Wonderful Husband Poems | Examples
These Wonderful Husband poems are examples of Husband poems about Wonderful. These are the best examples of Husband Wonderful poems written by international poets.
Nancy was thrilled with her boyfriend, Mike
She followed him as he moved from town to town
There were things about him her relatives did not like
Mike was in the habit of putting Nancy's ideas down
He said if she got pregnant, he would leave her
She was his wife for twenty-three years, maybe
Her dream of being a morn squelched by this insolent cur
He left her to marry his girlfriend who was having his baby.
Nancy’s depression was expected by some.
She wasted her life doing things for this buffoon.
Many of us recognized Mike was a selfish bum.
For us, he could not leave too soon.
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 advent
I had heard of this orange and pink tree,
but doubted such a beauty could exist
Thought my friends had exaggerated.
Oh, no they had not.
It is more gloriously beautiful than they said.
I take twenty-six photos, but none are half as wonderful as the tree herself.
I call my husband and tell him to bring two sleeping bags.
We are going to sleep under this tree tonight.
He brings one bag.
~ The Rebbitzin ~
The 'Rebbitzin' is the wife
of the Rabbi,
the heart and soul of the
Jewish family
-as you'll see
He studies his books
I scrub all the nooks
He adjudicates laws
I cook and clean without pause
He recites prayers, brings down God’s light
Me? --I do laundry well into the night
As for our nine children, who puts them in bed?
Again me, after which betimes I think I am dead
Now, I’m not complaining
For this life I was training
And the Rabbi’s a wonderful fella…
But who am I? ~ Cinderella?
It would not be fun to paint six canvases a week
If you did not act amazed and astounded.
It would be a waste of my time to write six poems a day
If you stopped reading my work.
It is wonderful that you have taken over the laundry.
I never enjoyed it one whit.
Terrific that you know what I want for supper
And have it ready some days when I walk in the door.
It would be impossible to be me
If I did not have you
To impress, to smile with, to give me fierce approval.
You are my why.
Why I write.
Why I create.
Why I am not exhausted.
You complete me.
A SPECIAL DAD AND HUSBAND
Today in South Africa is Father’s day,
But definitely for husbands too I say,
Still in Strict lock-down, not boring but fun,
Our boys see to our needs, each one
A wonderful loving son.
But the days have become like a string
Of sausages,
And somehow I got wrong messages,
I thought it was last Sunday not today,
Until the phone rung early this morn to say,
Hi Dad, today you should be spoilt, the second
Phone call came shortly there after
Happy Father’s Day
DAD.
I always buy Hubby a card on
Father’s day, because he is the best dad
And husband under the sun,
So please excuse me from this short
But important write,
I’m off to make dinner tonight.
He was a big man.
A broad man.
A laugh-at-a-dumb-joke man.
Wanting to please.
He was a loner.
A bit lost in a crowd.
Scared at parties.
A little boy at bedtime.
Wanting his teddy, later, his wife.
He was a great son.
An attentive son,
An ‘I’ll get the moon for you, Mom,’ son.
Wanting his mother’s love.
He has been a great husband,
A fantastic father,
A wonderful husband.
Wanting to please everyone,
And he has…
Do not be an asp!
I say to my husband.
Putting him immediately into argument-ive mode.
Asp, I said Asp I shriek with glee
As he heads toward me
With a super angry face, to dismount and unload.
He stops at the couch.
Asp like a venomous snake? He asks me.
Yes, like a wonderful, Cleopatra-like, wonderful cobra, see?
And just how is that better? He asks me, in a dangerous way.
“Asps are handsome, determined, eager-to-please,” I happily say.
We both know I’m making this up on the fly.
We almost laugh when we catch each other’s eye.
He smiles. You’re an asp, he says.
Yes, I am, but not as much as Inez.
Submitted on 4-30-2018
Contest: ASP by Anthony Slausen
I heard my husband say,
Oh, good. You'll be here in forty minutes.
How wonderful!
Yes, the cousins of the cousins were coming.
Less than an hour's notice.
We'd been trying to get them here for ten years.
They had never accepted.
Now that we had the car packed, and
the kids were psyched about going
to a water park for the weekend,
We were staying.
I stared at my husband, incredulously.
Why didn't you tell them?
He put up his hands, shrugged, helplessly.
These were his mother's cousins.
In their 80's.
They would never understand.
They were already on their way,
Expecting us to be delighted.
The hardest part of the weekend
was not unpacking the car
or keeping the disappointed
children quiet.
The hardest part was
not strangling
a man.
His kindness envelops me in pleasure
I feel inspired, satisfied, euphoric
Wonderful inklings are my measure
Embracing me in all that is domestic
He breathes compassion across my heart
I feel revived, encouraged, edified
Brilliant ideas have me feeling smart
Into his attentive ears I will confide
His gentleness melts my bitter judgments
I feel affectionate, intuitive, enlightened
My spontaneous senses grow in patience
Tranquility within has been awakened
With him, I feel like me
Together, we are free
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Walking into fading sunlight
The sun setting so slow
Brilliant color captivating
Like shore waves steady flow
Come walk with me my companion
Into the golden sunset
Let's enjoy our life's rich ending
Coated with no regrets
Let's enjoy each precious moment
Forgiving all mistakes
Look at that wonderful sunset
Filled with constant embrace
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: Into The Sunset
Date written: 05-11-2014
Theme: Sunsets
Those kisses from behind
when I cooking supper
make me feel so wonderful
It is like being a newly wed
you taste wonderful
mixed with sauteed vegetables
Like you love a dab of onion behind my ear
those little bites you feed me
and then I share could make the blind see
And although I have kissed those lips a million times
it is not enough for me
I pray to be doing this with long white hair
on into our destiny
I just feel like being silly. I am going through the most wonderful
time with my husband of 26 years. He has become Romeo and
I have become putty in his hands. So be looking for cliched lovey dovey junk. hehehe
So precious at birth tender and pure
For an aging heart they are the cure
My oldest daughter Sarah Jho
Is such a blessing to my soul
Brutally honest in what she has to say
A wonderful mother in every way
She gave us Joshua my first grandson
What a marvelous thing she has done
Together her and Justin walk through this life
Together forever husband and wife
These days that seems an impossible task
It seems everyone wears some sort of mask
But these two kids were made for each other
He is a good father and her a good mother
I wrote this poem so they would know
They are a blessing to my heart and soul