Personification Wedding Poems | Personification Poems About Wedding
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She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...
maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"
the spider web is officially constructed
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
A promise made, our wedding day
From this day forward and alway
In times of sun, in times of shade
Our wedding day, a promise made.
Of our sacred vow, I’ve no regret
Our love has grown still deeper yet
To the point I do say now
I’ve no regret of our sacred vow.
That beautiful day, our covenant
Sealed with a kiss, we’ll not repent
Commitment from which we will not stray
Our covenant, that beautiful day.
A work of art, our blessed marriage
Enduring affection we will not disparage
The colors do mingle, till death do us part
Our blessed marriage, a work of art.
Written from my heart. Submitted as an entry for Form P contest sponsored by Broken Wing
Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017
Regimented in rows
Shoulder to shoulder
Front to back
Ready to explode
At a moments notice
In the ranks
With slender neck
Stylish and sophisticated
She stands sparkling
Womanly wide hips
Sexily swarve and supreme
Her bubbly presence
Stands out in a crowd
The perfect partner
Together folk clink
As flutes play tribute
Celebrating special occasion
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
The eyes of God are in these eyes standing here when I look at you.
My salvation! You’re honest and true crying real teardrops of heartfelt tears.
As the Sun sets by night and rises to the dawning of our blessed brand new day,
I Wed Thee to the very best of the all there’ll ever be of me.
I promise to cherish the smile upon your face and to conquer your early morning hidden fears
I promise to abide abundantly to a heavenly scent that comes from me through you,
Forever I’m your lock and you my Master Key!
The eyes of God are in the eyes of you!
My breath, my life, and all of my existing meaning,
I do Wed the “Most Honorable Husband in Thee”!
As the Moon lights the evening skies and fulfills these promising days,
I Wed Thee to everything God ever meant for you in this world to be.
I promise to adore your brilliance and to magnify your streaks of gold in the Sun’s blinding glare!
I Wed Thee to a most promising brand New prospering Year!
I promise to Love, Honor, and Respect your wisdom for many lives that shall follow and proceed!
Following you, I am always so very close when you’re near.
I Wed Thee and by these hands we shall forever be blessed and correctly fed.
I Wed Thee, by my God given name and I now declare our all a final by being done and said!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2002
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
That I might be a drop of the sweetest rain
To fall upon your face
Trace the lines of your lips
And rest inside your mouth
That I might be consumed
And evenly dispersed
Among your being
To give life to
To be united with
Copyright © Dianna Coleman | Year Posted 2006
Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way
(with what would turn out to be the first of our two daughters – i do say
determined and sealed the decision per our rolling in the figurative hay
to wed said mother of thine deux female progeny
on an agreed (in Linkin Park) upon a green day.
Both of us happened to be older grown offspring at ten times thrice
Or three plus decades to be generally precise
our fate sealed sans no hup hauling clay dice.
Said age difference approximately a year and a half between us two,
and miserably living with parents, which o’er the years rancor grew.
I agreed to pledge my troth on the premise this writer
(christened Matthew Harris) aka king o one scott the lighter
found himself in the throes of becoming a potential mister mom)
per one dominant seminal striver a darwinian foo fighter.
Since neither of us took any precautions and thru caution to the wind
the inevitable (i.e. a so called bun in the oven) nonetheless
tasting supposed verboten fruits branded us as having sinned
took us by surprise and got us necessarily biologically pinned.
Even though a decision to tie the gordian knot (more like a noose)
per donning the role of future father tightened and n’er got loose
an inner conflict jostled thine inner being
against forming a legal wedded union – the deuce.
Prior to taking that legal vow to be husband and wife
until death doth us part before the justice of the peace
(which building matter of fact, happens to be
a hopper, skipper and jumper
from where this seat experiences posterior strife
because this gluteus maximus constitutes on bony arse
as if being cut by a knife
matrimonial bliss seemed like a pipe dream
in subsequent years only to spiral into a maelstrom of chaotic life.
In truth, the prospect to marry
in general mills and aforementioned gal in particular
hardly filled yours truly with giddy excitement
but a decision this troubadour wished to defer and tarry
even as of this writing thoughts meander envisioning
the bachelor life - since daughters grown and I feel self confidant
to manage the unforeseen challenges of life, and hence less wary.
Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017