Husband Romance Poems | Examples
These Husband Romance poems are examples of Romance poems about Husband. These are the best examples of Romance Husband poems written by international poets.
early morning dew
fresh linen mixed with cotton
mingled with nights sex
I placed a rose on the seat of your chair
In your lap if you had been there
The warm winds soothe my tired face,
Softly as your hand’s warm embrace
My eyes close in thoughts of you
How we’d sit before the ocean’s view
In paired prayer for the day to never end
In paired prayer, thankful for such a friend
Then the day came prayer couldn't prevent
All good things end. Even angels heaven sent-
Need return to foster light in another’s dark life
I’m thankful for everyday an angel was my wife
I heard of a woman whose hubby
was somewhat squat, rotund, and chubby.
The might of his thrust
was rightfully just
overcoming the short and stubby.
That night you left,
the rain came with a pelt—
an abyss in my heart,
a curse you placed from the start.
Hurt words, hurt heart, hurt soul—
an emotional toll
I buried deep
in hope our marriage to keep.
And with courage sparked,
I kicked you out in the dark
on a night wild with anger,
for the two of you to tangle.
And yet as soon as I did,
my heart bid
a return—
Has the lesson been learned?
The pelting turned to a cyclone warning,
heaven and earth aligning.
The whole world erupts to send me a message:
going back was not the right passage?
I woke in the morning to a daughter exclaiming,
“The cyclone was pushed back—
no longer on track.”
To a reframing of my life...
Until next time.
A man, half a mountain of hair,
Gave Cupid a bit of a scare.
He wasn't a knave,
He just didn't shave,
A heart that was rare did he share.
Gold is lovely when it glitters
Silver is beautiful when it shines
But neither can compare to the wonder
Of when you call me mine
Valentine’s day chimpanzee has designs on me
I tell him I am taken, and he says “tee hee!”
I show him my initial, the ancient letter C.
He says come and sit down up my knee.
I tell him I am old enough to remember Paul Klee
He says we should spoon under the old oak tree
I tell him I cannot, for today they give ice cream for free
Introducing him to the king of the Old Grand Prix
My husband Chick looks down at the tiny chimpanzee
Scaring him so hard, that the little guy doth flee
He shot off faster than a golf ball on a magic tee.
I guess my husband Chickadee plans on keeping me.
chill days slowly danced
winter's hues changed tree's leaves shed
gift to my husband
and I on Christmas we wed
welcoming new beginnings
12/14/2022
A December Memento Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
I chanced on a lady in waiting,
That kissed me.
And called me Baby.
"I say, hey,
It's a mistake, Lady.
You can kiss me Again,
But Your Husband,
Is Me, Matey...Baby.
Luv Ya Son.
CVN 72, Thank You.
That's Abe Lincoln, Matey.
H.Elless
Total Rogue.
I never asked you to dance
in the moonlight
by the pool of St. Martins statue.
I never saw you
sweep your hands
over the plains lovegrass
of a dewy field,
making them bend with you
and against you.
I never asked
what was your
dancer’s name.
You were a dancer
a lifetime ago,
before the babies
came, grew
and were gone.
There is
and was
and never
will be again,
the first~
glimpse
blush
flutter
brush
touch
cuddle
caress.
There is
and was
and never
will be again,
the first~
hope
honor
promise
pledge
solemn
oath
vow.
There is
and was
and never
will be again,
the first~
breath
whisper
word
maxim:
you
me
us.
Under Moonlights at Bay
Selenophile:
You sure look good;
What does it mean:
When they say “Moonlights at bay.”
If you only knew:
How much I do love you.
Then this world;
It would seem a better place.
I will always love you:
My moons love;
I will always love you.
I know you're up there.
And you can carry it:
My love, as I do;
I still have a flame for you.
You completed me:
When you were here.
You still complete me enough.
You were going:
God chose you for a time;
You suffered, I, left behind!
To stand and say these words:
The words that meant the most,
I still love you.
But, you sure look good;
Under "Moonlights at Bay."
One nightfall,
fistful of moons ago
A harvest moon
was in full view.
Her hands clasped
around his neck
When he held her close
and kissed her,
time stood still.
All the stars
in the twilight sky
aligned.
The passion
in their eyes, aglow
They foxtrotted;
serenaded
by a hermit thrush.
Lost in nirvana
were they
A nightfall
so magical.
Unforgettable.
Submitted for...
''N'' Poems, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date submitted: 09/19/2021
Former title: One Nightfall
Theme chosen: Nightfall
Date originally written: 02/14/2021
Hard-working, calloused hands
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file,
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain,
my arm hairs stand erect.
11-7-19
his solemn promise
to kiss away her teardrops...
always, forever
Date written: 10/04/2019