20 Short Wedding Poems

I am flying I am screaming over the world with a light heart Eternity just seems inadequate tonight Just lying here so unaware of everything This is so much more than nothing These stars came out just for us I can't think of anything other than you here with me

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.

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.

Baby you the key to my heart The love to my soul I hear your voice every were i go When i close my eye i see you in my vision My intuition setting like stint version I know my mind never play tricks on me That how i know you the one for me I swear i feel it, Honestly I dont know if you have a thing for me Dang I speak blasphemy I know i anit the man you lookinh for But i you give a chance Ill be the man you always dream of

Sitting alone in the sand dreaming The wind blowing, the waves crashing, it's all so beautiful But despite all of this, my mind is fixed on you Your eyes blue like the clear summer sky Your smile even prettier than all the sunsets combined This nature on the beach is nothing compared to you

The things little things I can adore keep me wanting to reach a shore of you, a ending place beginning door through a key hole climb see you traced in life in private space

Like a feather We are twined togther Like a kite We will take a long flight And see a beautiful sight Like a bird We will glide through the skies And there will be no lies To disguise our eyes And fly from above and below We will bestow our love forevermore LIke the sea There will be no ending and no beginning To the current that moves us Through the troubled waters To the waves that smoothes and soothes us Through the end of our days LIke I saw you from the beginning My love for you will not have an ending

If ever I am old, and all alone, I shall have killed one grief, at any rate; For then, thank God, I shall not have to wait Much longer for the sheaves that I have sown.
The devil only knows what I have done, But here I am, and here are six or eight Good friends, who most ingenuously prate About my songs to such and such a one.
But everything is all askew to-night,— As if the time were come, or almost come, For their untenanted mirage of me To lose itself and crumble out of sight, Like a tall ship that floats above the foam A little while, and then breaks utterly.

It's something meant to cherish, And is guarded, Oh, so well. The contents one will find inside Reflect this foreign cell. On its door contains a lock Made entirely of solid gold. Only one is able to open it And find treasures unforetold. Some hold tightly to its value And they keep it close to heart, While others may give it freely Right off from the very start. The thought to hold onto to Guide you through each day, Is to wait for that treasure Of equal value, to exchange On one's wedding day.

A FEAST was in a village spread,-- It was a wedding-day, they said.
The parlour of the inn I found, And saw the couples whirling round, Each lass attended by her lad, And all seem'd loving, blithe, and glad; But on my asking for the bride, A fellow with a stare, replied: "'Tis not the place that point to raise! We're only dancing in her honour; We now have danced three nights and days, And not bestowed one thought upon her.
" * * * * Whoe'er in life employs his eyes Such cases oft will recognise.
1821.
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Arriving late, I find the service almost done. They're waiting at the altar, the wiener and the bun. All ears now strain, to hear the parson's monolog, "And by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you one hot dog."

You've always been there for me Right from the start. Everything you do Comes straight from the heart. When I think of you My heart fills with love. And this feeling my dear Is what life is made of. You've given me passion, love, And total bliss. And all it took Was just one kiss. I knew from the moment I first lay eyes on you That a life without you in it Would just never do. I am honored that you chose me To be your wedded wife, And by your side I'll stay For the rest of my life. I Love You

We walked in oak cliff Down a street, Rosemount I believe a house, a dream we released this home It breathes,now underneath plastic, siding we conceive a life, a child That’s her room she could play My studio With windows build a entry way windows the kind that stick and resist Your fist on the frame But life exists In wood floors A scratch, on buffet what stories they tell what treasures in age

The deed has been done. Our new life has begun. Single life won't be missed. I'm filled with wedded bliss. A wondrous new beginning. Inside my heart is singing. I'm never looking back. You've made my soul relax. Each new day we grow together. Everyday has sunny weather. I've never known love as pure as this. I feel drunk and full of wedded bliss. With you, I have no reason to doubt. You make me whole, inside and out. Facing the future, together we stand. Walking life's roads, hand in hand.

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)

St.
John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast, The water-pots poured wine in such amount That by his sober count There were a hundred gallons at the least.
It made no earthly sense, unless to show How whatsoever love elects to bless Brims to a sweet excess That can without depletion overflow.
Which is to say that what love sees is true; That this world's fullness is not made but found.
Life hungers to abound And pour its plenty out for such as you.
Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine, I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter.
May you not lack for water, And may that water smack of Cana's wine.

My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well.
Nothing will come to fish it back up and onto my finger again.
It lies among keys to abandoned houses, nails waiting to be needed and hammered into some wall, telephone numbers with no names attached, idle paperclips.
It can't be given away for fear of bringing ill-luck.
It can't be sold for the marriage was good in its own time, though that time is gone.
Could some artificer beat into it bright stones, transform it into a dazzling circlet no one could take for solemn betrothal or to make promises living will not let them keep? Change it into a simple gift I could give in friendship?