Husband Love Poems | Examples
These Husband Love poems are examples of Love poems about Husband. These are the best examples of Love Husband poems written by international poets.
Oh patriot, oh patriot!
Indeed, their voices we
admire – anthem of those
selfless who God and country
did aspire! Gave their all.
Oh husband, oh Father
went into fire, returned
not~ from battle’s lethal
muck and mire. God
above, having all thy
supposed power, let us
remember them not just
with prayer and flower,
but by a greater humanity,
blessed rule of Christ's manifest
loving presence ever with us.
Dear Host of heavenly
bower, oh God, our Lord
rescue this earth, teach us
to forgive and treasure, such
gift of life, each soul of Your
Own Sacred Body Measure.
I remember as I child
eyeing the Christmas
tree, all lit and broadcasting.
Early-on I realized that Father
was Santa. Mother sensed it
when they married. Father, let go of his
well defined ego, embraced the principal
to secure the family, protect and
serve selflessly onto death.
I miss you
I MISS YOU (how to let go?)
Why can't I be with you?
Every day like the sunshine.
They say time heals all wounds,
But my Heart is
for all eternity to yours
Bound.
I have to comprehend,
I can't see you..
It sounds like a joke,
But to miss you this much,
It really breaks my heart!
For Pierre.
When I awoke this morning
My love you weren't here
I doubt you ever do return
That is what I truly fear
If only you'd come home to me
I'd hold you dearly in My embrace
Kiss you softly on your forehead
And wipe the tears from your face
I've already forgiven you for leaving
I hope that you can forgive me
I pushed you away with my temper
This is my fault anyone can see
But I realized your love is better
Then getting loud to have control
There will be no more outburst
Think of all the happiness they stole
The air in my lungs is less important
Then you being here in my life
I'm sorry for every tear you cried
I'll be a better husband for you my wife
I knew you would come back
because you were always there.
My mind begins to wonder;
seeing you made me stare.
The beauty you have is
a display edition; it needs no light.
It illuminates the room
with perfection in the darkest of night.
It strikes the chord for deep love,
sending out perfect harmony.
The beauty you have shown me
made me accept my insecurities.
When I reach back at the memory
of when our love was great,
it makes me thankful for the moment
when I held your warm embrace.
O lassie, I were loving you far longer than I knew,
And I would have you know of it, before the eve were through.
Through fair and feisty weather,
We shall face it all together,
And our hearts shall be our tether,
If you will but say "I do".
One of my greatest days
I've experienced in my life
Would easily be August 24th
The day you became my wife
You walked down the aisle
As a music begin to play
I stood waiting at the altar
For so long I dreamed this day
I was so full of happiness and joy
And I was standing there with you
All my dreams prayers and wishes
At that moment were coming true
Together we stood in front of that church
For God and are friends and family to see
Joining are two lives together as one
In a simple and beautiful ceremony
Looking at you with your hand in mine
We vowed to love each other forever
And to always be at by each others side
Believing that our love nothing could sever you
A barrier to love can be
merely distance – natural for
the heart to love when in
close proximity. Nearness
often propagates dearness. A
general rule though not an
axiom. For hate is an imposing
affiliate.
You sparkle, Bill,
in the way a stray blue thought
lights up a quiet room~
not loud,
just true.
A small brightness,
unexpected,
like finding a feather
caught in the hinge of a day
that felt too heavy
to lift.
You speak,
and something in the air
shifts~
a soft bound
toward calm,
toward the kind of peace
memory keeps
for later.
Not brilliance,
not blaze,
but that gentle shimmer
that stays
after the words
have settled.
And I think
that’s the real glow~
the way your voice
turns the ordinary
just slightly,
so it opens
like a door
I didn’t know
was waiting.
Lady Diamond rose as each new day dawns
In her gentle hands her household yawns
A model once in the camera’s light
Now clothed in the light of Jesus Christ
She served her husband, taught each child
With patient, grace and spirit mild
Two sons, two daughters, hearts held near
Her labor deep, her teaching clear
By day she gave till strength was thin
By night the moon would tuck her in
The birds sang praise when morning came
And heaven blessed her quiet name
God be praised for women who stand
With Proverbs’ 31 wisdom in their hand
All women, God’s beautiful bouquet
With Lady Diamond showing the way
Hey, hey, hey
I am the Daughter, of Our Father
Everything He's got for me is promised
A matter of the heart
For my heart matters to God
You giving me life and love
A king after your own heart
I thank you Father
For mine covenant one
My own beloved husband
I am the wife, of the man whose found a good thing
(I am his good thing Hallelujah)
Everything He's got for me is promised so I sing
My Father matters to me as I matter
A matter of the heart
For my heart matters to God
I am a matter of the heart
I am a matter of the heart
To my Father God and His son
Hallelujah
6/7/26
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I love a brand new day - you prefer the night
I love a nice red wine -you must drink the white.
I love the country life - you are city bred
I love our great big house - you enjoy your shed.
I love our fluffy cat - you walk with the dog
I love to laze around - you then run or jog.
I love a sunny day - you will pray for rain
I love to catch a bus - you get on the train.
I love black coffee strong - you sip on white tea
I love to read a book - you watch a movie.
I love our different ways - opposites attract
I know that you love me - that is just a fact.
I'm wistful and sad,
you're not here,
yet you're everywhere.
Your pillow refuses to comfort me,
I punch it and yell up at you,
"Why did you leave?"
Away, I must get away from here,
I don't want to see,
all these memories.
The moon's in the sky,
strong winds are behind me,
a star shines brightly.
When morning comes,
I'll have coffee and toast,
then hold your poor pillow really close.
After all these years,
still hand in hand,
we walk our married road.
Every morning gift,
with your gentle hands,
you hold my waking face-
caress it with a kiss.
And so many times,
throughout each long day
they hug and comfort me.
Your hands, now aged and gnarled
still write forever love.
I wear your handwriting,
now sixty-seven years-
and it thrills me still.
I used tangerine
diffuser oil,
just a few drops
on my hands
and various
healing rocks
I found
on the trails
here, in Greensboro,
North Carolina
USA.
I lit four candles
and prayed
silently
and
un-ostentatiously
while my husband
was still working,
one room down
in our one
story, 1400
square-foot
house.
I offered
a prayer of gratitude
for my
extraordinary
life, my health,
and my wealthy heart.