonders,
As caring and kind as a loyal wife,
Their presence resounds like distant thunders.
More beauty is found in a single rose
Than in weeds that overrun a garden.
Their sheer numbers often bring many throes,
And for their wrongs, they offer no pardon.
Flee far from my life in your vast number,
Find a place to rest, lost in your slumber.
A guy with a Golden, a Teddy, a Pearl
A Tucker, a Marley, a Bailey, an Earl
A Samson, a Buddy, a buddy for life
Sometimes there’s a Golden instead of a wife!
A Todd or a Taylor, a Radar, a Max
A Molly, an Archie, a Bella, a Jax
A Kayla, a Sophie, a Luna, a Rod
A Golden believer would not find that odd
A guy with a Golden, no matter the name
Retrievers are always and simply the same
A bundle of loving, all fluffed up in fur
No matter the pronoun, a him or a her
A Monte, a Hudson, a Cooper, a Bear
A Chance or a Boomer, a Patch or a Claire
A Chrissy, a Lucky, so lucky to know
A Golden Retriever, the best in my show
Friendly meeting on the plane
When I am traveling by plane
I like to sit by the window
To see the sky’s land, the life
The forgotten atmosphere
Te hoped just the way there is
It is good to live there, above life
Far from mortal life, just the skylight
The enjoyable pure space of life.
I didn’t buy the seat. No seat reservation
I got the seat randomly. 4E. Oh, no! I don’t like it!
So far the window, far the light, far the sky
A lady sat in front of me by the window. 3F
She looked at me in friendly and smiled
A man asked me: Sir, can my wife change with you?
This gentleman was 4D – a friendly Indian man.
His wife was a charming Indian woman.
Yes, of course. Sure. – I answered. – My pleasure.
3D and 3E were ladies. And the sky, and the light…
4D and 4F were men. Oh, no. It was good to change
I was happy with the two ladies and with the aerial photography
Friendship
Kindness
Gift
Thankful for belief in THE ALMIGHTY GOD.
Cannot imagine a world void of belief in Him.
It brings the hope of overcoming and dispelling
all the evils that exist on earth.
Thankful for both the FAMILY I was born
into and the family via my wife and me.
No connection is greater than family.
I have been a part of a CHURCH since childhood.
Later on, by personal choice, I determined the church
to be a very binding and unifying reality in my life.
Without FRIENDS where would I be? What would I have
accomplished without the support they offer in my life.
My friends have always been very vital to me.
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.
Silent Combs Of Pen
Hello good friends
Inspiration
Of songs sung
By wind chimes rung
Miles away
On a mountain
Say you sleep
In longing do I rise
To sit beside your side
And listen to the anthem
That brings the night to life
But it’s nearly the witch’s hour
How alone I mock and scour
As nights growing power
Splits the very sky
For words feed my hunger
As night shells out its thunder
Let pen wrought and plunder
Thoughts inside my mind
That catches waves at nap
Or songs love birds rap
How silently my wife
Sleeps inside our bed
And I wonder if she wonders
Why awake I cannot slumber
As to sit in idle umbra
Wielding silent combs of pen
For awake or in dream
We are cast upon life’s sea
Only distance sets us free
Come let us be upon our way
My journey through life is made so much better with the good friends that surround me
These people are there in times of need, always willing to help, it's plain to see
A special someone I can call on to rescue me when my car breaks down
That person who can bring a smile to my face so I may lose that frown
An evening out on the town made so much more entertaining by having friends to share my night of fun
Never failing to lend a hand to help me get that important job done
Having people who don't judge me but treat me for who I am
Always being there for me when I get in a tough jam
Someone who is there standing by my side in good times and bad
My good friends always can bring a smile to my face when I am a little sad
There are so many things that I am thankful for that good friends bring to my life
But without a doubt my best friend is my loving wife
Collaboration between Jack Horne and Sara Kendrick
She was the one, the only one
he loved with all his heart,
but she would never marry him
and said that they must part.
She was married and bound by law
It hurt each time they met
Each shell she picked up on the beach
Sang songs of deep regret
He said his love for her was real;
another wouldn't do -
but even then, she'd told him that
alas, their love was through.
Her spouse suddenly passed away
On the white beach she stood,
Awaiting her romantic love
Whom she knew to be good
And so the poet married her;
they had a happy life.
He thanked his lucky stars each day
that she was now his wife.
In another world
In another life
We could have been more than friends
We could have been husband and wife
With every Dawn a new day begins,
we watch the sunrise and drink coffee with a friend.
Reminiscing about the good old days,
from elementary to high school the memories we made.
A special bond that two friends can share,
and to last this long is a treasure so rare.
As two young souls we were wild and free,
with a future so bright and yet to see.
So how could we have really known?
The families we'd have growing up of our own.
To become a wife, a mother, a grandmother we are,
We never imagine would come so far.
From dawn comes dusk and the day ends,
watching the sunset sipping wine with a friend.
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.