Husband Thanks Poems | Examples
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Finally, everything was made possible
From just 'You and I', to 'Groom and Bride'
By our beloved and precious families
We walked the aisle of the church with blessed smiles.
Friends and well-wishers, who always stayed along,
Who prayed and blessed our journey.
Grateful to everyone for being a part of our wonderful story.
Thanks go first and last to my wife
My best friend, companion
the love of my life
She sticks with me through thick and thin
Which boggles my mind
reflecting on the jams we’ve been in
She tells me her darkest secrets, no matter how awful
I, in turn, return the favor ~
We've been through a 'jawful'
~ Entry in 'I Am Thankful For' contest ~
Sponsor: Tania Kitchen
Date: November 30, 2024
I wrote this poem around 2000 and won in the 4th Prize category of the Christian Poetry Association Competition. My poem was published in their “Destiny: Anthology of Verse”.
Thank You
By Michelle Morris
2000
Thank You Lord for this lovely day,
That You’re there for me, come what may.
Thank You for Your guiding light,
That shines for me each blessed night.
Thank You for the home I have,
Where I can hide, when things get bad.
Thank You for my food and water,
My devoted husband and my lovely daughter.
Thank You for electricity,
For my sanitation so necessary;
Thank You for my good health,
For opportunities to work towards wealth.
Thank You for my education,
A necessary gift for my blessed nation.
Thank You for giving us Your love,
Received in blessings from above.
Thank You for the teachings of Your Son,
Without Him we would all be none.
Thank You for Adam and Eve,
For creating us with the choice to believe.
Thank You for the earth, our globe,
Without its bounty we’d have no hope.
Thank You for the moon and stars,
That we can visualise Your greatness from afar.
© Michelle Morris, 2000
How much I pride this wreath of gold,
now vanquished in my war-torn soul
asunder from that once lost flesh,
receiving veil and fashioned mesh.
Oh God, you’ve heard my numerous rhymes.
my prayers in verse for wedded time.
On that day I’d danced to you.
For all my hopes have now come due.
One dance to him who gave himself,
a him for me, as no one else.
And then to God, I’d strip my gown.
With Holy Spirit then throw down.
Like David when the ark was bought
from foreign holders bravely sought,
a rhythm dance to African beat
on fresh bare soil with shoeless feet.
You might ask “What crazy fool?
A lovesick woman. Not too cool.”
These words be spoken, if you dare.
To God above my dance is prayer.
“In truth, my husband and I were persons of “quite different construction, different bent, completely dissimilar views.” But we always remained ourselves, in no way echoing nor currying favor with one another, neither of us trying to meddle with the other’s soul, neither I with his psyche nor he with mine. And in this way my good husband and I, both of us, felt ourselves free in spirit” Anna Dostoyevsky
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Thanksgiving is a time of year
To give thanks to those both far and near.
Be it family, friends, husband, or wife
Or someone else who impacts your life.
Impacting life could be good or bad
Like a deadbeat mom or dad.
Impactful lives help us grow
And at times may even make us glow.
Glowing from a glimmer of hope
In an effort to help us grow and cope.
Help us grow by knowing what we desire
Before that glimmer begins to expire.
When that desire begins to dim
A person’s heart could resent her or him.
The resentment could be from the “what-if’s”
Although others look at you as stuck up and stiff.
So, as you sit together with others
Be kind and thankful to your sisters and brothers.
Sisters and brothers need not be related
For in God’s eyes, we are all equally created.
Into blind rage he flew again
His neck veins bulged, his fists he closed
His wife could not remember when
She'd seen her man calm or composed
This time she screamed; she'd yelled out Stop!
Surprised and stunned, he lost his voice
Tempting fate, she'd ruled out cops
She prayed she'd made the wisest choice
His veins relaxed, his fists now hands
His voice returned, he told her thanks
She would not have to make demands
Resort to feline's cunning pranks
He managed to suppress his rage
Thanks to his wife, he turned the page
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
For the family from whose roots I came;
for the children that my spouse and I begot;
for the children that our children too begot . . .
I come to thee, God, with my thanks giving.
For the jobs I’ve had and the job I still hold;
for the work with which my husband has sustained us;
for the food on our tables and our many needs met . . .
I come to thee, God, with my thanks giving.
For the beauties of nature – the sights I have seen;
for the sounds, the smells, and the tastes I adore;
for friendships, talents, and all my blessings . . .
I come to thee, God, with my thanks giving.
Nov. 17, 2020 for the Thanksgiving Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
So many without work, losing hope.
I have a job, as does my husband.
We thank thee O Lord for our work blessings.
So many have lost family and friends
To this pandemic which seems to be worsening.
We thank thee O Lord that it has not touched our family.
So many have lost hope, feeling discouraged and despondent.
For sheltering in place has increased their depression and loneliness.
We thank thee O Lord that we have each other.
So many do not know how to entertain themselves, and they are bitter.
My husband is a drummer, and a designer. I am a poet, artist and cartoonist.
We thank thee O Lord that we have these wonderful blessings.
So many are sad and lonely, running out of strength and hope.
We issue them our prayers, hoping they will be uplifted and renewed.
Thank Thee O Lord in advance; we know you are there for them.
Written 11-11-2020
Contest: Thanksgivings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
a runaway train
blowing a warning
blasts me from my dream state
my heart is beating
as wildly as any antelope being eaten by a cheetah
I am weaker than a baby deer
wide awake for three hours
writing poetry which makes no sense
throwing my crumpled bruised words on the floor
My eyes begin to close so I wander back to my pillow
a tame zebra that belongs in a zoo begins to limp toward me
what am I going to do with it? I wonder. I do not even know what it eats.
The zebra opens his mouth and shows me vampire teeth
My concern turns to horror and I try to run
But I am pinned to my bed by a concrete gargoyle
Who is not allowing even my legs to move
I can feel my heart beating in a crazy weird way
I know the zebra is going to devour me.
But instead the gargoyle transmogrifies into a fire truck.
Gong. Gong. Gong. Gong. Gong.
I am late to work, no thanks to my husband
Who heard that stupid alarm going for twenty-three minutes.
Why didn’t you WAKE me up? I ask him.
Remember the time you had the dream about being a killer? He asks.
He still has a few scars.
There for me in my hour of need
surprising me with a small gift
How blessed am I …
your friendship is one I cherish
Always having time to listen
when we share a pot of tea
Now I bring shopping for you
to show my appreciation
Kindness and thoughtfulness
are so evident when we talk
So finally I can pay tribute
to my wonderful friend Chris
Thanks Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin
A tribute to my wonderful friend Chris Faragher who has been a tower of strength for me especially when my husband had his cancer surgery and I had no support from my parents and sister. Her friendship and support mean the world to me
06/21/20
Our cupboards are full of junk no one would ever eat.
My husband has this little buy-too-many groceries problem.
Especially if they are on sale.
"I'm saving you money,' says he.
Sure.
He saved me money on 9 $1 jugs of tea I took to school and the
teachers poured out in the sink.
Teachers!
The biggest scavengers on the face of the planet.
The ones who will eat or drink anything.
Usually.
I discovered two cans of a unique off-brand dog food in the
cupboard yesterday when I was in manic mood and cleaning
after 11 years of naught.
"Why didn't we give this to Sophie?" I asked.
"I tried," he admitted. "She stuck up her nose."
I saw our little pet opossum out there a few minutes later,
so I ran out and put down the off-brand dog food.
The opossum ran off,so I followed her.
Pushing the off-brand dog food closer to her lair.
At 3:30 in the afternoon it was still there,
in a giant lump. Uneaten. Untasted.
Yes, you are certainly saving me money
when even the opossum puts up her nose.
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a touch
an invitation
a warm embrace
a concrete gesture
a kind word
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a gift
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a call
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I love that you
don’t wait
for a
special
occasion
to show your
tenderness and affection
you are generous with your time
you give of yourself without restraint
your smile and laughter are contagious
you’re always thoughtful and considerate
you’re truly genuine and kindhearted
Thank you for the lovely bouquet
I lucked out when I married you, my darling, I love you
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on December 9, 2020 for contest MOST ORIGINAL by JULIET LIGON
on April 4, 2020 for contest STRAND POETRY PICK 1 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and April 2, 2018 for SOMETHING CONCRETE CONTEST sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY
My gift to you this day
would be to say,
I loved you
and thank you too
for all the things you did for me,
like trimming the trees
and “cutting the cheese”!
For calling me “honey”,
then spending my money
And fixing the sink,
then taking a drink.
For killing flies
and all the lies,
Wandering eyes
and your good-byes.
For being so lazy
and driving me crazy.
So Merry Christmas. dear.
I wish you weren’t q***r!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Dec. 17, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
How do I begin to express my gratitude
For the many blessings bestowed to us in 2015?
So many prayers were answered, that left me in awe
Of the unlimited power of the Divine and the Angels
Who have helped with every request no matter how large
Or small. They are my guiding light, always by my side.
I am most thankful that my husband was saved from
The brink of death with constant prayer and faith.
"Anything is possible with God", were my repeating
Lines to myself and others, and thankfully indeed it is!
Health is wealth and I am so thankful for that blessing.
I hold in my heart great gratitude for all my family and
Friends who prayed for us to have Divine healing.
I hope they know the power they gifted us in prayer.
We feel very wealthy indeed to have such help in need.
I am thankful for all my poetry friends who also said
Prayers for us and encouraged us with their support
And beautiful poetry that inspired and gave us hope.
2015 ended with us both looking forward to 2016!
Mahalo (thank you) to all who have been such a blessing.
Connie Marcum Wong
Jan. 10, 2016
God’s Plan for You
Though at times we may not understand
the way that our God moves,
so with each step and with each day
we walk and talk with Him and pray.
It took the grace of God to join
this woman with this man;
to bring the four of you into this world
was in His wondrous plan.
But, who can say why love grows cold
between a husband and his wife,
it seems to be one of many pains
that we suffer in this life.
I can only say my little ones
it didn’t start that way,
it started with love and happiness
much like a beautiful spring day.
Now I can say with peace in my heart
that I truly loved your dad,
and I did the very best I could
I gave him all that I had.
Love you,
Mom
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
November 1990 as a personal
Christmas gift for my four children