Fiancée Poems | Examples

Lost

Lost....

When I'm without you,
Simply I am lost.

Left on my own and lonely,
Outcast from all that’s glossy.
So far from my one and only,
Too many miles by hoof.

Told you,
I’m lost,
In the shadows,
aloof.

Longingly looking for you,
Only to find you’re not there.
Solidifying what's true,
To be found nowhere.

Liz White,
I’m lost,
Without you,
I despair.
In the echo of your absence,
I’m a whisper in the air.

Perception - Mirror

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you- Rumi
                          (Picture: 2)


What is beauty?

It’s a knotty problem to be solved.

Does it hide in our faces? Thoughts?

In our actions?  Or in our achievements?

Snow shielded ground is a setback for many beasts

But not for a polar bear

I felt the rainy day irksome.

When I walked with my fiancée in rain, I felt the rainy day awesome.

Where is beauty?

Perception matters, doesn't it?


Place: 14th

Felicity Gets Married

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.

Dress De Flor

Dress De Flor
 
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and dyed red.
The store owner's son
placed an order for a gown.
Dressmakers fear him.
"I want to impress,
have it ready by Sunday"
For your fiancée?
I’ll start right away. 
"It’s for her bridal shower.
Just have it ready"...
..."I’m back for the dress.
It looks just like the picture.
I’m surely impressed.
How will she sit down?"
Just not on her derrière, 
There was no time left
I Worked day and night
With the few days you gave me
Forgive me please sir.
Best for her to stand all day.

Our Special Day

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

Cowboy Psychiatry

He’s a man of few words when he wants to be
And his silence can rival the Sphinx,
But be spins a good yarn during therapy
With his analyst pouring the drinks.
His obsession with fishing’s a mania,
Always dying to dangle the bait.
His aversion to marriage, a phobia,
His fiancée will just have to wait.

It’s all cowboy psychiatry, mirrors and smoke
In some Freudian home on the range.
Though this good ol’ boy’s often laid out on the couch,
I don’t think he’s likely to change.

He’s obsessive compulsive habitually
In matters to which he is drawn,
And he’s down at the topless bar ritually,
Unless there’s a football game on.
He’s conflicted about schizophrenia,
Thinks anxiety’s nothing to dread.
He exhibits selective amnesia,
And he’s passive aggressive in bed.

It’s all cowboy psychiatry, cognitive bull,
And those inkblots are all kind of strange.
He’ll always deny its denial, no doubt. 
I don’t think he’s likely to change.
Regardless his problems,
He’d rather be thera-pissed off, than thera-pissed on.

The Murder of An Innocent Being

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.

My Queen-03

(Dedicated to my “Little Queen Fiancée” Sultana Yeasmin)

On the canvas of heart 
Let me build my home of love 

The air freshness of Eden Garden 
Let it come to hug us 

Through the buzzing of honey bees  
Let's make a song of epithalamion 

It’s you; it's me on the everlasting chariot of trust 
Bride or groom is nothing on our friendship mast


© Mahtab Bangalee,Chattogram
July 28, 2021

My Queen-01

(Dedicated to my Beautiful Little Queen Fiancée Sultana Yeasmin)

In the starry lap of mangrove
I sought you with a queen crown
Cordial arms of maple tree
Invited you to my heart

Where I'll go dawn to dust,
Where I'll go twilight to daylight
Moments are crawling to me

Without you, like the long sighs

What I said that's not fairytale
What I wrote that's not fiction bell
What I felt that's not fabrication gel
All virtual messages are truthful gale

I sought you in the pure embryo of raindrops
I sought you in the stage of unruly time loops
I sought you as radar of the constellation river

For all galaxies, I sought you as a source of power
From the Janali Baper Bari to universe horizon
From the Bay of Bengal to the highest Paradise lawn
I sought you beside me as my soul queen forever
Please; be mine
Please; be mine

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
28/07/2021

A Tuberculoid South Africa Miner

A tuberculoid South African miner
Was lately turned down by fiancée Dinah;
What shall her decision change to also move Mount Sinai,
Her lover part time book binder
To better forget his trusted Prophetess Regina;
Very unlikely now to be a solution finder
For his being further diagnosed with life-threatening angina;
All too inauspicious to not dream of things getting finer
Even if he should clench a lucky visa to China
For nursing back his body progressively getting thinner
Or clinch the more health-protecting job of document signer

Love Or Lust

Love 
Passionate, romantic 
Pining, enduring, pleasing 
Sweetheart, fiancée, pick-up, convenience 
Uncaring, unsatisfying, unfulfilling 
Quick, disastrous      
Lust


written April 26, 2021

Love That I Fallen

LOVE THAT I FALLEN
By: Poetic-Life
March 21, 2020

You are one of the greatest man I know, 
The world should have more like you,
You know what love is in the world to me,
When God ask your mother to bring you 
into this world he made you for me,
And I thank God for that everyday,

You were another treasure from God,
You may have went through a bad
situation but you made into a good
situation when we started dating,
And I am glad our paths were
met on October 22, 2018,

So I am so happy to be your fiancée on 
March 12, 2020, I hope you have a 
Happy 35th Birthday, Don’t do to much partying 

By: Poetic-Life
March 21,2020

The Lady Down the Lane

When I was but a boy
in the small village of Cold Springs,
I lived near a cantankerous old witch.
At least, that's what the gossip implied she was.
Her name was Almeda Hamilton, and she was a hoarder.
Of course, we knew nothing of hoarders back then
and most everyone thought she was plum crazy.
She'd trap and skin groundhogs and squirrels,
salt their hides and stitch their raw pelts into fur coats.
Pew, you could smell her coming downwind for miles.
She lived off-road in a patch of trees
in a dilapidated cottage crammed with garbage.
The irony is, her father once owed the whole county,
and she was an heiress,
suffering from a severe phobia and mental problem.
Years back, or so the story goes,
her fiancée had left her at the altar,
but her father had built them that house,
and so, she stayed there a recluse.
It was rumored she'd buried hordes of cash,
and when she died, alone in her filth,
her property was potholed by fools trying to find it.
I confess, I felt sorry for her then, and still do,
for the lady got mistreated by the world,
and on its behalf, I apologize.


(Free Verse)


03/18/2020

Fortunately

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.

So You Want a Diamond

So you want a diamond
A great big stone
I don't need a fiancée
I want to be alone

So you want a band of gold
Looking for a man
No ring from me
Ill run as fast as I can

So you want a commitment
A long term promise
Not from me
Wishful thinking I guess

So you want to walk away
All mad at me
I don't understand
What the problem might be

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