Best Fiancée Poems
This is the last poem on the history of Felicity, a person I know from correspondence with a friend abroad. No relation of mine.
In one year's time, I shall retire
What is there to look for?
Two of my daughters got married.
They live quite far from me.
Only Felicity remains, the middle one,
The one I loved most.
Mind you I paid for a grand wedding for both of them.
No favouritism would impede me from
Granting their wishes., but living far
I rarely see them especially as babies came
To brighten our humdrum life.
But where was Felicity? She spent so much time
At the hospital, except for our usual Sunday lunch.
Until one Sunday, a bomb blasted my brains.
Felicity had a fiancée, whom she invited
To our Sunday lunch. Was I angry? Confused?
He was a comely fellow, a brain surgeon to boot.
He promised to buy a house adjoining mine,
And a door would join both our houses.
Soon Felicity got married and what a wedding I paid.
They were the happiest couple on earth.
And soon she gave birth to a bundle of joy.
From that day on I did not act as a father
But a nanny for my lovely grandson.
(INNER BEAUTY) :
Words donot define beauty.
People donot define beauty.
Looks donot define beauty.
You define beauty
In your depth
In your speech,
In your mind.
Beauty is not about having a pretty face.
It is about having a pretty mind,a pretty heart
And most importantly a
Beautiful soul.
Some people have bad taste
Because they see only a pretty whitish complexion face,
When they look at their fiancée.
They say that beauty is skin deep.
Actually Beauty is not in the face
Beauty is light in the pure heart and pure soul.
Blessed are they
Who see beauty in humble places
Where other people see nothing.
There is a inner beauty about a woman.
Who believes in herself.
She knows well, she is capable of doing any thing,
That she puts her mind to.
There is a beauty in the strength and determination
Of a woman who follows her own right path,
She is not thrown off by obstacles along the way.
There is a beauty about a woman.
Whose confidence comes from experiences,
She knows when she fall,pick herself up and again move on.
You are like the ocean,pretty enough.on the surface,
But Dive down into your depths ,you will find beauty
Where most people never see.
I am strong because I know my weakness
I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws.
I am fearless because I learnt to recognise,illusion from Real.
I am wise because I learn from my Mistakes.
I am a lover because I have felt hate .
And I can laugh because I have known sadness.
Always remember that point
Beauty is on the inside and not outside,
If you are going to judge ,judge me by my pure heart and pure soul
And not by my skin colour.
My skin colour fades but my inner beauty of heart & soul stays.
God determines who walk into your life ,
Its up to you to decide who you let away ,who you let stay,
Who you refuse to let go.
Because Matches are decided on Heaven
And take place on Earth by Parents choices.
An inner happiness abode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless secure eternity of truth and beauty
And good things and joy made one .
By Aliza Mukhtiar (Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
My darling, we are approaching our special day,
Marrying you was a special day in my life.
We became one on a cool afternoon in May,
On that day, I went from your fiancée to wife.
As we celebrate that day, please know my love,
I look forward to spending a lifetime with you.
Sweetheart, you were a gift sent from up above,
Ever since I met you, I'm no longer sad and blue.
My darling, you are the beat of my beating heart,
Our union was a match made in heaven, my dear.
We had a special connection right from the start,
In your presence, my soul is filled with so much cheer.
Babe, when we met all those years ago, it was fate,
You are, without a doubt, my best friend and soulmate.
Contest: Anniversary Poetry
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
10/08/2022
I was 468 miles away,
thinkin’, “Baby, would ya catch me on the next one?”
The hairs on her arm would stick up
and she’d think to herself:
Ain’t no way he’s still thinkin’ ’bout me.
Well, listen, honey,
I know I’m a ramblin’, self-centered little prick,
but I gotta be honest—
I shoulda been the one to marry you.
Weeks pass and I forget
the smell of you,
the texture of your lips
and what they did to my soul…
but that’s not what I’m tryin’ to say.
My fiancée is in the other room,
likely entertainin’ a funner guy
who’d offer the moon.
I kill a pint of whiskey,
pass out,
and here I am, dreamin’ of you.
Morning comes, my head throbs,
but my heart hurts worse.
468 miles away,
yet moments ago we danced on the floor.
I kiss my ole lady, one eye open,
guardin’ my throat.
The light peck she gives lets me know
I’m not guilty
for clingin’ to hope—
the hope of seein’ you again,
down on the bathroom floor,
wishin’ you’d come around
just a lil bit more
He lived on the stairs behind the old house,
Sheltered from the storms in his small retreat.
There were four wood steps shaded from the light;
This old lighthouse, high atop the big rock.
Abandoned to time many years ago,
Its foundation crumbling, its roof no more.
Each morning would find the old man awake,
Completing his chores as when he was young.
Later would find him halfway down the dock,
Angling for a catch before the noon sun.
Sometimes his small fish he'd fry in a pan;
Sometimes he'd just dry them all in the sun.
His name was Ron and he'd fought in the War;
He was in Operation Desert Storm.
Ron lost his right foot to an I.U.D.;
Was in the desert, on an armed Humvee.
He was a sergeant in the U.S. Marines,
The one life he always had envisioned.
When he returned home he was lost and scared;
Was nothing for him about which he cared.
His fiancée had left him hurt and broke,
There were no jobs for a busted marine.
It wasn't as if he made no attempt;
He wanted not pity, nor their contempt.
He got a small disability check,
And left town for a solitary life.
The old lighthouse was a beacon for him;
Its reflection glimmered in the sun's light.
Ron came to the light and it came to him;
A remediation vital that day.
A house attached to the tall stone tower -
Life for Ron in his desperate hour.
A beacon in the night it used to be;
A light by day, for the man it set free.
One day, he may again, return to town,
A much wiser, nobler, contented man.
For he has seen nature and made his peace;
The Light of the Lord, has shown him the way.
June 24, 2016
Eco-Friendly Vehicles
By Rick Rucker
As an infant, when I went outside,
In a stroller, with circular wheels, I would ride,
As I became restive, and wanted to roam,
My parents bought me a trike, so I could leave home,
It did not last very long,
My legs soon became far too long,
My next wheeled vehicle had four,
One in front, one in back, and two next door!
It was shiny, and very neat,
With training wheels, and comfy seat,
It was really sweet,
But limited, in that I could not cross the street!
As I became somewhat bolder,
Truly, just a little older,
I ditched the training wheels,
Adventurous for me, but hardly worthy of news reels,
On that bike, I learned to steer,
In my neighbors’ eyes there was much fear,
At a very, very young age,
I got a motor bike, which was all the rage!
Possibly not the best thing I ever did,
But it taught me to try not to skid,
Many times the locals would see,
Blood from me, on the street, or a tree,
I have since owned several cars,
But, thank my lucky stars,
I seemed to sense the score,
The maximum number of cylinders of any of them: four!
I have recently bought two bicycles, for me and my fiancée,
So we can exercise, and play,
I laugh when I think of how much gas I have saved,
So someone else could drive his Escalade!
(My brother asked me to post his poem here. Its his love poem to his girlfriend [soon-to-be fiancée]
So please tell me what you think)
When people say I can't imagine
A world with out you to one another.
I don't think they fully understand the words.
I've never felt my heart beat so calmly before.
Your touch, your voice your eyes.
They are my escape.
They are my support.
The fact that you exists makes me feel so alive.
It's easier to breathe.
To walk, to talk, to feel,
To truly love.
You are the electrical pulse that keeps my heart beating.
You are the sun I see every morning.
You are the moon I gaze on every night.
And as every day and night pass.
I become more of you.
It's hard to explain.
I don't think there were words ever created
To explain the feeling I'm trying to get across.
They only came up with one word.
Love.
I love you? No.
That's to small of an expression than what I feel towards you.
But until I find something new.
Something more fitting.
I will tell you I love you every day and night I live.
I'll call you beautiful with every breath I have in my lungs.
I will never let you feel any less than what you deserve to feel.
You don't have my heart.
You are my heart
And I can't live with out you.
I love you baby.
I love you Angel.
I love you Alyona!!!
Poem, I thought is just play of words and syllable
As breakfast of juice and toast laid out on table
Was fiancee's maiden breakfast, joined in dress with lapel
Napkin laid on my lap as table manner
To capture slip of drop or missed bite that may scatter
Drop did fall but the breeze from fan tossed it farther
Spoiled dress of my fiancée, upset with quizzical stare
Sorry did I say
Gave my virgin napkin to wipe stain away
Fuming, she threw her napkin at me that on her lap lay
Her spoiled napkin stained my dress by the way
Cursed Self less, more stupid fan
Rotating blades, cutting air, throwing breeze without aim
But tossed the drop dot on fiancée, oblivious of decency or shame
Switched off fan in fury, but angered everyone all the more
All loathed me for silly manners
I swore never to have breakfast on table with others
Since then, squat on floor, switch off fan even of next chamber
Avoid napkin, even to wipe hands, after breakfast is over
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© Hitendra Mehta
Entry for Members Contest – My Worst Poem Ever by (Destroyer ((Poet
Allison Jones had a terrific career.
She was on the rise as a software engineer.
Her Upper West Side apartment was certainly great.
However, to meet expenses, she needed a roommate.
Concerning the high rent, there was some doubt.
That started when she asked her fiancée to move out.
After an exhaustive search, the right one came one day.
Hedy Carlson was the girl who would stay.
Allie, how were you supposed to know?
There was tragedy in Hedy’s life long ago.
Her twin sister met an early demise.
Personal guilt was something Hedy would surmise.
Hedy’s real name was Ellen, and she had a quirky past.
Allie figured this relationship should not last.
Ellen’s dark episodes left plenty of room for doubt.
How did things turn out? Rent the DVD and check it out.
Based on the 1992 film “Single White Female”.
Trampled underfoot
Two words that describe my life
Initially my first fiancée
And latterly my wife
To be cheated on
Then a broken trust
In monetary and in love
Like ageing bread, I'd be the crust
To their Lions
Is where I awake
Dazed and confused
How much more can I take
My peripheral world is hazy
Whom we meet, their sometimes not
Trample, more like trampled
My name is James, forget me not
Ted went to the crowded mall and braved the hustle and bustle,
to find the perfect gift to fit his best friend he called Russell.
Russell then received his present on office party day.
But saw a depressed coworker, and gave his present to Jane.
Jane was taken by surprise and almost opened it there.
-but instead she chose to share the spirit and gave it to Claire.
Claire's car had too many boxes to fit another inside,
and so she offered this package to her roommate Clyde.
Clyde had little money left and one more on his list,
So he passed it on and watched as it was opened up by Kit.
Kit said it was thoughtful, but knew who would like it best,
-So she rewrapped it and Christmas morning,
gave it to her fiancée...
Ted.
‘April’s Fools’.
Set in the 1950’s with poverty and slum housing still prevalent, to gain money, a father decides to sell his six children, never realising his plan which was really to re-house them, would place them in untold dangers.
A young couple, both single parents, find themselves later burdened with many children but with few means to look after them. Already hated by his mother-in-law, penniless and out of work, with a strong desire to be on the stage, Michael, does not let on he was divorced at the tender age of 21, he is already a father by his ex-wife and his lover; and now a child on the way by his fiancée. As the family grows the money dwindles on drink. To gain money and a new home, Michael decides he must sell his six children and offers them for sale in a local newspaper, causing uproar. This results in him being offered a job and cottage, away from the city.
In Memory of Giulio Regenti – a useless killing
We carried him on our shoulders
Crying our hearts out.
Annihilated Time had no meaning.
Comfort seemed a helpless fairytale.
Inside lay the tortured disfigured body
Of a twenty-year old mutilated beyond repair.
A young man, brilliant and promising,
Killed by suspicion of being a spy.
Who could dare comfort his bereaved relatives?
Or assure his fiancée of his undying love?
Time might heal all wounds but not the deprivation
Of a life once full of vitality, now lacking style of life.
Meantime those that remain had to deal with kisses
Handshakes, tender hugs and tears.
But can anyone forget the unknown murderers?
Can anyone suppress the hate that now festers in us?
Forgive? Can we forget? Some might try, others not,
That’s when we realized that the youth was really dead.
Killed, tortured slowly by unknown persons in Egypt. He was studying Egyptian Economics and was mistook for a spy. The Egyptian authorities could (?) not solve his murder.
You gave me jewels, silver and Gold
You gave me money and branded clothes
Through my nanny you left a note
Only to tell me you’re going abroad
I miss the times you took me to Disney
The times you tour me around the country
Less money but more time with me
What happened now that you’re so wealthy?
I did my best to converse with you
But your company is more precious than me
I felt indignant of everything you do
My hope starts fading but what can I do
You always you said you’re doing this for me
That you care for me through your secretary
But you can’t even attend a 2 hour school program
So my nanny is my mommy every school ceremony
Love, love, love and love how can I meet you?
Can I have a date with you? Just for a day or two
No, I should be with you forever I beseech you
Please grant my wish before I’ll be tied tomorrow
And now, my mind is set
I’ve figured out how we should meet
At midnight meet me at the bathroom
For the perfect plan and a note I had prepared
Tomorrow my parents will come home,
A perfect gift they must receive
To my fiancée and in-laws I’ve never met
And to everyone they invited in my marriage
"'cause i can no longer take it
I've given up, I'm so tired
so here's my gift to all of you"
A corpse in a perfect wedding gown
Fortunately, this family friendly function,
finds me festive and not feisty in my fifties.
Forgive me if I am not the first
and you may have figured out,
that the fact-finding letter "F"
is my favorite letter
of the alphabet.
There are three thousand words
that start with the letter "F"
to which one hundred and ninety-one
are four letter words.
And like most of us,
coming from a foul mouth family,
I'm pretty sure we used
every one of them.
Now this is not football,
you must be full of fiber and feces
if you think I'm going to fumble.
Now! When it comes to women.
My fantastic fantasies and fascination
of the fine figures of the female form.
My favorite fun-loving fiancée
who I met at a Fountain?
was the final finish of a fetish.
Where I use to
find'em fix'em and forget'em.