Best Blushing Bride Poems
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
In a house where a maiden's dreams were crushed
An open seam forever left impaled
Discolored remnants of a wedding veil
Beneath a stitch in time that came too late
A silver needle sewed her final fate
A blushing bride she never was to be
A spinster was to be her destiny
The war years seemed like only yesterday'
As I gazed on the ruins and disarray
A mildewed wedding dress that stood in wait
Beneath layers of soggy tattered lace
Then beneath the leaking roof and fallen beams
I heard the humming of that old machine
As she tried to mend the dream that fell apart
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
A Special Poem for Will Helppi
A really fat cat named Chunky Charlie
From a town called Licketysplit Corner
Was renowned for a very interesting talent
As a world famous circus performer
His extra poundage added to the spectacle
People thought it was really appealing
They giggled to see him jiggle while juggling
Six tennis balls as he was kneeling
A pretty little kitty called Cuddly Cathie
Winked at him while watching him juggle
So trying to concentrate on his performance
He found it to be quite a struggle
In fact, near the end of Charlie's performance
Balls flew off in every direction
One ended up in the lap of Cuddly Cathie
He approached her with a very red complexion
He stuttered and stammered trying to apologize
Her beauty made him literally tongue tied
Instead of an apology these words stumbled out
"Will you be my pretty kitty cat bride?"
Not a moment went by, Cuddle Cathie replied
"Yes oh yes, I'll be your blushing bride"
Dear Charlie could hardly contain his emotions
He was absolutely brimming with pride
The moral of this tale is really quite obvious
Perseverance pays off sooner or later
You should never give up when reaching for a star
The rewards will never be greater!
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
She dreams of the happiest day of her life;
make vows and you become man and wife.
With such elegance and style
she’ll glide down the aisle
with a wide
smile.
Blushing bride,
her blue eyes beguile,
prays that their love is worthwhile,
filled with fun, contentment and no strife.
She dreams of the happiest day of her life.
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One last kiss of your ruby lips
one more touch of your loving hand
my eyes they are red and misty
and my heart begins to cry
I know it's not for forever
but it still hurts to say goodbye
You'll be living deep inside of me
in every breath that I will take
I'll hold you nightly in my dreams
and think of you when I wake
I'll count the hours til I see you
when you're finally by my side
I'll never let you leave me
when you become my blushing bride
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in church
watching the chocolate eyes
of the beautiful
but not proverbial blushing bride
I am chilled by this childish union
choking on
bitterness and broken inside
Wedding wines - rather champagne shines
and bubbly breakout of blushing bride.
Groom with giant heart, gracious, grateful - grips
her hand with his handsome wholeness. Helps
his lovely lady into limousine, longing for her lips.
Laps leaping, longing, leaving the crowd’s “so long!”
Cans chiming cheers. Crowd chuckles at car’s rear.
“Honeymoon here we come!” Coreen casts a shameless
glance at Glen. His green anticipation, Gable-debonair.
Goosebumps and gorgeous view - grand peaks
of her bosom buddies, brimming with lace and brouhaha.
His eyes - riveting, reveling, robust, ruddy and willing.
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Throbbing thirst, thistles ‘neath terrycloth, while he waits.
Anticipation hurts - artfully, agonizingly. Her appearance
in nascent negligée, nearly naughty, nearly a no-no,
but not, for they’ve tied the knot and into a knot they go.
Get’m tiger! Tongues tangoed, trip to Timbuktu, tipsy
and top-see and no toodaloo - a forever frou-frou.
Silk surrender, sliding, suspend her, satisfaction in space.
Stirring, sipping, inhabiting each other, sensational and sweet.
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Sheer boredom has me at this torpid end
Another rerun; please give me a break
The short list of scripts to which they pretend
I simply just can’t find one flying fake
Perhaps I’ll jump up on this tabletop
Do my best impression of Bill Shakespeare
It may resuscitate this boring flop
Nah, not now, my blushing bride is still here.
It doesn’t tire you out, this rehashed chatter?
To blab straight past glazed eyes, what could it bring?
Please wake me if you say something that matters
Until then, I’ll just twirl my wedding ring
It’s manna from heaven, my pager screams!
My wife winks, it’s time to go home and dream
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© Thomas W. Quigley
I have sold my mum on E.Bay.
My god my dad was mad.
He can"t believe i did it.
He thinks it"s really bad.
As to why i did it.
There"s reasons plain to see.
My mother is on my back.
Always hassling me.
She complains about my trainers.
She says they really stink.
Moans about the dishes.
That i leave in the sink.
I never make my bed right.
She gets me in a quandary.
States that i should help.
To do the household laundry!
Then every Sunday morning.
She really goes to far.
I have to help my dad.
Wash the family car.
Yes i sold my mum on E.Bay.
Then looked to far off lands.
To find a good replacement.
Post up the wedding bands.
Dad wont be to angry.
I will soon get him on side.
Because i have sent to Thailand.
For a brand new blushing bride.
At first it was ok.
We got on really well.
Then we discovered something.
That i can hardly tell.
I hope we get a refund.
I still have the receipt.
Let me tell you something.
There has been a big deceit.
It started in the bedroom.
I had to get a fan.
To bring my poor old dad round.
Our Thai bride was a man!
I want my mother back.
No matter what the price.
I am fed up eating chicken.
Along with Thailand rice!
"Will you get out of bed,
It is a brand new day,
It is nearly twenty past."
I hear my mother say.
I start to drift awake.
Then i start to beam.
Relief it surge"s through me.
It was a nasty dream.
My mother cant explain.
Why i changed my ways.
I"m really very helpful.
Not like the bad old days.
But if i am really honest.
I suppose i am quite bad.
I have just logged on to E.Bay.
To try and sell my DAD!
Fifty years, has it been so long?
It seems only yesterday
My blushing bride walked down the aisle
To give her heart away.
Freely did she give it
And gladly I received,
Then hand in hand down life's path
To walk it as we pleased.
Life has been good to you and me,
Though sometimes touched with sorrow,
But hand in hand we always knew
We could always face tomorrow.
I am content to walk with you
Until the very end,
My darling wife, my lover dear,
But most of all my friend.
What has happened to my muse?
It's not an easy thing to lose
Yet, it seems that I've misplaced it
Or, perhaps, I just erased it
In some absent-minded funk
(Lordy knows, I'm never drunk)
Maybe it's just up my sleeve
Waiting for a love's reprieve
Or stuffed deep inside a pocket
Hoping hopes a dream will rock it
Or perhaps behind the couch
Intent to end my writing slouch
Lost in darkness 'neath my bed
(A metaphor for "in my head")
Drifting on a spring-tide mistral
Or poised for ruin, in a pistol
Gossamer as an angel's wing
Or ebbing life, as sirens sing
Dancing on a moonlit sea
Bound for harbors, heavenly
In the grasp of horrors, dim
A last endeavor, chances, slim
Perhaps it's waiting just inside
The smile of a blushing bride
Or in the twisted roots of trees
A thousand angry honey bees
Framed like all the grandest art
Or served on silver, a' la carte
The promise of a mustard seed
Or in the depths of evil greed
The fevered itch of aged scars
Hot like dust, among the stars
See, that's the beauty of a muse
It hides inside whate'er we choose
Imagination sews its seam -
Bound only by how deep we dream
So, it was hiding, from the start
Within the chambers of my heart
And if your muse is missing, too
I'm sure that's where it waits ...
For YOU!
Written on May 10, 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2020
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Those poor much maligned dandelions
Always trying their very best
To be loved and cherished like other blossoms
Happiness is all they request
But for some strange reason unknown to man
They're the scourge of every lawn
Like you and me they just want to be wanted
Like a graceful, elegant swan
To be carried on the arm of a blushing bride
As part of her lovely bouquet
A congregation overcome with their beauty
A part of that memorable day
Those poor much maligned dandelions
Forever being sprayed and dug up
Then thrown away like some discarded weed
Not coveted like the sweet buttercup
To all the girls I've loved before
You know I always wanted more
But I could always see
Your love was not for me
But for a soulmate you adore
In dreams you found that love can grow
With someone you don't even know
And set my love aside
To be the blushing bride
In dreams where only you can go
I'm glad you found the time to share
The moments when we were a pair
Please live an happy life
As someone else's wife
But know that I shall always care
What's it like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
It's like being offered refills
Before your halfway through the glass
The freedom felt by a superhero
When he puts on the mask
That's what it's like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
What's it like loving you
Allow me to explain
It's like the first sight of your blushing bride
On your wedding day
It's like all the love you've stored up
The moment you give it away
That's what it's like loving you
Is the best way to explain
What's it like loving you
Thought you might want to know
It's like standing in the bright sunshine
And basking in it's glow
It's like hearing your favorite song
Played twice in a row on the radio
That's what it's like loving you
Thought you might want to know
I am begging pretty please
Put my doubtful mind at ease
Telling me what I am thinking
Will not leave me hurt and sinking
Into a state of pure despair
Can we please just clear the air
On what has been happening
With our passion disappearing
More and more from day to day
How did it just fade away
We used to hold each other tight
Morning sun till moonlit night
Strong and steady we were heading
To the picture perfect wedding
Now those dreams are in the past
My hopes of love are drowning fast
Big waves forming in a sea
By saddened tears cried by me
I just need a little notion
By a gesture of devotion
You still want me by your side
As a happy blushing bride