Anniversary Marriage Poems | Examples
These Anniversary Marriage poems are examples of Marriage poems about Anniversary. These are the best examples of Marriage Anniversary poems written by international poets.
In marriages,
There will always be words.
But this year, I see numbers.
From the single digit of 6,
To the double digit of 76,
I tell you, I see numbers.
The 6th of 12 was ideal.
June was a very good month.
22 was a wonderful age to be.
It was the age of my bride and me.
17 was a most memorable day.
72 was one heavenly year.
54 is another great number;
Our number of years married.
76 is a blessed number to be.
It's the age of my bride and me.
This June 17 is our anniversary.
We will celebrate Holy Matrimony.
I wanted to write you a
love poem. Then thought,
most love poems nauseatingly
lame. Recycled beautiful,
luscious, adorably cookie-cutter all
the same. Not singular, as Hollywood
Gable and Lombard! More like,
Hallmark~ just fill in the name.
With that in mind, I bought you
a rose, that will wither and die…
on the front seat of a new Alfa
Romeo, to continue park with me
or freely fly. Happy Anniversary.
The first time that I saw your smiling face
My heart was caught and could not look away
Your laughter lit the room with gentle grace
And in that glow my soul was meant to stay
Though years have passed your joy still lights my way
And when we touch I fall as once before
Each warm embrace makes me love you even more
OF THE ESSENCE OF LIFE AND LOVE
(Apropos Of 37 Years Of Onderful Onement Oneness)
The essence of you, is sweet life and love;
My dear angel sent from heaven above:-
Whenever I find myself with you,
It seems there is nothing I cannot do:-
Yes, your essence is sweet life and love;
My dear angel sent from heaven above:-
The light you bring into my life,
Dispels all gloom and strife:-
You promised to leave me never;
And I, to love you now, and forever:-
Hey angel, you mean the world to me:
And I shall love you throughout eternity:
For you are the essence
Of my life and supreme love
My blessed angel
Gifted to me by God above:-
From the first girl scout cookie to a glad gift of gold - sold!
I may not express it enough,
I hope you know I appreciate you.
There's so much you take care of,
And a million things you do.
There are even some things
That you do unknowingly,
As well as the big things,
Like always being there for me.
You never let me down and always
Answer any time I call your phone.
It doesn't matter day or night,
You let me know I'm not alone.
I'm blessed to have you in my life
And I'm very thankful I do.
You're the most amazing woman,
I truly love and appreciate you.
I love you more today.
And I'll love you better than,
What lived and was acquired yesterday?
But still, I'll love you even more tomorrow,
With the richness of incomparable love!
I accept your love today.
I carried your love more than,
The day before the present day.
And yet, you still attain your love for me,
In fulfillment, no other can do.
My soul is yours,
And your spirit be it mine.
Were we meant together for this fortune?
A perpetual life together,
Melding and weaving as one.
I love you more, Shannon! R.I.P.
Heather:
my wife, my partner,
my friend, my lover, my treasure.
She's the one who keeps me grounded;
she is my centre.
She is beautiful, smart, thoughtful, clever
and by any measure,
the smartest thing I ever did was wed her.
(Still not sure what I did to impress her!)
We met many years ago in a choir,
and as events would transpire,
she became my heart's desire.
When I thought of her,
my heart would soar higher.
I just knew I wanted to be beside her
and I've always known
my love for her will never tire.
We have been married for twenty-five years.
There's been lots of smiles and laughter and, yes, a few tears,
ups and downs in our careers,
lots of faith, occasional fears,
but our love...the deepest kind of love...perseveres.
The Secret Side of You
Vs.1) One thing makes me so proud
To know that I know how
You si…ghh when you say My name.
A treasure I hold tight
To know when you sleep tonight
You'll la.. ugh, oh you'll never change.
Chorus*
To know…the one I love
Like no...body else does
You sho…w me the real you,
And I lo….o…ove,
The secret side of you…
All the sweet things only lovers get to do,
Yess, I lo…ove, the secret side of you.
Vs 2) That look comes to your eyes
As if you try to memorize
Every li…ine, of my face.
That shock of lightning fire
That look of desire
I can almost feel your embrace.
Repeat Chorus*
Tag: yes, I lo…ove, the secret side of you.
All the sweet things only lovers get to do…
How I lo…ove, the secret side…of you.
Chamois soft and diamond strong
kitten cute and tigress tough.
Childlike as a robin's song
and yet complex, strangely enough.
With you gone I always get antsy,
out of sorts and not-so-jingly.
With you here I feel romancey,
dancy, spry, and neck-hair-tingly.
The prize of your eyes a daily surprise
into their liquid grace I'm gazing.
You truly make our love lovely
and life's twisting maze amazing.
Like the fresh air a cool spring rain gave,
like a soak in a tension-soothing spa,
like spray from a warm Caribbean wave
you leave me in total ahhh.
// Celebrating Janet, my best friend and bride of 39 years //
Framed art and photos on the Johnsons’ wall
depict the beauty of four generations~~
awards, graduations, baptisms, weddings,
holiday scenes, birthday celebrations. . . .
One needs no explanations for these.
The image of two lovely white swans stands out.
Their gracefully curved necks form a complete heart.
Why is this artwork there for all to see?
The golden wedding anniversary reception, planned by
the Johnsons’ grateful children, was unforgettable.
Dozens came with gifts and kind words that night.
The oldest son’s comments were short and sweet.
On behalf of the family, he poetically and movingly
described how those cuddling swans symbolized
their parents, whose deep commitment, based on love,
had sustained them and their family for half a century.
Sunflower is the petal symbol,
Big round face follows the sun,
Signifies Honesty as a yellow cymbal,
Light in Truth sets free one,
Sheds light on fidelity, living loyal,
As 18 is coming of age, Love matures Hon!
18, the Chinese hold to be “prosperal”,
Past attempts weighed only a gram,
Will now weigh a ton, flourish neural!
Garnet does as 18’s stone,
Balanced intimacy levelly sensual,
Beyond a crush has attraction grown,
Giving, doing became mutual, sharing natural,
In the words of Judy Garland:
“Not in my ears, but in my heart, you whisper”,
“Not my lips, but my soul, you kissed!”
Sunflowers are drought resistant,
Reigns reciprocal kindness are dropping Rains!
The Wedding Prayer
Your hand I hold,
your ring I place,
our future dreams to unfold.
I see you there,
all gowned in white,
our union we will share.
I pray my Lord,
this bond we hold,
will keep until we get old.
Past chapel fair,
past garden grounds,
our marriage we declare.
And if in sickness,
we cannot be as one,
being by each other’s side,
we preseve our love,
cherishing memories,
and to each other still abide.
by Martin Braun
2.23.2023
spires stretch heavenward in a twilight sky
crimson hues and nighttime blues do battle
as people lope lazily over a dusky bridge
like cattle with cameras;
snapping the domed limestone giant
below, boatmen skim across a shimmering mirror
reflecting fragmented moments
cast down from the world above
floating like flotsam; lifeblood
coursing through the city’s stone heart
amid those masses, we watched
the shadows grow steadily longer
and balls of soft lamplight glow gently brighter
until, suspended in the darkening air
they floated like no post was there
then, just like that -
the city shrugged off day’s last light
wrapping herself in the mysteries of night
where amorous wishes and twisting seine scenes
led to candlelit kisses and solitaire dreams
This day, a new year marks and also brings
afresh sweet memories of vows exchanged
one shy of thirty years ago, of rings
in token and in pledge, a day arranged
by God, ere we were knitted in the womb.
Why He joined us, and through His providence,
did graft us to his vine, our love to bloom,
is known to Him alone. Its consequence
yet hidden from our eyes, but what a wealth
have we, thus joined, shared on this wending way
in joy, in sorrow, sickness, and in health!
In confidence, with surety, I say:
yet were I able all this to foresee,
a thousand times again, would I choose thee.
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A sonnet I wrote for Frances for our anniversary a few years back, found rummaging old computer files... We're coming up on 37 years in January