Husband Poems
#husband
Husband poems, poetry about or for your husband, and poems about what it means to be a husband. Explore the ups and downs of married life, partnership, love and a lifelong commitment. Husband poems may include poetry which dispels or reinforces stereotypes about husbands.
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 3:01pm
20th Aug 2022 3:01pm
Stoner
I took a pebble to remind me of you
returned again, to what I once knew
to dream a memory, escape from the now
and go to our place outside this dark hour
A stone I placed upon my altar
prayed my waking world would falter
smoothed by time in weathered friction
clouds replaced by blue skied fiction
Washed in youth's imagination
formed in loosing's cruel abrasion
fading rough reality
leaving recall's fantasy
There stays a rock upon my shrine
a photograph of once in time
to hold you in the palm of moment ...
returned again, to what I once knew
to dream a memory, escape from the now
and go to our place outside this dark hour
A stone I placed upon my altar
prayed my waking world would falter
smoothed by time in weathered friction
clouds replaced by blue skied fiction
Washed in youth's imagination
formed in loosing's cruel abrasion
fading rough reality
leaving recall's fantasy
There stays a rock upon my shrine
a photograph of once in time
to hold you in the palm of moment ...
#happiness
#love
#husband
#marriage
#lover
80 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 6:32am
11th Aug 2022 6:32am
The Virgin Bride
The Virgin Bride
You stand at the counter
glowing like the female essence
as you try on perfume.
The scent lingers
as I breathe each exhalation
My gaze follows your back.
Your black dress clings to your derriere
like a second skin.
“Only one person allowed in the dressing room.”
“She has a bad back and needs help dressing.
I am her husband.”
“Well, my boyfriend helps me dress,
and my back is fit as a fiddle.
Just behave yourselves in there.”
“She’ll keep her lingerie on. I’ll see to that.” ...
You stand at the counter
glowing like the female essence
as you try on perfume.
The scent lingers
as I breathe each exhalation
My gaze follows your back.
Your black dress clings to your derriere
like a second skin.
“Only one person allowed in the dressing room.”
“She has a bad back and needs help dressing.
I am her husband.”
“Well, my boyfriend helps me dress,
and my back is fit as a fiddle.
Just behave yourselves in there.”
“She’ll keep her lingerie on. I’ll see to that.” ...
#wife
#husband
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
110 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 3:56pm
4th Aug 2022 3:56pm
post office
the being was the being was the being was
beheaded by the country's navy...
...
..., bled slowly, ...
its parts scattered like ashes
the doors
open open open open
there is a taxi waiting
there is a taxi that is not
either in wait or in wait
was the being that had been
...
PAR
beheaded by the country's navy...
...
..., bled slowly, ...
its parts scattered like ashes
the doors
open open open open
there is a taxi waiting
there is a taxi that is not
either in wait or in wait
was the being that had been
...
PAR
#love
#kindness
#husband
#boyfriend
#men
58 reads
2 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 4:08pm
3rd Aug 2022 4:08pm
No longer nothing
In the delta of me he flies
dead space filled by his breath
my impatience met his waiting
an abyss, pervaded by his atoms
His echo resonates through my chambres
bringing my stillness to quaking
desert flood with his seas
time, measured by the stars' shift
At parabolic midnight, he ignites the moon
by day he is the boundless blue
my empty cup, poured with his sencha
dense, iron mist, lifted to lucidity
Silent waters break upon his crest
lost in the black void, split into spectrum light
the lonely awareness,...
dead space filled by his breath
my impatience met his waiting
an abyss, pervaded by his atoms
His echo resonates through my chambres
bringing my stillness to quaking
desert flood with his seas
time, measured by the stars' shift
At parabolic midnight, he ignites the moon
by day he is the boundless blue
my empty cup, poured with his sencha
dense, iron mist, lifted to lucidity
Silent waters break upon his crest
lost in the black void, split into spectrum light
the lonely awareness,...
#love
#husband
#relationships
#marriage
#FallingInLove
137 reads
4 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 00:02am
3rd Aug 2022 00:02am
untitled1
He saved me from my self loathing
spurred me on in my inner battles
guides my emotions, like I'm the kite in his wind
he doesn't show emotion much, but love is in action
in his constant gardening of my soul
he crafts me like his bonsai
bending me to his image;
strong, humble, economical, beautiful.
He crafts a woman of me
to his masculine strength I am bowed,
shaped and made new; softened
til my spirit, once a raging fire
is now a soft, gentle, autumn breeze
He is my soft, golden sand upon which I bathe
in his...
spurred me on in my inner battles
guides my emotions, like I'm the kite in his wind
he doesn't show emotion much, but love is in action
in his constant gardening of my soul
he crafts me like his bonsai
bending me to his image;
strong, humble, economical, beautiful.
He crafts a woman of me
to his masculine strength I am bowed,
shaped and made new; softened
til my spirit, once a raging fire
is now a soft, gentle, autumn breeze
He is my soft, golden sand upon which I bathe
in his...
#love
#husband
#relationships
#lover
#FallingInLove
153 reads
9 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
21st Jul 2022 7:45pm
21st Jul 2022 7:45pm
Dreaming In White
Blackness of mind subsides
into the void of conscious drift
ancient space of my ancestors
emerges light
chattle illuminated white;
purified illusion
ungraspable
My love, supine on my lap
tranquil in sleep within sleep
ancestors gone,
waking world,
and he
dissolved from corporeal
into an imagining;
I,
creator of this world;
primordial mind
emerged to the colour of yet another reality
brilliant in its kaleidoscopic array
gone is an intangible, monochromatic...
into the void of conscious drift
ancient space of my ancestors
emerges light
chattle illuminated white;
purified illusion
ungraspable
My love, supine on my lap
tranquil in sleep within sleep
ancestors gone,
waking world,
and he
dissolved from corporeal
into an imagining;
I,
creator of this world;
primordial mind
emerged to the colour of yet another reality
brilliant in its kaleidoscopic array
gone is an intangible, monochromatic...
#love
#husband
#dreams
84 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
19th Jul 2022 11:35am
19th Jul 2022 11:35am
I Couldn’t Breath
#husband
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
#deception
172 reads
9 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
10th Jul 2022 5:44pm
10th Jul 2022 5:44pm
The Harvest
The Harvest had just begun at a Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
Brother and Sister Brown arrived there early in fancy clothes.
The stingy couple did not bring any gifts for the Harvest.
A mouthy deacon with prying eyes approached them at the gate.
“Good morning, Brother and Sister Brown,” he said heartily.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown politely returned the greeting.
The inquisitive deacon immediately asked Mrs. Brown,
“Why did you and your husband come here with empty hands?”
“You didn’t even bring a dozen eggs for the harvest,” he added.
Mr. Brown said...
Brother and Sister Brown arrived there early in fancy clothes.
The stingy couple did not bring any gifts for the Harvest.
A mouthy deacon with prying eyes approached them at the gate.
“Good morning, Brother and Sister Brown,” he said heartily.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown politely returned the greeting.
The inquisitive deacon immediately asked Mrs. Brown,
“Why did you and your husband come here with empty hands?”
“You didn’t even bring a dozen eggs for the harvest,” he added.
Mr. Brown said...
#wife
#husband
#religion #funny
#religion #funny
90 reads
5 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 3:21pm
8th Jul 2022 3:21pm
Without coffee or remorse
I like cops and married women for
the same reasons:
They’re pissed at the world,
they fuck fast
and they
keep their
mouths shut.
So I texted a cop
I’d once done a ride-along with,
because while
I read porn,
my husband
and our girlfriend
talked about
baby names.
It punched a hole
in me.
Something gaping
and ugly.
And I wanted to fill it.
With you.
With you.
I wanted to feel all that
tension,
that heat
that...
the same reasons:
They’re pissed at the world,
they fuck fast
and they
keep their
mouths shut.
So I texted a cop
I’d once done a ride-along with,
because while
I read porn,
my husband
and our girlfriend
talked about
baby names.
It punched a hole
in me.
Something gaping
and ugly.
And I wanted to fill it.
With you.
With you.
I wanted to feel all that
tension,
that heat
that...
#husband
#girlfriend
#sex
#lover
#emptiness
206 reads
10 Comments
Markis
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 1:01pm
23rd Jun 2022 1:01pm
Of kings and queens
I used to dream of o Kingdom,
I used to see you as a Queen
and my self as the Most Powerfull of all
And the dream, as they always do,
shaterd!
there is no Kingdom
There is no Power above all
There is nothing left..
But a Queen...
You asked me Why?
I said just because...
can't you see?
Oh darlin'... can't you see?
You rule my world.
You're a poor man's dream
You're a rich man's downfall
can't you see
you made a King out of me?
I used to see you as a Queen
and my self as the Most Powerfull of all
And the dream, as they always do,
shaterd!
there is no Kingdom
There is no Power above all
There is nothing left..
But a Queen...
You asked me Why?
I said just because...
can't you see?
Oh darlin'... can't you see?
You rule my world.
You're a poor man's dream
You're a rich man's downfall
can't you see
you made a King out of me?
#love
#wife
#husband
73 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2022 9:09pm
2nd Jun 2022 9:09pm
my him -
-
You deserve joy,
ever fleck of skin,
every inch of tenderness,
every worst thought you've had,
and no one wins,
no one bathes themselves in light, love,
no one comes out pure,
no one says the right thing,
and no one is harmless,
and no one is free,
no one is predestined,
no one is merciless,
no one is uninvolved,
we are all smatterings of joy and sadness,
a peeling and regrowing in our undersides,
we are capable of self sacrifice,
and malice
and faith
and error,
and wisdom
and...
You deserve joy,
ever fleck of skin,
every inch of tenderness,
every worst thought you've had,
and no one wins,
no one bathes themselves in light, love,
no one comes out pure,
no one says the right thing,
and no one is harmless,
and no one is free,
no one is predestined,
no one is merciless,
no one is uninvolved,
we are all smatterings of joy and sadness,
a peeling and regrowing in our undersides,
we are capable of self sacrifice,
and malice
and faith
and error,
and wisdom
and...
#love
#husband
203 reads
0 Comments
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
30th May 2022 5:02am
30th May 2022 5:02am
Dream Entry: Disgusted
In one particular moment, upon the dream I had of you.
You couldn't look me directly in the eyes, was it really that terrifying gazing into the eyes of the procurer of hate?
Or did you see something that shook you to the core?
You kept looking at my feet, head down and unable to stare upon me.
Even though, I had fully undressed.
I wanted to test that will power of yours, a creep obsessed with a perceivably female presenting body.
The one who disrespects consent blatantly.
But you seemed too scared to lift your gaze...
You couldn't look me directly in the eyes, was it really that terrifying gazing into the eyes of the procurer of hate?
Or did you see something that shook you to the core?
You kept looking at my feet, head down and unable to stare upon me.
Even though, I had fully undressed.
I wanted to test that will power of yours, a creep obsessed with a perceivably female presenting body.
The one who disrespects consent blatantly.
But you seemed too scared to lift your gaze...
#jealousy
#husband
#relationships
#dreams
#sleep
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