Best Wedding Party Poems
Anxiously the bachelor dreams
Of a lifelong commitment
From the insidious bachelorlette,
He proposed marriage tenderly
Could I count on you ~
To forsake all others said she,
He vows to do so forever,
If she were to love, honor
And be the best bride ever.
They agree thus bonding
In holy matrimony
Husband and wife
Were then introduced --Mr. and Mrs.
After which family, guests
And wedding party joined
Too, celebrate the start of
their forever promise
Many blessings
Adell Foster©2009 Adell1
I’ve heard my cooking’s pretty bad
And here’s the damning proof:
A wedding party started lunch
And vanished pronto - poof!
The waiter cleared away the plates
And didn’t pick up tips;
The food was barely touched; he said,
‘It didn’t pass their lips.’
He says the group had rushed away
And vowed, ‘We won’t return.’
The brides’ mom left a recipe
And scribbled, ‘Read and learn.’
My café’s empty, all is still;
They didn’t even pay the bill...
Jack Horne, 25th January, for Nette’s Café Musings contest
The invitations have been sent out, and the venue is sublime
A Castle in the country oh how I wish that it was mine
With sweeping staircases in the entrance hall
Crystal chandeliers, oh its perfect for my ball
The guests will arrive in their suits and dresses
Their masks are in place – I hope no one guesses
Dancing by candlelight it is so romantic
Not like at a discothèque so fast and so frantic
I’ve got the most wonderful caterers in the west
Their canapés are amazing, simply the best
Ice-cold champagne served in a crystal glass
It really is apt for a party of this class
It’s secret wedding party for when my beloved and I say ‘I do’
The only thing missing from my surprise party is YOU
07~20~14
Written for Rumor has It Contest ~ Sponsored by Judy Konos
~awarded 1st place~
We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say yes, sat down and waited and then…
The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…
A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,
"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"
The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…
"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...
A True Story
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012
visitors arrive
during Chicago’s snow storm—
warm fire inside
the Florida-boy
wearing short sleeves and jeans—
snow angels
mother and father
shouting, “Wear your jacket”—
pneumonia
ice on the front steps
beneath foot long icicles—
handrails
the oldest son
cooking jambalaya—
guests inhale deeply
the step-mother
staring outside from upstairs—
snow drifts
children and sleigh bells
laughing as they speed down hill—
sudden stop
The New Orleans Saints
playing on her wedding day—
Cajuns watch
the wedding party
lining up for their entrance—
the Saints won
© December 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
FORM: Haiku Series
a long parade of guests in pairs, longing for a chair or two,
a hundred or so, and their ice-creamed children,
pushing through the market sounds, the glistening fish and meat,
against the dying piggy- squeals, by the river’s flowing feet
wearing blacks and browns, some with prison- frowns, a tide against
the wedding's beach: and in amongst the throng, some young men in
bright shirts and Ray Ban shades, puzzled by the days significance, this
coiling snake of women’s delight
and as the anaconda enters the marital hall…(like Caesar coming into Rome),
the drunks, the pensive widows, the curious maids, their still pert breasts and
waists not yet destroyed by birth, dance in settled joy, into the leery mirth.
When wealth is determined by the number of guns one owns.
When a wedding party is a family barbeque, and the wife needn't change last
names.
When only the very richest owns a bathroom.
Where soap has yet to be discovered.
Where squirrel brains is a main course.
Where your doctor wears a plaid shirt.
Where teeth are rarer than diamonds.
Where coon-skin caps are fashionable.
Where the one room school is underused.
Where the smartest people study comic books.
Where your dad is also your uncle.
Where a woman shaving her legs is a waste of razors.
Where the closest thing to a car is a mule named Sarah.
Where night-crawler worms are considered a snack food.
Where people still wonder who will win the Civil War.
Where television is the technology of the future.
Where everyone knows the earth is flat.
Where the moon is still thought to be made of cheese.
Where medicine is dispensed from a wagon.
Where that medicine is always Dr. Dermatosis's Magic Elixir.
Where the postman makes a yearly visit, and wonders why.
Where Tom's Tidbits is considered scholarly literature.
Where English muffins are considered foreign food.
Where English muffins are described as having "Crooks and Nannies".
Where no one knows what a "nanny" is, anyway.
Where Spike Jones is the romantic crooner.
Anxiously the bachelor dreams
Of a lifelong commitment
From the insidious bachelorlette,
He proposed marriage tenderly
Could I count on you ~
To forsake all others said she,
He vows to do so forever,
If she were to love, honor
And be the best bride ever.
They agree thus bonding
In holy matrimony
Husband and wife
Were then introduced --Mr. and Mrs.
After which family, guests
And wedding party joined
Too, celebrate the start of
their forever promise
Many blessings
Adell Foster©2009 Adell1
A couple are wed
At a tiny chapel
On a country road
The guest are waiting
Outside to congratulate
The guest gather outside
only the wedding party
Are allowed inside
For the wedding ceremony
The guest greet thecouple
When they come outside
Throwing rice at them
When they leave the chapel
They go somewhere for photos
While the guest travel
To the reception hall
When the meal is served
A toast to bride and groom
Then throw the bouquet
With dancing music follows
Wind undressed the sky, bared a canvas painted blue.
Motley faces of sunflower smiles and festive air; an abstract
splash, each gleamed; each swung in purple dress, waiting
for the bride, a summer moon, to float to the stage as funnels
of colored rays crisscrossed: the shimmer of light.
Surreal charm, the display of a galaxy of heaven's stars
offset against the blue. The world asleep, the heavens
agog with bulging eyes as the bride glided, floating;
not turning right or left, set for the peopled hall lit
by faces painted crimson. Bated breath charged the air
as gathering of God's victorious saints spelled creation.
Rapturous applause—sounds of praise, of merrymaking—
sun, moon, stars aired soft tunes; lightning arced across the sky;
thunder rumbled. Cutleries clattered, signaling the bride's arrival!
I sat in glimmering red at a table decked with white roses.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
In a two-door
gold-colored 1973
Ford Maverick with
a black vinyl top,
49 Christmases ago,
In the winter of 1973,
from Chicago, we headed south.
My wife's brother was getting married
on Christmas day, and I was a member of
the wedding party. We were a bit fearless
and young. It was very cold, and we were very
bold. But we really should have known better.
Less than a hundred miles out, the wet and the
cold turned to ice, and the road became slippery.
As I attempted to weather the Icy Road, my stubbornness
quickly manifested itself, but not for long. The weather won.
Young and bold, but we were not foolish and ignorant.
We canceled our plans and spent Christmas with older
friends in the area. It was a different but safe Christmas.
Many Christmases ago, we learned to respect the weather.
My wife and I were gifted One Icy Christmas with a precious
memory, which now hangs on the tree of our hearts.
113022PS
I went back to the place where we had our Reception
Saw the window under which I sat
A new wife; full of hope, full of joy
Anticipating my life ahead with you
Oh! It's as if the ten years hadn't passed
So fresh and powerful was the memory
The tapestry bench no longer there
But the grand old fireplace
With its pot belly stove
And attractive iron guard
Still stand majestic to this day
The coat of arms has disappeared
So too the plastic swords that mock their sting
But the soft, ambient lights remain
Against the thick tudor beams
And the gentle song of conversation
Harmonizes with the tinkle of glasses
I remember well our wedding party
How we cut the cake
And pretended to fight over the first slice!
We sucked in the helium gas
Of the pretty "just married" balloons
And spoke in a high, squeaky voice!
The company was intimate, friendly
Full of celebration and good cheer
So much has happened in that decade
But I have absolutely no regrets
In having the gold band on my finger
I am honoured to be Mrs Forth-Eglon
Thank you so much for being my husband
Through laughter and through tears
We've witnessed joy but also sorrow
Deep in my heart
I hope you know who I am
It's been a long journey for you, my love
You don't have to keep fighting
If you want to fall asleep, go ahead
But darling, let me tell you this
Thank you for ten wonderful years
I know that in the glorious future
We will be together forever
I look forward to seeing you there
Weddings most often take place in June because...
a. It's the traditional month
b. More flowers are in bloom then
c. Mother's coerce their daughters to choose it
d. As a little girl, it was the bride-to-be's dream
A wedding planner is most often used to...
a. Prevent the bride from becoming Bridezilla
b. give the groom an excuse to not make a decision
c. deal with overbearing mothers
d. take charge so the couple doesn't decide to elope
Choosing a wedding gown presents a dilemma when...
a. no one likes the only dress the bride loves
b. the bride's mother will only pay for the one she chooses
c. the groom is present and only wants a sexy gown
d. the bride cries when she tries on every gown in the store
There's nothing worse than a bride's mother who...
a. thinks she's the bride, living vicariously through her daughter
b. dresses like she's 20 when she's actually 50 and 'fluffy'
c. gives the groom's mother the evil eye
d. flirts with the groom's handsome father
In dealing with choosing a wedding party, there will be...
a. bridesmaids who refuse to wear a certain color
b. jealousy among them to be the maid of honor
c. fighting over who should catch the bouquet
d. at least one who will flirt shamelessly with the groom
The wedding day becomes a disaster when...
a. It's storming and no back up plan was made
b. the bride can't fit into her size 4 dress after gaining 20 lbs.
c. the couple realizes now that they should've hired a planner
d. the flower girl has a temper tantrum halfway down the aisle
e. yes, of course, this is the place for an "all of the above"
When it's time to recite their vows...
a. the bride blubbers so much she can't speak hers
b. the groom forgot to write his and ad libs, "Roses are red..."
c. the bride's ex starts speaking the ones he said to her
d. chaos reigns when two groomsmen take him down
At the reception, drama takes place when...
a. the best man's toast reveals the groom slept with all the bridesmaids
b. guests are complaining about terrible food, and no live music
c. the groom smashes cake all over the bride's face (hate that)
d. the bride, still holding the knife, threatens to use it
January 28, 2023
The Multiple Choice Contest
Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney
I never felt a part of things,
Never felt like I belonged,
Never felt like I was wanted,
And I always really longed,
To feel like someone wanted me,
To feel like I fit in,
To be included in the things,
With family and friends.
For reasons that I couldn't know,
I always got pushed back;
Kept quiet and out of their way,
As though somehow I lacked,
Some social graces that perchance,
Might cause some consternation,
If I should come into the room,
And spoil their celibration.
I could have some food, some cake,
Then get out of the way.
Don't mingle with the guests at all,
Sit down if you will stay.
My sister's wedding hurt the most,
That's when I really saw,
I was like a well known guest,
Not part of things at all.
They did not even want me,
In the picture with them all.
I was told to stand aside,
And wait till I was called.
Not part of the wedding party,
I was not allowed,
To be photographed along with them,
In case it might becloud,
My sister's perfect moment,
Immortalized in time,
And I did not fit in with them,
There wasn't room in line;
And so it's been most of my life,
Rejected most by those,
Who should be closest to me,
Even the mate I chose;
So it's no wonder that I built,
A wall for my protection.
When I reached out I got pushed back,
I'm tired of such rejection.
Judy Ball
It's very important to consider the feelings of your children.
What happens to us in our formative years often stays with us forever.
Touch the face of an angel
Return again the innocence
Begin again along this road
Another face, another road
Said the Toad to the Frog
"Crossing this road takes skill and daring"
Replied the Frog "Everyone's staring and waiting
for your daring self to cross and get splattered on the street".
Milkshakes in the snowstorm?
Hot coffee in the heat of summer?
Bare feet on the rocky shores?
"You're doing it all wrong".
Even the songs you pick are off center,
Blues for a wedding party,
Metallica for the Funeral
And whiskey for water.
You should start all over
Being careful which roads you choose
And keep an open mind
Else you'll miss it all again.