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Famous Short Marriage Poems. Short Marriage Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Ogden Nash

A Word to Husbands

 To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.


by John Clare

The Cuckoo

 Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, 
They fail as husbands and as wives, 
Therefore they cynically disparage 
Everybody else's marriage.


by Richard Brautigan

December 30

 At 1:30 in the morning a fart 
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed to write this down without my glasses on.


by John Montague

The Golden Hook

 Two fish float:

one slowly downstream
into the warm
currents of the known

the other tugging
against the stream,
disconsolate twin,

the golden 
marriage hook
tearing its throat.


by Emily Dickinson

Given in Marriage unto Thee

 Given in Marriage unto Thee
Oh thou Celestial Host --
Bride of the Father and the Son
Bride of the Holy Ghost.
Other Betrothal shall dissolve -- Wedlock of Will, decay -- Only the Keeper of this Ring Conquer Mortality --


by Denise Levertov

The Ache Of Marriage

 The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each

It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.


by Margaret Atwood

Habitation

 Marriage is not 
a house or even a tent 

it is before that, and colder: 

The edge of the forest, the edge 
of the desert 
 the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat 
outside, eating popcorn 

where painfully and with wonder 
at having survived even 
this far 

we are learning to make fire


by Barry Tebb

MY ONLY VALENTINE

 Your voice on the telephone

Hushes the storm in my heart

Lightning strikes twice

In the same place.
I cannot picture your face No photograph, no keepsake, No letters scented with your smile, No ring or marriage bed.
Your kisses were the best I ever had, my first, My only valentine.


by William Butler Yeats

That The Night Come

 She lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
The common good of life,
But lived as 'twere a king
That packed his marriage day
With banneret and pennon,
Trumpet and kettledrum,
And the outrageous cannon,
To bundle time away
That the night come.


by Ben Jonson

To Sir Luckless Woo-All


XLVI.
 ? TO SIR LUCKLESS WOO-ALL.
  
Is this the sir, who, some waste wife to win,
A knight-hood bought, to go a wooing in?
'Tis LUCKLESS, he that took up one on band
To pay at's day of marriage.
By my hand
The knight-wright's cheated then !  he'll never pay :
Yes, now he wears his knighthood every day.


by Denise Levertov

Adams Complaint

 Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
The bread, the salt, white meat and dark, still hungry.
The marriage bed and the cradle, still empty arms.
You give them land, their own earth under their feet, still they take to the roads.
And water: dig them the deepest well, still it's not deep enough to drink the moon from.


by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Move Eastward Happy Earth

 Move eastward, happy earth, and leave 
Yon orange sunset waning slow: 
From fringes of the faded eve, 
O, happy planet, eastward go: 
Till over thy dark shoulder glow 
Thy silver sister world, and rise 
To glass herself in dewey eyes 
That watch me from the glen below.
Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night.


by Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Bridal

 Last night a pale young Moon was wed
Unto the amorous, eager Sea;
Her maiden veil of mist she wore
His kingly purple vesture, he.
With her a bridal train of stars Walked sisterly through shadows dim, And, master minstrel of the world, The great Wind sang the marriage hymn.
Thus came she down the silent sky Unto the Sea her faith to plight, And the grave priest who wedded them Was ancient, sombre-mantled Night.


by Anne Kingsmill Finch

The Marriage of Edward Herbert Esquire and Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert

 CUPID one day ask'd his Mother, 
When she meant that he shou'd Wed? 
You're too Young, my Boy, she said: 
Nor has Nature made another 
Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.
Cupid then her Sight directed To a lately Wedded Pair; Where Himself the Match effected; They as Youthful, they as Fair.
Having by Example carry'd This first Point in the Dispute; WORSELEY next he said's not Marry'd: Her's with Cupid's Charms may suit