Long Wedding day Poems
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you may not remember
me now by name
or the promises made
on our wedding day
through the thick and the thin
to have and to hold
from the days of our youth
to the foothold of old
whatever is thrown
in our direction my love
it never will be
enough to break us up
even if you
forget who i am
a promise is a promise
and needs to be kept
through good times and bad
till death do us part
though appearances change
love is still where we are
memory may falter
and in time quickly fade
but i remember the alter
and the promises made
I've seen several family members succumb to memory loss over the last several years which is the reason for this and several poems I've written with this subject in mind...
(Dedication: For Michael and Clara
on your Wedding Day, today,
Saturday, 19 July 2014)
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Cheer fills this day, charm looks profound;
Union of souls here on this earth;
See moments play in sacred grounds;
Trust makes one whole, now glimpse new worth;
Opt to share voice ever sincere;
Make love a sign spanning your time;
Applaud fine choice etching your years;
Rouse fond design with sanguine chimes;
Yield to your heart, explore all things.
Rise together, dare life's struggles;
Ignite true start, dare swirl and fling;
True love matters in your fable;
Enjoin true quest now man and wife;
Sense precious fest graced with grand life.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet with 2 acrostic messages.)
"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 the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
Now silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
Still through the window shines the sun.
How should I love, yet be so young?
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
I take this to be a naughty, suggestive poem, but one that makes us feel sympathy for a young bride, quite possibly a child bride.
Keywords/Tags: maiden, mother, mother and daughter, bailey, beareth, bell, lily, rose, silver, gold, robes, sun, love, young, youth, girl, bower, bridal shower, wedding, woman, women,
O Winter, why this desolation? Trees, once verdant now stand bare
Flowers, long in hibernation; clouds that frown with ominous stare,
Bleak winds chill the rain-soaked bones and blow the leaves from yard to yard
Winter is for hardy souls whose skin is thick when life runs hard.
Come quickly, Spring, just weeks away, fulfill your promise: life anew
A ring to give, a vow to make, a oneness where there once were two
A fleeting, tragic, rain-drenched moment. One is gone, just one is left.
Foul Winter, taking one too soon, and leaving one too soon bereft.
Intrepid one - my dear, strong niece - you face the future minus one
Yet Spring is poised to soon return with yet another hope-filled sun
I throw a penny of good wishes in your fountain of love lost
What's this? Another penny there; another, and another tossed...
By end of week a million pennies tossed by those whose love pours out
A million small expressions of compassion for your winter drought
You're not alone, O precious one, you live enveloped by so many
Hope is winter's antidote; and love is spring's eternal penny.
Written the week my niece's 29-year-old fiance died in
an automobile accident, 2 months shy of their wedding day.
Written 8 Mar 2015
Fern was wearing his grandmother’s ring again.
It was a beautiful piece, a pretty pink stone.
Hot pink. She had no idea what kind it was.
Quartz maybe. Citrine? Possibly. Limestone?
Probably not, but it was a superb stone.
The ring’s band was magnificent, shaped like leaves.
Fern had admired this ring since the first day she met Tim’s grandmother.
She felt like four years of dating, and six years of marriage earned her this ring.
Tim was on wife number five now; none of them had quite suited.
He was always on the look-out for the next one almost the second he tied the knot.
It has been twenty-two years since Fern had received this gorgeous ring,
Straight from the finger of his favorite relative, on their wedding day.
“I always wanted you to have it,” His grandmother told her. “I’m glad it’s yours.”
Tim’s newest wife, Claudia, four months new, was working at Sprint with Fern’s daughter, Faith now.
Yesterday Claudia asked Faith “Does your mom ever wear Tim’s grandmother’s ring?”
Faith knows I always wear it, but she told Claudia she “did not know.”
Apparently Tim wants it back “in the family.” The family of four months?
He can have it when he’s ready to come home,
And not one minute sooner.
Fern hardened her heart,
Taught by the
Master.
Beyond romance
of one-flesh* ecstasy…
above sweet expectations
during marriage-vow recital…
may God’s love lift you up together
bound by His passionate affection, divine
toward blessed, blissful, beautified union… verily triumphant!
When facing turmoil
after grand wedding date…
from struggles and adjustments
despite sweet honeymoon’s delight…
may the Lord’s care keep you all the more
cleaving well to one another much intimately
thanking God for blessing you as husband and wife!
Constantly in love
within faith-commitment’s cord
enclosed by the great Lover’s warmth
fiery, to quench coldness of decadence…
may Christ’s grace ceaselessly wrap your hearts
sealing your devotion, to weather marital challenges
as you stay joyous in your partnership that exalts the Saviour!
Dedicated to Agape and Joey on their wedding day, January 7, 2020.
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
January 7, 2020
2nd place, "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri; judged by 1/28/2020.
There's something
Special about May and me.
As we approach the end of May,
And as June at our doorsteps lay,
There's a thing or two I'd like to say.
From time to time along the line of life,
May has been a springboard,
A diving board,
A starting point,
A launching pad,
A gateway,
To a life of work and purpose,
Disconnecting me from childhood play.
May contains the dismay I felt on the day
of my dad's demise when I was 13.
May houses my graduations
From elementary, high school, and college.
May documents my final preparations for
My upcoming June wedding day.
May records the day I left home at 17
To start a life of my very own.
May reveals the priceless snapshot
Of mom, grandma, and my 8 younger
Siiblings waving goodbye to me.
As I think and muse about the month of May,
I am permiated by things that were sometime grey.
But I also see a key unlocking a host of precious memories. I tell you, There's really something special between May and me.
Taking this heart, trying to mold it, into what you want it to be,
Capturing it, holding it hostage, pretty soon I can't breathe,
I can see his controlling nature, selfishly from the door,
You don't want me, you want a puppet, and I am not that girl,
Years from now you'll notice, if you got your way,
If you managed to conform me, you wouldn't want me anyway,
Because this is not about loving me and accepting me for who I am,
This is all about loving and accepting yourself, so deep in control mode he can't understand,
What if I let you have your way, and become Your robot through life,
You would become stagnant in your growth, I could never be your wife,
And until you let go of the hold you have on yourself, and can truly see what it means to love another,
I can only remain your friend, because I love you too much, my brother,
And I will walk with you in friendship until you see the light,
And help prepare you to love yourself, before you take a wife,
And if this friendship diminishes when you finally find your way,
I will be clapping in the background on your wedding day,
And if you ask me later on, why did I even bother,
Its because my husband died at a young age, and I know what love is, my brother,
If it took me losing everything to see love clearly, in my heart it's worth it,
I live for for something much more dear, and for his love I'll prove it.
On the day u were born the day you came into this you world ,you changed my life forever my beautiful baby girl..
You learn the meaning and you understand what unconditional love really is ,you protect and LOVE HER & try to do ur best and give all u have to give ..
You watch her grow and see her learn like a little sponge everything she absorbs ,and the bigger she grows each day you just love her more n more ..
She has her first broken heart and as u watch her cry , a little peace of ur heart just breaks apart inside ..
And before you know it you turn around and she's already going her own way,shes about to walk dwn the isle because it's her wedding day ..
And you Cant help not to cry as you see her for the first time as a bride ,and you think to urself how proud u r Your the luckiest mum alive....
a forgotten hope chest –
linen s!t!i!t!c!h!e!d with love by candlelight
c r u m b l e now to the mere touch—
past companionship … forgotten s n a t c h e s of conversation
fill the a i r
mingling with my t
e
a
r
s…
regret never far away—
a childhood dream
in the c*a*r*v*e*d initials in the door jamb –
the door permanently removed
to let the departed soul escape –
now weathered by exposure to the salt s e a a i r beyond
ThaT I can TasTe in my T
e
a
r
s
the equally weathered picture [FRAME]
against the f a i g paint
l k n
above the hope chest
had encompassed our hopes o u
on our wedding day l d
now as ephemeral as the s c u d d i n g c s
above the r e s t l e s s ocean
as I look down
at my wedding dress
now yellowed
to the colour of the moss
b.e.t.w.e.e.n the flagstones of the hallway
your M*Dness now resonates with method –
an escape from the inevitable suffering
of your illness
weathered moments
lost out to sea with your departure—
I set your memory
f r e e …