Husband Poems | Examples of Husband Poetry

She is a self-driving car. As far as the farthest object, my eyes cannot believe she is Captain of a spaceship that she built from spent foil paper rolls. The aluminium was self-made. Books are like comrades, but actual pillows and blankets. She is a rank bibliophile. Her practice is rubbing off. I feel their spines more than hers. Our bed is tiny. She will quetch at the ''tiny...

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This year for an anniversary gift I gave my wife, with no little courage, a check for a permanent facelift. Exploding in rage and shouting, she said a check was insulting, her voice muffled in her cleavage....

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She carries with her a secret one she’ll keep forever She once loved her children ‘till they used her as a lever against...

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your mirth warmed a room....like rich coffee with cinnamon rolls on sundays...

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I'm most grateful dad in this world. Blessed with a wife 2 boys and 3 girls. They brought meaning to my life. I could not ask for a better wife. Whenever I were feeling down. God would send one of you around. Forgive me for the times I'd overreact. I wish someway I could get them back. I am human just like you. And...

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Remember that first evening, when we sank imperceptibly into Zen, and, as a gibous moon arose, we silently slipped out of our clothes, and then?...

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He said he’d watched a tutorial. He said symmetry was a myth fueled by Big Geometry. I laughed. That was my first mistake. My second was passing him the scissors without asking him about his dominant hand. (It was vibes. His hand was vibes.) Snip. He called it edgy. I called it accidentally spiritual— because seeing your own scalp before coffee is a kind of awakening. He apologized...

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Becky, I believe that I am dying. I feel the icy angel hovering near. Our time together swiftly now is flying And I must leave you all alone my dear. Becky dear, I ask you now to hold me. Freely I admit that I was wrong. I really should have heeded what you told me. Temptation never did find me that strong. Becky,...

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Alexa down! She, the brainchild of Rohit Prasad - India-born person who breathed life into Alexa, and lead technology side of project almost from its inception. Amazon Alexa Echo a marvel of voice activation technology, (reportedly voiced by Nina Rolle, a voice actress and singer based in Boulder, Colorado, though neither Amazon nor Rolle officially confirmed nor denied rumor). Aforementioned electrical engineer recognized as being a key figure leading the...

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Everything "mine" becomes "ours" and then "hers." Everything "hers" remains her sole possession. In marriage the ownership line always blurs And as a mere husband I'd better not question... Silence can be the best part of discretion. ...

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She finds a bird fallen from its nest, crashed like an apple to the ground. Sliding her fingers through the rain soaked grass, she scoops the quivering ball of feathers into her palm. She takes it inside, to the same kitchen where she wept over her dead husband every night for nearly a decade. She feeds it baby formula from an eye-dropper, whispering I believe in...

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CIRO GARGANO RAGE TOWARD ME BEGAN CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 THE DAY THE 8 LIVES PERISHED IN HIS FIRES OF HELL ACCOUDING TO THE FBI THANK GOODNESS FOR CIRO HIS BUSINESS PARTNER WAS A CORRUPT JUNK SICK FIRE MAN WHO COVERED THEIR CRIMES OF ARSON MURDER CIRO ARRIVED AT MY TOWNHOME WITH JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY...

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‘You’ve had one too many’ Declared old Paddy’s wife She always spoiled his evenings With her ‘trouble’ and her ‘strife’ ‘I’m absolutely sober’ He replied with much aplomb ‘I’ve only had a couple And I’m drinking beer, not rum’ ‘I don’t care what you’re drinking, You don’t know when to stop I rue the day I married you You useless, boozy sop’ ‘Oh, hold your...

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Your good love strengthens bones like sunshine My nose, a rose, a toast of red wine The great flames of passion licking hot though evenings grow, firsts sometimes forgot Forgot that tender morn our eyes met Hot with extraordinary sweat, wet Wine, a blush cabernet, sparkling smiles Sunshine spotless, a wonderful while Would I forget Heaven's first...

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Don’t be juvenile his wife said Forgetting for a moment who she married...

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