Famous Short Wedding Poems

Famous Short Wedding Poems. Short Wedding Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Wedding short poems

On A Wedding Anniversary  

 The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.


Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every tune or crater
Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house.


Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.

Good - Better - Best  

 When young, in tones quite positive
I said, "The world shall see
That I can keep myself from sin;
A good man I will be.
"

But when I loved Miss Kate St.
 Clair
'Twas thus my musing ran:
"I cannot be compared with her;
I'll be a better man.
"

'Twas at the wedding of a friend
(He married Kate St.
 Clair)
That I became superlative,
For I was "best man" there.

The Cherry Trees  

 The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.

At The Wedding March  

 God with honour hang your head,
Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed
With lissome scions, sweet scions,
Out of hallowed bodies bred.
 
Each be other's comfort kind:
Déep, déeper than divined,
Divine charity, dear charity,
Fast you ever, fast bind.
 

Then let the March tread our ears:
I to him turn with tears
Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock,
Déals tríumph and immortal years.

At a Hasty Wedding  

 If hours be years the twain are blest, 
For now they solace swift desire 
By bonds of every bond the best, 
If hours be years.
 The twain are blest 
Do eastern stars slope never west, 
Nor pallid ashes follow fire: 
If hours be years the twain are blest, 
For now they solace swift desire.

A Brown Girl Dead  

 With two white roses on her breasts, 
White candles at head and feet, 
Dark Madonna of the grave she rests; 
Lord Death has found her sweet.


Her mother pawned her wedding ring
To lay her out in white; 
She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing
to see herself tonight.

Wedding  

 Each strips his own skin 
Each bares his own constellation 
Which has never seen the night 

Each fills his skin with rocks 
And plays with it 
Lit by his own stars 

Who doesn't stop till dawn 
Who doesn't bat an eyelid or fall 
Earns his own skin 

(This game is rarely played)

Street Window  

 THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger,
And how far hunger has eaten the heart
Of one who comes with an old keepsake.

Here are wedding rings and baby bracelets,
Scarf pins and shoe buckles, jeweled garters,
Old-fashioned knives with inlaid handles,
Watches of old gold and silver,
Old coins worn with finger-marks.

They tell stories.

Burnie Bee  

Burnie bee, burnie bee,
Tell me when your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.

Letter S  

 THE RIVER is gold under a sunset of Illinois.

It is a molten gold someone pours and changes.

A woman mixing a wedding cake of butter and eggs
Knows what the sunset is pouring on the river here.

The river twists in a letter S.

 A gold S now speaks to the Illinois sky.

THE BRIDE-CAKE  

 This day, my Julia, thou must make
For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake:
Knead but the dough, and it will be
To paste of almonds turn'd by thee;
Or kiss it thou but once or twice,
And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.