Troubled Marriage Poems | Examples
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Oh love defined
Might this troubled world to
See
In blissfulness
You and me
Wicked who oppose
Shall be redeemed
To speak us as one
Ah love redeemed
Sought the frails
Must They trouble
To find
I have a love
So sweet and kind
Oh mercy we
Might We to bare
Us redeemed
A concuss bare
Sweet the love
We pledge to share
To consimate
A humbled care
To procreate
And truffle not
We as one
And those begotten
they may not laugh
If they take my hand
We as one
Before a world to stand
Lovers cow
To be as one
Our new days
Have just begun
Whereas we
In joyful bliss
To stand as one
The pride in bliss
Happy we
As love unfolds
To stake our claims
And defined our goals
A banner of
Christ we bare
In joyful love
The mentions share
To be as one
To welcome in
Biides and grooms
Toast our new kin
A sunny day, fine and fair,
a gentle breeze blows wisps of hair -
I wonder, as you're sitting there,
what are your thoughts, unknown,
as you're there all alone.
Once we both walked beside the lake.
We dreamed though we were still awake.
Are you thinking it was a mistake,
stones on the water thrown?
Yet, we were barely grown.
You always burned and dazzled bright,
blazing hot, radiating light.
You made my day, lit up the night.
Oh, how your spirit shone,
the best thing that I've known.
We united and made a life,
saw troubled times and times of strife,
but were you not a happy wife?
From the seeds we had sown,
we grew something of our own.
So many things, to me, you gave,
and once, it was my life, you saved.
One day, I'd take it to my grave.
Everything you have shown
inhabits all my bones.
A sunny day, so fine and fair,
a gentle breeze blows wisps of hair -
I wonder, as you're sitting there,
though my spirit's flown,
are you happy that you own
the name etched on that stone?
Quietly
you enter,
and with feline
stealth, pick your
way through the
darkness of
our bedroom.
My senses,
honed
over the years
like radar to
hear the pings
of children’s cries,
pukey wretching,
and troubled
hearts and spirits
detects you
as you silently
remove your clothing,
the wisp of your
nightgown falls
with a slight breeze
over your
outstretched arms,
you slip within the
sheets. “Are you
sick?” I quietly
ask, as I turn
my warm body
to embrace the
coolness of yours.
“They were overstaffed,”
you softly reply,
and I slip contentedly
back to sleep,
our marriage bed
complete.
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safely bound to you
wrapped up in arms of armor-
ease my troubled heart
fear not the kismet
we share beyond creation-
perpetual love
cradle me in peace
bestow grace with each finger-
warmth erases woe
tarry with me now
tangerine sunsets do rise-
eventide snuggles
twenty-three years of
loyalty and sweet romance-
you belong to me
laughter in mornings
waking up with Ella Rose-
three people one soul
fawn tender kisses
in lavender fields flourish-
for you are my home
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The love I feel for my hubby inspires my writing on a daily basis. I cannot express how much I adore him and his love for me. I was 16 when we met, now I'm 39 and still we stay strong through rough waters.
"Three pets and a daughter with a couple so in love...
these gifts are only things from the Lord up above."
Thank you for this contest
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I used: howmanysyllables.com
Jamie Pan
July 27, 2019
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
On Mending Fences
(Some fences have needed mending so long
That neither party recalls why the breech occurred;)
By
Tom Wright
Copyright ? 2006
That very first step
Always seems hardest to take,
The fear of rejection
Is the ante both have at stake?
Though both parties
Be desirous of the self same things,
Oft times a haughty spirit
Snuffs the joy a first step brings.
It may be just a simple case
Of not knowing where to start,
Though God always makes a way,
When he has troubled my heart.
I’m inundated with thoughts
That might weigh on the other’s mind,
My justification for doing nothing
Is fear they might be unkind.
Years finally become a chasm
Until finally I no longer feel,
Pride has robbed me of a loved one
Because of my misplaced zeal.
So I’ll not consent to being destroyed
By the answer I least expected,
For my physical death will not come
Simply by my being rejected.
CELTIC LOVE
The paths We take under the eye of god
and Universe, but some consider odd
Great Lord of Heaven, knowing everything,
help us to grow, into a birth of Spring,
and know from where our troubled feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and his sword
in seeking vengance, as if they were lord,
and Ireland is the place we chose to be.
They laid to waste all things we'd ever known
spared not our children, with their hearts of stone
and Caeser put us out to where we choose to be
in Ireland, an emerald upon the sea,
to where, great Father, only you had known.
The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
now comes of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of all of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to its own, our destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
I am a miserable victim
of regular heart-transplant
the first heart troubled me
the second was oversize
the third is had ten chambers
It emerged to hearts of today
are no longer biological organs
in functional system of life
I do not trust pastors either
priests tell me own things
three rings I have put on
I’ll hire a spy at any fee
to scribble daily report about
about covert life of my heart
as a tear drops
I heard the front door shut
I place my hands upon my face
while tears keep running
down my face
why ,why is my world, it seems
a troubled place.
as a tear drops
my heart begin to race
I feel there is no one
on this earth that can take your place.
I lay on my floor just praying
you walk back in the door.
I curl up in a ball and I am
thinking"I can not take this any more."
as a tear drops
my house phone begin to ring
I jump up on my feet to answer it
and see who it is.
Hello, oh it just my friend Liz.
I hang up the phone and take a deep breath
as with a little smile on my face
I say to my self" he will be back."
as a tear drops
I know he love me!
it was just other one of our fights
It really difficult being married
and being his wife.
I say to my self'" will we ever get along?"
and is this all there will be of my life?
My parents just fought again,
Guess what? We're the ones that end up with all their pain.
Get a divorce already, we hate unhappy.
We're the ones that end up troubled,
Five-minute happinesses, always end.
We're the ones that end up awful,
Five-minute happinesses, the only happiness we get.
Behind the lace veil lies a troubled heart ….
Will she please this tall stranger
Soon she will be his wife
Veil is lifted she raised her eyes to see him ….
Small glint of hope in his eyes
A small smile she returns
Penned 26 May 2014