Best Newlywed Poems
December 25th- The Christmas Wedding
Head-to-head,
Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Foliage scenery
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up by:
Rings of “I Do!”
The eyes of Eve hide underneath a white veil
Beautiful-
A bride walking down the misty mistletoe isle
Wondering why the majestic mustang moon sank without trace?
The aroma of pine trees idle into the death-defying fog
Fine firm decorated ribbons snug unopened gifts
Desperately-
Mistletoes wait above the tenable tint threshold
Kissing and Cheering
New Christmas Vows
In her hands, a beautiful bouquet
-Bridal flowers for the maids
Forsaken by dark dusky dullness wedding cloud
Flustering fragrance thicken the chestnut cold air
Ornaments endured dreary tears
Despising the drapes of fog
That covers the newlywed winter show
Harmony withdrew from that winter wonderland
A white gown, not meant to be
Christmas crushed by her greed
The unkind erratic earth exchanged her own silent vows
In a horrifying hoary haze
A heavy foggy breeze dropped in like debris,
Blowing her tiara dreams away
On this very exact Christmas Day
:-)
11-22-13
Categories:
newlywed, anger, celebration, christmas, december,
Form:
Epic
How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?
How can I be different?
How can I express my attraction?
When columns upon
Columns
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect
Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?
I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.
I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment
How can I express my need for your smile?
When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh
...
May I have this dance?
You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.
But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation
I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world
This can be ours.
But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon?
My syllables are in your hands.
My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.
But,
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.
Your move…
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
newlywed, friendship, life, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
There was change, an odd pulse,
a new cadence and tone, in the place I grew up
where my mother had been...
Where white fences stretched out to cradle our home
but where zones, unfamiliar, were on now on the cusp
On a make-shift bed, I was lying awake
Windows cracked open,
a wind coming in, ....
Intangible nights, in the familiar old room,
alone with my thoughts, while sorting out things...
There was a strange, jaundice glow, from the porch light, left on,
and my pillow felt cold, where the moon used to go
The sound of a moth, batting wings against glass,
was begging for warmth, while seeking to ask, a place that made sense
And a place to fit in
My father was sleeping, with his newlywed bride
in the same maple bed, where my mother had died
And a new child was dreaming in the soft yellow room
where I spent all those nights, ... just me and the moon
I was happy for him, and for the child that he gained.
I was there at his side,
when the changes became.. a part of his life, ...... a part of mine too
but was lost in the amber, like a moth batting wings
Eventually, I would grow with a fresh point of view,
but the child that I was, still waits for the moon
I'm older and wiser, maybe stronger than then
but, the moth will look in, escaping the moon
ramming the screen
seeking the flame...
batting its wings,
while resisting the change, ...again, and again
11/3/14
Categories:
newlywed, change, childhood, conflict, father,
Form:
Free verse
I remember Grandma's kitchen
When I was a newlywed.
To learn to cook was important
But not as important as what was said.
As she kneaded bread on the counter,
Teaching me how to cook,
I learned so many important things
That didn't come from a book.
Side by side we would stand
Kneading bread as we chatted on.
We talked of life and love
And how sometimes things went wrong.
I was blessed to have a Grandma
Who was always there for me.
I still get teary-eyed
When in my memory I see
The two of us, side by side
In a kitchen, so very small,
Whether baking pies or kneading bread
Or not even cooking at all.
Categories:
newlywed, family
Form:
Rhyme
An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden years Mt. Kilimanjaro side
You gotta keep the giraffe standing up,
when the ecstasy mountain air gets thin at night
When you’re starting the climb,
don’t early reach
for the apex of a lovemaking climax
You gotta stay rock hard,
climbing the pleasure wall for the long haul —
Or don’t even shorty night come at all
Keep the flagpole reared tall;
because the minute your
testosterone stone levels fall,
you might as well go geld yourself
Premature burial ...
put the family jewels in a coffin box
Don’t bother to take off your pants,
might as well keep on your socks
Prepare to have plenty eunuch days
of abstinent nights
Too many failed erections
gonna get you shovels loads
of opposite sex dissatisfaction
Expect a bedroom eviction notice,
telling you to
get your droopy drawers packing
Frequent impotent performances,
gonna get her eyebrow curtains raised
So many flaccid phallic early encore excuses made
gonna get you tossed out of the bed,
and kicked downstairs onto the couch
Premature ejection is coming,
your woman’s been too long frustrated ...
doubts gon start creeping in:
Where you been,
who you seeing ...
Why you keep coming home
with your love sacs empty?
Those suspicions gon start stiffening:
She’s gonna wanna know
whose arms been keeping your bottom mind bent
You’re gonna wanna know
where in the world did your lost manhood get sent
If you don’t wanna lose access
to her intimate-starved heart,
you better start trying harder on keeping it hard
Learn to get a second wind of stamina,
too much soft effort gon get your love privilege barred
Premature pleasure aborted love
will have your armadillo snout soul dragging
Premature love not long enough
will have your elephant nose spirit sagging
Don’t depend on bottled passion,
pharmaceutical extended sex
Too many early evening elongated failures
gonna get you a premature ex
Categories:
newlywed, allegory, marriage, philosophy, truth,
Form:
Burlesque
My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.
Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cousin, Goofball named Zed.
He chased me off, his face spitball of red.
With laughter shaking his feather bed.
I decided to sit in my little she-shed.
Devoured Ritz crackers ‘til I was fed.
Refused to talk to my Uncle Ted.
Who was spitting a story about Brother Ed.
I rode off on my purple and pink Moped.
Had an accident, needed bandage and a med.
The nurse who helped me was named Mrs. Ked.
Beautiful, she was a recent newlywed.
My dad is bigger than yours she said.
I was shocked for a second, but then I read
A book, settled down, no longer in my head.
Seeing the humor of Ed, Zed, Ned and Ted.
Categories:
newlywed, repetition,
Form:
Monorhyme
A snowy Christmas is what we all prayed for
Probably because it never happened before
We didn’t need it to have Christmas cheer
But it sure would be nice to see the white stuff this year
You can’t force it; that Christmas feeling just comes to you
Can’t tell you how, but even when it’s overdue..
Life’s trials sometimes get in the way
But if you’re open to it, that Christmas feeling will come to you and stay
…If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.
One Christmas a few years back, I was having a drink in an old country bar
Listening to a guy play Blue Christmas on guitar
An old bar tender poured me another beer, looked over and said
By the shape of your dungarees, it’s been one hell of a year.
Christmas had me thinking, Is this how it ought to be?
Usually it was a Spirit, most would say Holy, which helped me to see
Then I smiled, ‘cause a thought showed me, it might not have turned out okay
If in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harrington hadn’t sat me in your way
That Christmas feeling will come to you and stay …If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.
The bartender saw the new smile on my face
Said laughingly, That newlywed glow will soon leave without a trace
I didn’t have the heart to tell him, but this Christmas it’s been fifteen years
Since I fell in love with you forever, ‘cause it’s the heart that hears
As I drive up to our home, with it’s simple light show
A feeling came over me and it began to snow
I could hear the kids joyfully screaming inside
And I thanked God that he helped me hang on for the ride.
We all feel low at times; it’s just that way
But it you’re open to it, that Christmas feeling will come to you and stay
…If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.
Some have asked about how song turned out. Check for on itunes under my name Shawn Sackman. Thanks.
Categories:
newlywed, christmas, faith, family, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Look at me, boy how things have changed
Don’t know how life got so rearranged
Never saw it coming but it feels so good
One day my eyes, my heart, my soul opened up
Life’s been full of surprises since I was a young pup
Your love is what saved me, and it feels so good
Can’t plan it, or force it, love will come to you
Can’t tell you how often, can’t even tell you who
Life’s hard and sometimes things just get in the way
But if you’re open to it, love will come to you and stay
Sometimes we’re blessed to find what really matters
To our hearts content, nothing’s left in tatters
Didn’t think this way for a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me, now look at me
Having a drink in an old country bar
Sitting with strangers, listening to a guy play guitar
The bar tender looks twelve, pours another beer
Three old men talking loud force me to me hear
It’s been a hell of a week working in my torn dungarees
Has me thinking is this how it ought to be?
Then I smile, ‘cause it might not have turned out okay
If in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harrington hadn’t sat me in your way
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me
Just to see your smile makes it all as it should be
I wasn’t this way for a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me, now look at me
One old man sees the smile on my face and says
Your newlywed glow will soon be gone without a trace
Didn’t have the heart to tell him it’s been fifteen years
Since I fell in love with you forever, ‘cause it’s the heart that hears
As I drive up to our house that night
I remember the last time we sat and cried
Expecting our first child, we were so scared
Thinking back on that time, so special and shared
Sometimes we’re blessed to find what really matters
To our hearts content, nothing left in tatters
Been this way a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me
Look at me
Categories:
newlywed, song-lyricme, heart, old, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears
Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell
Husbands and fathers
Todd Beamer 32, Jason Dahl 43
Alan Beaven 48, joined them
On United Airlines flight 93
Donald Arthur Peterson 66
And his wife Jean 55
Were proud to be Grandparents
They perished side by side
Mark Bingham 31, a businessman
Edward Porter Felt 41, would travel
Mark Rothenberg flew that day
When it all began to unravel
Joseph Deluca 52
A son, brother and close friend
Held on to Linda Gronlund 46
Until the very end
Nicole Carol Miller 21
Kissed her boyfriend at the gate
Christine Snyder 32, newlywed
Neither of which knew their fate
Deora Bodley 20, was a youngster
Honor Elizabeth Wainia 28, a daughter
Sandy Bradshaw 38 was a wife
What a senseless slaughter
Thomas E. Burnett Jr. 38, husband
Georgine Rose Corrigan 56, a mother figure
Cee Cee Lyles 33, was a wife and mother
Can now only be seen in pictures
Deborah Welsh 49, wife and good friend
Kristin Gould White 65, someone’s mother
John Talignani 74, Jeremy Glick 31
They were both fathers and someone’s brother
Waleska Martinez 37
Was a daughter and a sister
Andrew Garcia 62, husband and grandfather
Earned him the title of Mister
Richard Guadagno 38, “intense friend”
Colleen Fraser 51, someone’s sibling
Christian Adams 37, a husband and daddy
You can hear the angel’s sing
Patricia Cushing 69, an Aunt
Lorraine Bay 58, a flight attendant
William Cushman 57, was a construction worker
Into the field is where they were sent
Wanda Green 49, mom and daughter
Lauren Grandcolas 38, sister-in-law
Hilda Marcin 79 was someone’s mother
When the world began to fall
Louis Nacke 42, a son-in law
Along with Leroy Homer 36, a husband
Donald Greene 52, loved camping
With his brothers he called friends
So above you see the names again
Of the hero’s on United Airlines flight 93
We remember them today, four years later
For what they did for you and me
APRIL KERSEY-STRONG
9/11/05
Categories:
newlywed, history, people, husband, wife,
Form:
List
Pene Grande (what I learned from the web today)
When you talk about mummies, Pene Grande
Would best be discussed when the kids were away
He was a mummy famed in his life
For having (well something that sure pleased his wife)
When he passed on, his new mummy home
Was in Palermo, Sicily’s old catacomb
The story is told of a young newlywed
Whose less than large husband was not much in bed
So she took a cloth and rubber Pene Grande’s fame
Then turned to her husband and rubbed him the same
The next night she lay with her husband and felt
A much greater presence and her heart did melt
When she opened her eyes, she screamed No, No, Sir!
For it was the ghost of Pene upon her
Everyone thought her crazy but it happened again
The next time with her husband, it sure wasn’t him
An exorcist said to get rid of the ghost
We must capture him when he exits the host
So a metal codpiece was affixed to her mate
And the lady lay back as a bit of ghost bait
Then as if on cue, Pene Grande came forth
Just as her husband was pointing due north
Then holy water was sprinkled and “poof”
The ghost was expelled, her husband the proof
Pene Grande’s spirit went back on his shelf
Left the husband’s small unit a mere ghost of itself
As for the ghost, he gained quite a crowd
Of little old ladies whose husbands stood proud
Rubbed by their women who wanted to lay
Even with ghosts for a “Pene Grande”
But the mummy’s now locked up so no one can touch
Cause even for Pene – too much is too much
Categories:
newlywed, life, love, mystery, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Look out there! Newlywed bride steps out softly from wedding coach.
Tradition expects the bride to step on lid on the huge pot.
Would she do? Before entering in her own home to-be then.
******************
Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest: Walk Softly by Debbie Guzi
tenth place win
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There is a marriage tradition in some of the Asian countries. A huge pot filled with grains is put at the threshold of the Groom’s house. The newly-wed bride has to step on the lid of the pot to enter her home-to-be.
In India, the tradition is generally practiced in all Hindu marriages.
Categories:
newlywed, marriage, social,
Form:
Sijo
I’ve known both of you for most of my life,
And Brandon, I’m so happy you made Jennie your wife;
You’re perfect together, that’s plain to see,
So lets raise up our glasses and toast with Chablis;
To the love that the two of you are bound to know,
As you sit there basking in your newlywed glow;
I’m proud that the two of you have found such love,
It’s bound to have been sent from the heavens above;
I watched silently as both of you said I do,
As one life was formed from what was once two;
The beginning of a lifetime together,
Come sunshiny days and stormy weather;
I wish the two of you the very best,
And I’m certain your lives are sure to be blessed!
~For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest~
Categories:
newlywed, happiness, hope, love, romance,
Form:
Epithalamium
***
I saw a bouquet of flowers.
Hung on a tattered door.
The old house where it hung,
was decaying, dwindling and worn.
If a house could whisper its story,
It would utter a lifetime of trials.
A young, newlywed couple,
shall face the unknowns of life.
The first chapter of their lives began.
The moment they step through the door,
In love, they'll walk hand in hand.
Placing faith and hope in God.
God blessed them with ten children.
Within these walls, laughter and life.
The house was filled with love
But with life, there were some heartaches.
Sickness struck the youngest child.
And God did call her home.
In tears, they clung to each other.
Placing faith and hope in God.
Years have passed, the children are grown.
They have children of their own.
Once, a newlywed couple,
now celebrating their 50th.
Now, in their late nineties,
Their love is very strong.
Sick and frail, they lay side by side,
Their memories began to fade.
They placed their faith and hope in God.
Holding hands in eternal love.
They walked across the threshold.
Of heaven's golden shore.
3/25-26/22
A BRIAN STRAND 1097 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand 3/27/22
~ 1st ~
~ When you see a wreath or flowers on a door,
it’s also a way to show the community that the
family is in mourning. This could encourage neighbors
and family to bring forms of support~
Categories:
newlywed, death, faith, heaven, home,
Form:
Free verse
The Hotel brochure came by post
and told me all that I should know.
With not much time to make a choice,
I booked my Room and set to go.
The pictures showed a sunken bath,
with fluffy towels and marble loo;
a typhoon shower, terrazzo tiles,
it even had a bidet, too!
They asked me, did I want to have
a whopping king-sized double bed,
indeed, perhaps, I’d much prefer
a boudoir – for the newlywed?
I gazed upon a sandy beach,
with swaying palms, a lavish view,
and, just nearby, the swimming pool
looked crystal clear and sparkling blue.
So, here I am and weary from
a long and somewhat tiresome flight,
to find my Room is rather small
and looks onto a building site!
~
For Black Eyed Susan's Competition.
Categories:
newlywed, adventure, holiday,
Form:
Verse
Young and newlywed, I was
visiting my in-laws
Minus husband that time around
as work took me to their town
Sunday, it was, I arrived for lunch
carrying lilies for them in a bunch
Dressed in the best of my possessions
eager to make a fragrant impression
Mother-in-law had cooked rice and beans
sautéed cabbage and peas for the greens
Kept telling her the food was great
as she insisted on refilling my plate.
I could feel my tummy bloat in much haste
under the skinny belt I wore at my waist
Sucked in as she offered me the fruit
but could not repress the foul toot
Out and loud, it unabashedly came
Pity, there was just no one else to blame!
My face must have been white like a ghost’s
that sound of me will be remembered the most
Written on 07/11/2016
Categories:
newlywed, food, funny,
Form:
Rhyme