Problems Marriage Poems | Examples
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I can only imagine
the marriage of life
From youthfull marriage
to the end of life
But I cannot see
what was not meant for me
one by my side
No one else to see
Children made by her and me
some like her others like me
The making of choices
Of what they may be
The ageing together
the problems we'll flee
the undying love
and sometimes disgrace
The finding of peace
after all the mistakes
Knowing our future
without force of fate
Stay where you are
no matter the stakes
Beside them in a car
were ever it takes
Fighting with voices
that forces and makes
listening to lies
our jealosy at stake
Going to bed
without a word
where silence speaks loudly
and suspisions are heard
Ever the endurance
the constanct reasurance
It's forever and a day
Just as they say
I wish my life
to be this way
somehow I escaped
to a different day
Looking back
I wonder why
For all these women
I was willing to die
It's what they call
A polygamous life
Where all I loved
Made one wife
Yet today I wonder still
Is the past the life I lived
Was marriage ever the thing I'd give
The ones I loved and love them still
Harmony can be worked on
Harmony does not mean there are no problems with relationship
Harmonious is when we face problems then discuss well
Not even news from the house be leaked
Look for ventilation outside the house when anger
Be honest over mistakes
Lowering your ego is the key
Keep each other's trust
Pray to God for His compassion
Forgive and forget, both make peace
Continue to grow a love based on His love.
A Graham used to wealth lavish
And to easy fun The slavish:
In the two had not seen blemish
"Let those who wish it be squeamish!"
Now, it is Graham's white wedding;
He knows where the thing is heading:
Skin to Excesses just deaden
Or wife's face might, sometimes, redden...
"Means I'll have to my belt tighten;
That way all my problems lighten:
What man does, his future brightens
And the blackest of scenes whitens!"
A married spendthrift readjusts
Or faces dragging in the dusts...
Hit her daily won't solve your problems.
Escape her noisy as you are short-tempered,
All will work good for you.
Rightly, you will appreciate my advice later.
Troublemaker can turn to be a peacemaker,
Being good to each other is a good process.
Right and left hands always lift up heavy things
Observably, reject wrangle and like peace
Kindliness , happiness , joyce, love.
Expecting to see some smile on her face soon;
No one will call you harrasser again in the future.
February 26/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Constance la France.
Chosen theme: HEARTBROKEN
... Second
Win in the
Contest...
Their marriage has to be dissolved,
Nothing again to be resolved,
Twelve good years and problems unsolved,
Their priest had her of guilt absolved,
Mark who had thrice their problem solved,
Three is Lord God's Holy Number,
No case against her being sombre,
She'll stay right through the Judge's Gavel,
And then to Great Britain travel...
Joan: The Fed up with her Marriage,
Not planning to find the courage.
since we've been married
you complain about my life
never about yours
LION
She was upset, beleaguered and beautiful
(in a wholesome feline kind of way)
He saw her problems as recurrent and swift,
maneuverable, agile, hostile, a little bit mean
Her call for assistance was not a helpless
appeal for a romantic deliverance but a clear-eyed
call for a partner with skills, an blunt attitude and
enough of a heart, who would want her intact
when the dust cleared away
“Will you be with me?” she asked
“I am your lion!” he said, his mane an unkempt
mess, his fangs still concealed, his black-rimmed
golden eyes now more alert to the savannah beyond
“I was hopeful” she said, as some of her problems,
seeing this discussion, began sliding from cover
to find running room…..
When the program isn’t working like it should,
No rabbit’s foot, nor horseshoe’s gonna bring you any luck.
When the techie’s not around to make things good
Ya gotta figure out a way to get yourself unstuck.
All it takes is just three fingers, and you’re sweet:
Ctrl-Alt-Delete.
When the system won’t cooperate, oh dear,
You don’t like what you’re looking at and need to move along.
If your monitor is frozen, have no fear.
I’ve got a way to break the ice. It really can’t go wrong.
It’s a clever way of turning up the heat:
Ctrl-Alt-Delete.
If it fixes my computer when it’s jammed,
Then maybe it can help with other problems in my life.
Since it’s useful when I’m really getting spammed,
It might be good to try it when I'm badgered by my wife,
Then her nagging might be something I can beat:
Ctrl-Alt-Delete.
When you leave,
I shall fall into the hands of an accident.
The blood shall roar over my head,
Wheelchair shall be my legs,
As mask shall be my new face,
Because thy soul is my beauty.
When you leave,
Who shall I share my common problems with?
I will be afraid!
My name shall exceed the earth.
Who will understand me as you do?
If you leave, tears are my endless food!
Both day and night I will weep,
If my brothers and sisters ask,
I will cry on thy name.
Though I'm skinny,
Your presence can create flesh.
When you leave,
Soliloquy will surely be my madness.
Hold this flower,
I will make a vow.
Look in my eyes,
I will remove frowned and tears.
O! Babe, when you leave,
Stupidity is my formula,
As misery is my solution.
cat and mouse life keeps me busy all day,
work late, earn some money so I can pay!
At work have a difficult boss to please,
when back home with wife, problem doesn’t cease!
weekends home should be for love rest and peace,
But have to do home chores can’t rest with ease!
two teenagers home are such a menace,
their day lost texting or fancy romance!
Friends invite me to a round of beer, golf,
but wife has ears on like a pack of wolf!
I dread weekends her mother comes to stay,
would saved problems, if her husband was gay!
look forward sometimes to game of football,
dog keeps company, my only true pal!!
why give up freedom to end up in mess?
hope against hope but problems won’t regress!
Written 21/03/2021
10 syllables each Iambic pentameter
Janice Canerdy sponsored
Rhyming Couplets contest!
rhymes checked at rhyme zone.com
When you marry a sweet gal
you also marry
her bossy sister
and her frantic mother
You think - ha, ha!
you'll live with your wife
not with them --
Surprise!
From these two relatives
your problems will largely stem
She knows from an early age, her mother’s hand upon her shoulder, she
Understands what is expected, what is right, what her role is: to be
Below those who bald, who wear one ring as opposed to two, their
Limbs a marionette - to nod, to lay, to cook, to clean, to breed, to smile, to
Imitate the lines their mothers recited faultlessly year after decade, keeping the
Machinery of society greased and oiled, to have it constantly out of their own reach, like
Autumnal leaves tossed and flung with the carefree nativity of a boy as yet unaware he’ll one day
Trace a girl’s worth with the inks of innocence not experience, the arts of appearance not career;
Engineered to listen, to nod, to support those who create their own problems - yet silently she’ll
Dominate those who dominate, she’ll surreptitiously eye other women equally tired, equally ready.
Fight
Argue
In your home
Never outside
Don't ever discuss
Grudges,Issues,problems
Of wedded life with people
The compassion might feel soothing
But your story suddenly grows wings
Wash linen privately, mom always says
Written on:07/24/2016
Contest:'Etheree' by Kim Merryman
Adulthood
A big “Mazel Tov” to the bride and groom
Blushing and sweating, each smiling face
Loud, hearty cheers go up across the room
Here’s two new contestants for life’s big race!
A union in fate’s journey together
There will always be problems, there’s no doubt
Even when you’re two birds of a feather
If you’ve got a spouse, you’ll never run out!
Work and home life just add more of the same
Now I dare you to add kids to the mix
If you’d once enjoyed adult fun and games
All free time you had just got the deep six
Think you don’t look slick? No need to abort.
Adulthood’s a strictly amateur sport!
5/7/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
The kids come over
Bringing a wall of "Drama"
No other problems