Bridal Shower Poems | Examples of Bridal Shower Poetry

What demands our attention today? A war devoid of consequences, Or a history shaped by creationism? A stillbirth born without shame? Vivid pain and haunting memories linger. A wedding absent of both bride and groom— Did we call for the ceremony too soon? The Gen Z lifestyle is...

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The bride ran from the unconsummated ceremony weeping. The best man had handed her a note; the groom was not coming. He couldn’t have told her before the guests arrived? Before she put on her gown and veil? Before her daddy walked her down the aisle? A track star, she was faster than anyone else. She ran until she could run...

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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. "the act of separating the Two" The Twenty One Day Rule By Professor Meanus Labyrinth "Gabba Gabba Hey" Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa" Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null. or not any,...

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Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat, Lest haste consume your soul's retreat. Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time, For pleasing all is a futile rhyme. In seeking validation, you may lose your way, And those you please will mock you on your final day. Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress, For pleasing others can lead to financial distress. You...

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The day the hour, The meat the shower, Show no oscillating octopus to an octagonal obelisk and eat a Greek tortilla upside down in a second. It is wiser to tread lightly in a miller’s abode. Round and round the turrets go those turtles so mind your footing for shells can be slippery really. When shopping for an...

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I lie, naked, cast aside in the shadows, My flesh, bare, crumbles among the carcasses of half-dying thoughts. I stare upon myself— Is this truly I, This forsaken creature, Smiling with bitter contentment at my eternal decay? Is this endless humiliation Truly the flame of my soul burning within my skin? Who was it that shaped me? And who, so merciless, invited me to...

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Light my way, O autumn skies. Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies. Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk? Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon. Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus. Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow. Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds. Cluster up damp, urban life. Troubled, vagabond? Too late, frozen? Repent? Up! Folly of summer, blaze high. Strangers in a foreign land, stand. Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride! Forever,...

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It's a promise to laugh at the good. Be silly, spontaneous and comfortable being yourself. It's a promise to be supportive. Be the shoulder. Be the rock. Be the hand to hold each other up. It's a promise to accept. Accept the flaws-the big and the small. It's a promise to disagree. To argue and get mad. It's a promise to forgive. To listen and...

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The Mistake He had been invited for dinner in Peking by a group of business leaders who had invested much money for his venture and success, but they thought his fee was too much. I wanted to discuss the matter He took the plane to Pekin; when he landed, it was mid-morning, but there was no one...

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Katie’s ribs pressed against her skin, the sharp angles of a body once soft. She lifted her blouse, let me see— the stubs, the little bumps, two perfect incisions smooth as marble. I swallowed. Physically lubricious—I couldn’t do it. Her perfume fought the chemo stench. Coiffed mascara, a careful face, a practiced smile, teeth too straight. She asked if I still wrote poetry. I said nothing. Once,...

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How much more attractive is a freshly cleaned toilet than a bride ...

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Bhanu Singher Padaboli Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe) O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur Soulmate, a windcatcher, come along, fly on, o fly on! The sky blue innocence a morn and my morning dew the heart...

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"The Maiden's Song" or "The Bridal Morn" is an ancient Middle English poem about a young girl, a bride, on the morning after her wedding day. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maidens came to my mother’s bower. I had all I would, that hour. The bailey beareth...

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You, my life and my girl In these together If we have to burn In the embers they fan We're dying together I abort her never She has to deliver And the world of her dad Rule over forever. You, my life and my love In eyes yours I see my girl So closely knit...

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Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower, You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain. Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower, You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane. The half-yellow and the half-green leaves Are trying to mimic your beautiful color. Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears, And Squirrel and Nightingale in a state of horror. Flower of one of...

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