#spouse
The flowers died on Monday.
But I stayed.
Long after everyone left.
And the sun started to dip.
The birds began to nest.
I stayed.
Long after the rain soaked us.
And the night embraced.
I stayed.
Hoping to see you smile at me.
Asking for your favourite flowers again.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
If I ever break your heart
Or fracture your trust,
Never forgive me.
Forgive me not
If I ever betray you—
Curse my soul forever to rot.
Oh honey, I promise you
To remain your husband,
In health or otherwise.
I shall be yours—
Exclusively.
Always.
Yours I am—
Today, tomorrow, and forever,
In joy and in gloom.
But should I lose my faith,
Curse me without mercy;
I shall suffer for it.
You descended into my life;
You I shall forever prize—
My one and only wife.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
He laid out some towels
She set a bucket right on top
The outside pitter patter
Echoed closely by drip drop
She plopped down on the couch and said
“I hate our leaky roof…”
He cozied up right next to her
“We’re newlyweds, it’s cute!”
The dog had left a pungent gift
Spread out across the floor
They tied cloth over their noses
Prepared to go to war
They scrubbed the ground on hands and knees
He, unusually mute
She poked his side with smiling eyes
“We’re newlyweds, it’s cute!”
Baby two cried till blue
Every other hour
And baby one learned to run
Too young for such a power
People seemed to judge and stare
Her cheeks turned rosy red
He raised his voice, ignoring glares
“It’s cute! We’re newlyweds!”
She zipped up the dress
He escorted down the aisle
And gave away his baby girl
His heart in full denial
The newfound silence of their home
Was echoed in his head
She played their own first dance song
“It’s cute, we’re newlyweds”
Years spilled by, the kids had kids
Less heed was paid to clocks
Days now passed in reading chairs
With simple meals and long walks
They shuffled down the sidewalk
At a careful, measured pace
Their scooting right in sync,
A peculiar kind of grace
She paused to rub her fingers
His hands were also wrung
She raised her deep-set eyes to his
“Do you ever miss when we were young?”
His wrinkles seemed to lengthen
As a gleam came to his eye
His mind replaying memories
Of leaky roofs and a youthful bride
Then he looked at the woman beside him
Drooped by the weight of long life
And for a moment he stayed silent
Overwhelmed by his beautiful wife...
“I don’t miss when we were young
Though time has worn us down
The love I had for you back then
Cannot compare to now
I’ll brave a thousand achey bones
Just to take slow walks with you.
Besides,” he took her hand in his
“We’re newlyweds, it’s cute.”
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 12:08 AM UTC
Big
Bigfoot's
Big feet
Big smell
Big sweet.
Big ****
Big life
Big love
Big wife.
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
Writing a poem for you
Is difficult—
Putting 10 years into words,
Would fill an entire book.
So how do I fit it into a poem?
When I could write
A hundred verses on your smile,
That brightens my day,
A thousand verses
On your laughter,
That makes my heart glow.
A million verses on your soul,
That was meant to find mine.
Writing a poem for you
Is difficult,
Because you are
The biggest piece of my world.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
Tell me your likes,
But emphasize on your dislikes.
I want to impress you,
But more than that,
I want to conform with your desires.
Also, tell me what you like about me,
And while pointing at my greys, just feel free.
We're strangers with a great potential,
Don't procrastinate much,
And just let yourself come closer to me,
I'll protect you, and I'll kindle you,
Dear, you I'll encourage,
I'll also facilitate your success,
Not because I seek credit, but because I love you.
There's an age gap between us,
But it's still less than a decade,
I know you are young and ambitious,
Don't fear me, you I will nurture,
And don’t worry, please remember,
I'll never obstruct your career,
You have told me your aspirations.
You still have half-a-decade,
And I can advise you, dear,
You I can suggest strategies,
You're going to be a teacher,
And I know that you aim higher,
I refer to that dream of yours,
Through you, I can live my dreams.
We're made for each other,
In you, I see a young but mature lady,
I can read faces, like I did that day,
Yes, I'll always read how much it'll bother,
If you're sensitive, so am I,
I know that you like me,
You should accept my care.
You are close to your grandpa,
I don't say that I can love you like him,
Or even your parents, dear,
But my mother will be gratified,
And so will be my father,
You'll receive a similar care like your home,
And my romance, it will be your bonus.
This is a love letter filled with deep promises,
I'll let you follow your heart,
And try to keep you close,
Or rather I'll be there like an umbrella,
Shielding you from the torrential shower,
Let me bear the responsibility,
Just trust me once and be my wife,
I'll shield both you and our child,
From the necessary evils of modern life,
And also the unwanted stares of the society.
Your acceptance of my love will be my gratification,
Eventually, even you will love me,
I know that I hurt you,
But I did so to let you know what hurt me,
You're jealous about my other friends,
So am I, buddy, so am I about yours,
Relax, just relax and embrace me.
Apr 8, 2024
Apr 8, 2024 at 6:08 AM UTC
Doing time with my spouse,
feels like climbing a mountain.
Apr 7, 2024
Apr 7, 2024 at 3:34 AM UTC
Whirring hum of the ceiling fan
Rhythmic rattle of the chains
Soft caress of a manufactured breeze
Heart beat against my ear
Steady breath to calm my racing mind
Safety surrounding me
Late night
With no light
Besides the dim screen of my phone
Gentle snores
And twitching muscles
My bedtime companion
Safety
Peace
Relief
Home
Sep 26, 2023
Sep 26, 2023 at 11:06 PM UTC
Deep sense of affection devoured her cold heart
Running warm blood through her veins
Feelings of comfort as Love starts
He takes her hand and they romanced across the floor
Mistakes are made because she’s so use to being in control
Bright lights are watching so he genuinely ask to switch roles
One step at a time they learn from each other
Didn’t allow those bright flashing lights to distract them
They grew to be eternal lovers
The root of any relationship is UNDERSTANDING because their precious love is demanding
As he tossed her up with a firm grip on her waist
She threw her hands up while he slowly spun in a circle
It appears signs of happiness and freedom from pain; cheering had gained as the lights dimmed purple...
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
To My Kingdom Spouse:
I want your love
healthy and black
I promise to reflect it
give me your heart
and I'll keep it safe
I promise never to neglect it
I want to love you
in a way that makes doubting God
impossible
you can come to me
vulnerably
I promise to be responsible
with your secrets
I'm not playing games
baby, I am for real
I am yours today and forever more
with an oath to God
I'll seal the deal
under one condition
that you'll be only mine
and I'll be only yours
well stand under an open heaven
open windows
and open doors
For generations
our children will recall
the love we shared
they will know the truth
that the same type of love
can also be theirs
Strong
Healthy
and BLACK
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 12:23 PM UTC
The advice was
'Support him,
try to help him.
He needs sleep when he’s tired
(even if it’s all day).'
'Try to talk to him,
he’s hurting inside.
Help him,
he needs you.'
I believed that,
and I tried.
I tried until
I felt almost gone
My words disappeared!
A glass pane formed
between myself and the world.
I didn't know
I could go too far.
Give too much support.
No-one says that,
who would have thought?
I didn’t know
support can become a crutch.
He could settle,
no need to improve.
Who would have thought?
Depression is real.
It just doesn’t mean
that you are first always,
or that you don't need to try
or talk to your spouse.
That was just -
taking advantage.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Joy in the Morning
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandparents George Edwin Hurt and Christine Ena Hurt
There will be joy in the morning
now this long twilight is over
and their separation has ended.
For fourteen years, he had not seen her
whom he first befriended,
then courted and married.
Let there be joy, and no mourning,
for now in his arms she is carried
over a threshold vastly sweeter.
He never lost her; she only tarried
until he was able to meet her.
Keywords/Tags: George Edwin Hurt Christine Ena Spouse reunited heaven joy together forever
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
Joy in the Morning
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandparents George Edwin Hurt and Christine Ena Hurt
There will be joy in the morning
now this long twilight is over
and their separation has ended.
For fourteen years, he had not seen her
whom he first befriended,
then courted and married.
Let there be joy, and no mourning,
for now in his arms she is carried
over a threshold vastly sweeter.
He never lost her; she only tarried
until he was able to meet her.
Keywords/Tags: George Edwin Hurt Christine Ena Spouse reunited heaven joy together forever
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
Our beautiful castle
Was only made of sand
Packed tight but fragile
Crashed by the furious shore
It took away our castle
Grain by grain into the sea
I watched it wash away
Slowly with grief
My love stayed bright
I built a lighthouse on that shore
To shine brilliant towards you
So you can find me again
It flickers off and on
Grows weary with time
But I will wait and not burn out
Because I know you’re mine
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
These are the days of blue
Days of sadness
Of the torn away days
That last too long
I wish I could hold them for you
In a big paper sack
Recycle them into new
Instead all I can try to do
Is hold onto your pain
While you go away and hide
From these days of blue
I know he would tell you too
The son the brother
The husband the father
Most of all the friend
Grief he understood
He knew sadness and pain
He held the losses for many
If he could
He would change the color
For you
From blue to a new hue
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
She doesn't wear sunglasses
to be hot or cool
She doesn't wear them
as a fashion statement
She doesn't even wear them
while in the throes of mysteria
She simply wears them
to hide the bruises
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll love me back and
he will be mine.
Fingers at ready
on my old bookshelf,
waiting for the right
words to appear.
Waiting forever,
dust has now settled.
Maybe I should just
write my own tale.
It is not easy
when you’ve been lonely.
It is not simple
when there’s a loss.
Imprint on my ring
finger is still there.
I rub it often
so it will fade.
It has been too long
and I must move on.
This new passion is
warm to the touch.
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll walk away and
I will stay true.
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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
The golden sun
Sets on the oceanic view
Kissing the traveler
That fumbled his way
through the soft sand.
The traveler mourned
for the touch of his
spouses warm embrace
But all he could
do was watch her
From his unearthly plane
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
leapt out of bed
groggy head spins
spouse said hurry!
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
Adrift
Bereft
I'm shipwrecked without you
Broken and foundering
Can't let go
I won't let go
What remains is more
Than a keepsake
It's a lifetime together
Treasures that sparkle
Like the sunbeams
At noontide
Where children and dreams
Befriended
Splash and play
The boat to shore is slipping
From its mooring and I'm
But one grasp away from losing it
I must first breathe
Then summon a strength
To sail on
Such departure is agony
An anguish rending
My heart in two
I can give nothing but words
You can no longer hear
A touch you cannot feel
But I offer them
Without reserve
A declaration of love
A betiding of elegies that somehow
Must suffice as
Our ill-timed parting
A remnant of us
An ember of this love
Will burn
Like flares
And light up the sky
Into the unknown
For now I must go
My pilgrimage for shore
In pieces and alone
Remembering I've only
Lost you to your rest
Until a morning awakening
Oh, what solace
Adieu, my love
Sleep well
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
I hope for brighter future
I hope that I'll be bright
I hope beggars find nurture
And place to spend the night
I hope that you find love
Have children and a spouse
I hope you'll have enough
My hopes could build a house
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC