Honeymoons Poems | Examples

Pahalgam Attack

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.)

how many dogs are we talking about

So the dog will be in the house?
Yes, they all will.
How many dogs are we talking about?
Only three right now. Two of them are on vacation.

So, when they return you will have five dogs in the house?
Try seven. They are both on their honeymoons.
You know they will bring their brides home with them.
How many dogs do you usually have in your home?

It has been as low as three, but as high as twenty-one.
The woman gave me a strange look.
I cannot interpret it.
It is a look I have never seen before.

Seasons

Like seasons passing,
It starts off spring.
Butterflies in the stomach,
soft, gentle, cool.
Hinting at something
Lingering in the air.
A brush of hands,
still shy
as it forms.

Come summer,
Hot, bright, fiery.
Excitement gone
with the hot red thrill
taking over the gentle.
Heated kisses, 
constant touching,
always present,
no space between,
even if they dare.

In comes fall,
Light wind, soft touches.
The sky lights
with new discoveries
as uncertainty simmers
honeymoons gone,
as the spark flies.

Winter brings the end,
Cold, angry, iced out.
Distance grows,
uncertainty gone,
dissatisfaction taking control.

This is not what we want...
It's not what we deserve...
This isn't what we're worth.

It ends in winter
unhappy
and long overdue.
Goodbyes pass
as they outgrow,
and everything once admirable,
becomes the source of irritation.
The final goodbye
that rolls the credits.

Our Love So Fearless

Our love so fearless 
By Michelle Morris
10/11/2022

Love's intoxicating mist
Surrounds us with her mystery
She is silent and deadly
And we don't stand a chance

Pure heavenly embraces
Sweet kisses laced with sin
Tangled limbs and silk sheets
Leave us weakened by our whims

So many beautiful nights
Underneath the stars
Honeymoons and sweet nothings
We forever share our hearts

No matter how long this lasts
Or how short our mortal years
We shall live beyond galaxies
Forever in our love so fearless

© Michelle Morris, 2022

Flipped Hourglass

*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

Past Venus and Mars

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

Honeymoons

HONEYMOON.

 
Some couples take expensive 
cruises to far off exotic lands!
Others, only use whatever cash
is on hand.


It's that joy that love you deeply  
share,
Two souls, in concert and committed-
that are so special and rare.

In  your future come great children
and  many anniversaries! 
These mean far more than any expensive 
honeymoon, I see!


                      4/11/2021
                        ~ 2 .






In

Coupled

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

So I'M Her Now Huh

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

Yucatan, Et Cetera

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.

Shadowed Night

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.

Niagara Falls

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

" Ike and Jane "- Sequence 2

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."

S'Heaven

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.

S'Heaven

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.

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