Short Wed Poems
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Alfred the Great
Said, " Peace without axe I will bring with baptism and ring
And beyond all ken
Dunk enemy king and wed Saxons with great Danes to create Englishmen."
spiritual so
your so inspirational
the kind of woman
spiritual so
a man would be so honor
to wed such woman
10/04/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The soul is not
by nature born
Or by the earth
breastfed
It kneels before
loves distant star
Whose light
—its promise wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The shortest month has an extra day
Which time often holds at bay
Thoughts of marriage come into play
Women propose to men!
2-9-2020
Great Leap Forward Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Spare me your excuses
I've heard them all before
There be your abuses
Still crying on the floor
Wearing bumps and bruises
Ever a battered wife
Swearing as he boozes
Ever a battered life
Coniferous Tree
newly wed bride adorned
merry shadow around
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By Hitendra Mehta
( Entry for Members Contest - Haiku me Christmas Tree by Andrea Dietrich )
Wedded Bliss
Helping me to always see
Hoping that we’ll always be
Linked by love forever
Myself to surrender
If we live for each other
Sometimes we will falter
May I always have foresight
To see one of us is always right!.
days slowly dance into chill perfection
gift to my husband and i affection
as trees of winter leaves shed
on Christmas day we first wed
to love and trace each other's direction
12/14/2022
NOT A FUNNY LIMERICK JUST USED THE FORM
Many visions in my head
Most resemble the walking dead
Wide awake lying in my bed
Evil thoughts must be fed
Scoring HIGH on my dark cred
To it I am wed
Scenes dripping a blood red
So many times I have said
I think I need some more of my med
Me in three was a dream,
when I started out young and free.
He went down on one knee,
a box with a ring oh no with a key.
The key to his heart was his plea,
would I stay or flee?
We had some hot tea,
watching out over the blue sea.
We would wed under the pretty big pink tree,
now with baby we are three.
The photographer did not have to tell this bride and groom to not smile.
He had not photographed such a dour newlywed couple ever in his life.
The man looked totally miserable, as did his unhappy looking wife.
They both looked angry, upset, and totally uptight.
The photographer thought this might be a dismal wedding night.
All happens so fast at the drop of a dime
I thought it would take some time
Cold and iced over in this damp abyss
But truth be known --- he had me at the first kiss
Questions with no answers repeat in my mind
Constantly stuck in constant rewind
I feel like flashes fire off in my head
It just seems too fast to be weekend-wed...
Here stand we again
ready to grow
Entering into iron bonds
of matrimony ho-
ly unpredictable, of course, but
And this is their kindest cut:
Since we've each stood there before
We'll walk clear-sighted through this door
Embrace twin pillars of lasting marriage
before us thrust ~
One, of communication
The other, of trust
Thank you for the confusion Lord,
thank you for the doubt
Thank you for those unsure moments
when I could neither whisper nor shout
Thank you for the people Lord
who loved me or hated in vain
But thank you most for the girl I wed
—who took away my pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
‘From The Book Of Prayers’
Poor Julius Fred,
No longer anxious to wed;
A celebratory life once led,
Now, a mixer with the ill-bred,
His eyes, a darker red!
Home goes back to the queerest bed:
Stopper of good use of the best head;
A drift to fatal coma he’d dread,
His life’s yoke heavier than lead.
From his table vanished, the true bread.
And from his memory, the times he truly fed.
Two Sweeties they wed on a beach,
vowed their love with nary a preach.
Though joined once before,
they had love left galore,
and reclaimed their love each to each.
Barefoot they both stood on the sand
reclaiming their lives hand in hand
smiles wreathed with graces
two handsome faces
blessed from on High ain’t love grand.
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Poet: D. Guzzi
In the Song Of The Muses,
the Prince heard his Queen
Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen
The tower lay distant,
its ramparts on guard
Just one point of entry
a hero’s reward
The mist in the valley
its prison to free
Through clouds in the distance
her pleadings, her screams
Two miles before him
all love waits abed
The future unfolding
—his destiny wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen
Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen
The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard
Just one point of entry
a hero’s reward
The mist in the valley
her prison unseen
Through clouds in the distance
her pleadings, her screams
The miles before him
twin antlers ahead
His future unfolding
—his destiny wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The crispy crusty bread
Was as lonely as it gets
As handsome as he was
He had no bride to wed
The crispy crusty bread
He tries all that he can
But to woo a bride he can't
Except the rickety stickety jam
The crispy crusty bread
At last, at noon he said
By this time tomorrow
Bride or death, I'll have instead
The crispy crusty bread
At last,wooed a lass called butter
They had a wedding on the stars
And lived happily ever after
My First attempt at a footle (more to tell a story rather than following the rhyming aspects of true footles).
White lace
Veiled face
Gliding
Down aisle
Await
Altar
Giddy
Cloud nine
She halts
Beside
Her veil
I lift
Eyes gaze
Joy haze
She smiles
Heart skips
I smile
In style
Her hands
Shaking
Holding
In mine
Silent
Whisper
In you
My soul
Entwine
Cloud nine
Married
Life's new
He blows his fortune on poker and rummy
She lives by the fridge where life is so yummy
With vows long ago said
They're now happily wed
He to his gambling and she to her tummy
Are this couple truly happily wed
Is the wife happy because she’s well fed
His poker and rummy
Is not at all funny
Something tells me that the romance is dead
__Belle Bellevue
12/20/22
Add-On
With no noised date yet
On when they have to wed,
Anyone could safely bet
That it’s a right-bed
Welcoming wrongs of the lust-red.
A victorious head on her lap,
First, in a woolen cap,
The idea selling he could in same
Have a lingered nap
Plus things that feed shame
Between a loin and head, no gap!
So far as her trousers flap
Is actualizing An Inviting Map,
It’s a right bed in the wrong,
Advisedly not left too long
Save their wish a future divorce
By fire by force.
They were sweethearts from childhood
Someday wed was understood
Clashing goals drove them apart
Now, there’s no path to their hearts
Lovely in her wedding dress
At the altar, vows professed
Bound ever to another
What might have been was over
Halfway the path to a heart
Another must share that mark
Where true love’s most skillful art
Molds “Until death do us part”
At halfway mark two begin
Both lovingly bound by trust
Life’s reliable linchpin
Forever holds safely thus