Marriage Pantoum Poems

you are such a darling 
beating is your heart 
may I talk to your mother,  your father 
to convey to them I love your...

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The tears in her eyes speak of untold happiness
Bubbling over from a full heart no words confess
The deepest reaches of her indescribable joy
Her wedding day...

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Loveliest memories the kids couldn’t eyewitness
When browsing their father’s tab, found a folder 
The new couple were swapping the looks of sweetness
Fascinated with the scintillating...

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I love your soft heavenly kisses 
You had me when you chirped hello                   ...

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Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The...

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She called me up a while ago
In her voice there was a glow
I've got some news for you, said she
I'm getting married soon, you see

In...

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His eyes stealthily sweep the room
For women uncrowded by men or age.    
To temptations he’s secretly doomed,
His desire rattles the bars of...

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The conga line stretches on for miles,
With wedding gown leading her groom,
Swerving in and out of future trials,
Before the newlyweds head to their room.

With wedding...

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Disappointment furrowed her thin blond brows
It seemed a lifetime ago that 
They’d declared their love with marriage vows
She’d forgive rather than combat 

This man, who...

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When I, close my eyes, you are all I see.
The, thought of you will never leave my mind.
For you, are the one who set my...

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Used, and slightly abused, heart for sale
Cost, not much, just a lifetime of love
A vow to keep me safe and warm
Your solemn promise to always...

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Reminisce the vows as you become my wife
Through eternal summers we dance and play
Amidst the boughs on the tree of life
True Loves remembrance on mid-summers...

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Perfection, Perfectly (A pantoum)

That thing hung over me
Like a musty old cloak
Grown heavy with hate moss
Dripping from its frayed edges

Like a musty old cloak
Warning me...

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Adoption Pantoum 
By Victoria H. Peurifoy © 8/2010

His conception was a surprise 
Mom is mad as hell, wants me under a jail 
Daughter ages ten...

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November’s sitting at her loom.
For gown of lace, a wrap she weaves,
And when she meets her dauntless groom,
They’ll dance among the fallen leaves.

For gown of...

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