Best Honeymoons Poems
The name's Ike.
Some a ya might a met me before,
in my very first write,
and knew me as the stalker with the walker.
"Retired Romance" was the name,
Spoke about meetin' my wife,
She's here with me, name is Jane.
I likes ta call her the Mrs.,
cause I never thought that would happen again.
Now she like ta near smother me with kisses,
but gives me room ta write now and then.
We had us one of them honeymoons,
she says it ain't over yet.
But dang, if'n it ain't over soon,
we'll have ta call me in a vet!
Ennyways, I wanted ta give y'all a heads up
that I'll be a writin' from time to time .
We'd like ta thank y'all for the nice thumbs up,
'bout our first little Retired Romance rhyme,
and let y'all know that me and the Mrs. .. well..
. ..we doin' just fine !
. "Nite nite darlin."
Categories:
honeymoons, funny, love, wifeme, me,
Form:
Light Verse
As sable floats the shadowed night
I stand in true love's disrepair
beneath a host of haloed light
this lamp shines in the autumn air.
I stand in true love's disrepair,
of nuptials do my dreams now flow.
This lamp shines in the autumn air
corona of an opal glow.
Of nuptials do my dreams now flow,
my thoughts of crimson honeymoons.
Corona of an opal glow
now whispers vows and passioned runes.
My thoughts of crimson honeymoons,
beneath a host of haloed light,
now whisper vows and passioned runes
as sable floats the shadowed night.
Categories:
honeymoons, love, night, romantic,
Form:
Pantoum
This violin is so small but carries like the heaviest of weights,
these cascades of shapes and shades are typically a waste,
and their traces are replaced by the weight the levies take,
you brace for the impact but you usually faint.
What once felt so safe, is erased into the waves.
What you thought was a phase, seems to be a perpetual hurricane.
engulfing your terrain every few years and nothing remains.
If it's still somehow alive, it's always still set ablaze
and the veins always eventually just simply drain.
A brand new template to sit and paint
but the picture always looks the same, nothing is to change;
looking like the same photograph you just simply traced,
as you try to deviate from the things you hate, all you know relates.
This violin plays, but the beautiful sound comes out muted and plagued
cracked and depraved, losing itself to its masquerade.
A new chapter here to navigate, where the old may dissipate
but the sounds will echo and resonate, with each new note that is played,
into a melody of which he has heard for over a decade.
A subtle change but the result is always very much the same
This violin has never been properly tuned, so it continually gets used
knocked around and bruised, so its players seem to always be excused,
if not confused, at this muse that they just so happen to always choose.
From honeymoons to the hope that it will hopefully improve
and when it's time to finally move, the violin seems to always be the one to lose.
Passed down for a penny less, a brand new second hand
snatched up by the next poor soul looking for a perfect match,
to give the instrument the love that it lacked.
A brand new second chance, that always seems to collapse and overlap,
scrap that is just re wrapped, doomed to be damned,
part of the story but never part of the plan;
playing the noises that will eventually tip the avalanche.
This violin is a beautiful artifact, perpetually attacked but it always attracts
it rarely snaps, it just adapts to the blasts.
Its sound echos in laughs but this violin never forgets.
Categories:
honeymoons, depression, fear, girl, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
Cascading water that never seems to end
Going over the falls ever single day
The roaring of the water crashing down
A torrent that no one can stay
It draws a crowd of people far and wide
Who come to see its awesome view
Some have even tempted fate in ways
That one should really not attempt to do
A few have won a battle with the falls
Gaining fame and fortune from the duel
Many others have come because
The wish to celebrate a life with two
From honeymoons to wars daredevils to disasters
This place where heaven and earth seem to meet
Has captivated both one and all I'd say
Someday I hope to see this place so sweet
Categories:
honeymoons, water,
Form:
Quatrain
Yucatan, etc.
Cortez, DeMille are gone.
It's now the locus
of postgraduate honeymoons,
urban fugues, a minor literary genre.
Knowledge and ejection predispose us
to technological parody--
antique busses, burros, plumbing, pyramids--
as if nothing ever caught on.
There is no CHRONOLOGY, the pace and mores
are too counterproductive--
poster Indians pee along the road,
the women never dust.
We like the Sartrean-Spanish askewness--
bugs, sex, dysentery, moonlight--
as if, though settled with us,
the Fates vacation here.
Categories:
honeymoons, fate, holiday, irony, leaving,
Form:
Free verse
The Moon slipped Mimosa* a drink
The Star blushed and then blink-blinked
A comet gazed at this scene from afar
Zoomed away past Venus and Mars
A perfect storm was brewing on Saturn
All the rings were creating new patterns
Phantasmagoric, like the sun's wild corona
Dramatic as a master-matador in Barcelona
All this took place last June
When newlyweds revel in honeymoons
As for me, I turned out the light
And kissed the Night-Sky goodnight
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*Mimosa is one of the brightest stars in the night sky
Categories:
honeymoons, fantasy, moon, night, sky,
Form:
Couplet
We barely talk anymore guess the honeymoons over, this would be the time I relapsed if I was sober, but I'm not upset with you I'm upset with me, I was the one that fell in love with you knowing you had a family, it was the conversations that held both of our interest, but that's fading away as I aforementioned, now I know how the girls I laughed at feel wishing for more, knowing good & damn well we'll probably never live behind the same door, I really wanna do right by you & be better than your girl, I ask myself everyday could we be happy & I think that we could have the world, but I don't think I'm good at playing second fiddle, to be honest with you I'm used to being the lead singer not one of the girls in the middle, my mind wants a answer but my heart wouldn't dare ask you to make a choice or a decision, when you hold me in your arms is one of the two times I feel like I'm living, when the world tries to break you up I'll be there to hold you down, when your shoulders get heavy I'll be around we have Bluetooth you don't have to make a sound, damn guess I'll do my slide & shimmy back to the middle, I don't know if this was a poem, conundrum or a riddle
Categories:
honeymoons, black love, break up,
Form:
Ballad
*Image of Hourglass by Pixabay.
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Flipped Hourglass
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
O'er perpetual movements like scarred toons,
Lunar ... solar, yond the masque, nowadays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Small sand on big sand, tea time, macaroons,
Some glass menagerie extreme breadthways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
Fitting bits of earth, pour drain, honeymoons,
Time swings on, crystals encased pair relays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Scheherazade misses a night, whole moon's,
Bear flight you hefty load, back in someways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
A wonderment, gadget, like boom-box tunes,
Shifts drift collared in this time capsule gaze,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's.
2022 January 28
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 February 13
Categories:
honeymoons, time,
Form:
Villanelle
the first move made was the worst move
played---making like the sky had parted &
somebody was watching over, somebody
was lighting a candle for the struggle, as if
it was over by a long shot---for getting things
back in order was the name of the game &
keeping a steady job impressed her &
getting a decent apartment impressed her &
staying out of trouble for the time being,
it all impressed her & oh the things that a
horny man will do, imagine if that horny man
falls in love---so as it happened the time
went by & she too began to fall for him, as
she began to believe that he had changed &
that all the time that had passed, really had
passed, as now it seemed that he had begun
to walk the proverbial straight & narrow---
yes, the two of them started to have a
scheduled time to sit & eat dinner & they
had “appropriate holiday get-togethers” in
which they met each other’s family & ne’er
was a mention of the years before, in fact
the past seemed as if it had all been a bad
dream & so the two of them began to make
plans together, now that they both had picked
each other up individually---now pooling their
ideas, they saw a big ceremony in the future,
they saw a honeymoon to trump all honeymoons
& for a split second, the two of them swore
that real happiness wasn’t that far off---
all their ducks, it seemed, were finally in a
row---
but then the old habits that take so very long to die,
roll back inward & things once unsavory begin to
look tantalizing again---ah yes, what could
be done with such a vast amount of moola & all
it would take to get it is a little teensy weensy
bending of the law (in fact it’d be so very teensy
weensy that you know, nobody would even
notice) & the street would always be there
welcoming one of its own back with open arms,
so deep in his heart, he knew that if in fact she
did have a problem with what was going to go down,
there would be another that could take her place---
she didn’t see things as crystal clear as he & when
she found out about the coming adventure, she
bolted like any good upstanding citizen would do
when they see or hear about a possible crime ensuing,
yes, she was a good little girl & took her separate ways
prior to the *****going down---
the ducks were no longer making their way as a family
one by one through the park anymore---
the line had been broken.
Categories:
honeymoons, life, time, time,
Form:
Free verse
On seven hills,
In seven countries,
Seven brides were set to wed
Seven grooms,
Not seven brothers,
Though all sevens’ fathers were all dead.
Seven maids
And seven ushers,
Each stood seven and a half foot tall.
Seven priests
Seven services
Seven “I dos”, on brides lips fall.
Seven honeymoons,
Seven flights
Each couple went for seven nights.
Seven Minutes
In Seventh heaven
For seven sessions of pure delight.
Categories:
honeymoons, fantasy, funny, wedding,
Form:
Alliteration
The soul is right
The soul is good
It gets no credit
Perhaps it should
Deserves respect
Demands acclaim
We give it up
In someone’s name
Maybe a god
Maybe a king
A pleasant voice
That truly rings --
A handsome face
Virile and stout
Yells when to throw
The garbage out
We like our kings
We cheer our gods
They claim that we
Defy the odds
And exert sway
Over our paths
I think a heard
Some god just laugh --
No I am sure
One of our kings
Went to his bank
Glibly skipping
Walking on streams
As kings are wont
Best seats in every
Restaurant
While you and I
Just have to wait
And drool upon
Our meager plate
My how they lead
And how we swoon
We get all hot
On honeymoons
And throw our lot
With gods and kings
Who bind our beaks
And smash our wings
Then stuff us with
Their bullish lies
And pluck our young
Before our eyes
I hope you toast
Your god or king
Before your meal
This Thanksgiving
I hope you’re stuffed
When you are done
I hope your team
It will have won
Two minutes left
Til sudden death
When you’re that full,
Hard to take breaths
Or take a knee
In solemn sight
Of every head
Itching to fight
There, in the stands
You’re circumscribed
By gods and kings
Who write your lives
November, 2020
Categories:
honeymoons, america, anti bullying, education,
Form:
Political Verse
Dark Circles of the People
Riding an emotional rollercoaster,
A thousand honeymoons follow last night’s beatings.
Children consume milk,
While mother and father consume their spirits.
Possessed by a demon which can only be exorcised by time.
A heritage consisting of a wonderful past and a dismal future.
A time has disappeared when people were proud,
And caring of one another.
Now is the time where the people only care,
What they can beg, borrow or even steal from one another.
The people’s cultural lineage had been woven together,
Like the strongest circle of rope.
Clans and dreams caught and woven into that rope,
But since that time only a few souls kept it strong.
They repaired the cuts and the unweaving.
The people were strong and journeyed to find their way in life.
They conquered their obstacles and surpassed their dreams.
Now, after years of being given as wards,
The people have become sick and weak.
No longer wishing to dream.
The spirit will come again,
The old will become the new.
And the dreams have become visions.
Throughout life there are many circles.
Some circles become cycles.
Cycles of many abuses,
Circles of sicknesses.
More cycles of mistrust,
Even circles without hope…
…some circles are made to be broken.
Categories:
honeymoons, native american, sadpeople, time,
Form:
Free verse
Terrorism had shown its ugly face again.
On joyous tourists poured the fire of pain.
Though with the latest guns, they looked innocent.
Amidst human cries, their smiles seemed imminent.
Who belonged to what faith, they wanted to know.
Could one separate the whiteness from the snow?
Do Hindus and Muslims have different blood?
Does any pot know who formed them from what mud?
Near the corpses of their dear husbands, wives wept.
On laps of peacelessness, sleepy children slept.
Honeymoons of the newlyweds became hells.
Bells of temples and churches turned into knells.
(Militants near Pahalgam in the Indian-administered Jammu and Kashmir, killed 26 tourists on 22 April 2025.)
Categories:
honeymoons, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
When tears soaked pain in pity
and forced man and God from Junction City
They prayed he'll come again
when the whites melt
forcing $hi# and sticks
down the hungry storm drains
Can ladies be gentle, man?
What if he's a gentleman;
a saint of undeniable piety?
Will she walk the desirable side
or otherwise, be lost in hidden cares
life spoke of a worthy deity
with a good man at his right?
Man and wife will have no fear
when minds are well aware of his delights
What is the place where we are at
where fingers tell who's at fault?
A nurse is inside every house,
every wound is packed with salt
with all corrosions seeping out
Curses are filled with excerpts
from newspapers and vlogs
Her youthful mouth beneath
blue eyes filled with blood and bogs
would say "Fake news is for feral dogs,
we are in a tamer time"
People have baggages;
two honeymoons and domestic fervor
Muy Leal, they ate mofongos
elsewhere, it was fracas in placentas
This is where they now lie together,
living on and off like FM radios
Categories:
honeymoons, marriage,
Form:
Narrative
On seven hills,
In seven countries,
Seven brides were set to wed
Seven grooms,
Not seven brothers,
Though all sevens’ fathers were all dead.
Seven maids
And seven ushers,
Each stood seven and a half foot tall.
Seven priests
Seven services
Seven “I dos”, on brides lips fall.
Seven honeymoons,
Seven flights
Each couple went for seven nights.
Seven Minutes
In Seventh heaven
For seven sessions of pure delight.
Categories:
honeymoons, parody, people,
Form:
Rhyme