Dress Wedding Poems | Examples
These Dress Wedding poems are examples of Wedding poems about Dress. These are the best examples of Wedding Dress poems written by international poets.
white as a wedding cake and bride’s satin dress
feathers as whimsical and frothy as white lace
delicate and delightful, the dove flew into the room
bringing a sense of peace and joy, hope hanging on her edges
the hawks were disturbed; they wanted war and turmoil
they cringed a bit, feeling that God was in the house
The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride in her long wedding dress and veil. Family and friends gather to watch this union take place. They hang on every word as the vows are being said. Then the happy couple are pronounced husband and wife. In the mouth of desire a big kiss gets planted. Pictures are take, then off to the dinner.
Now we are married
July Fourth celebration
Anniversary
After The Wedding
after the I do’s
after the photographs
after the guests have gone
after the rice is swept up
after the toasts
after the dances
after the wedding dress is stored
after the rental tux is returned
after the banquet hall is dark
after the hot honeymoon
Now the marriage begins
On reddish twilight,
couple young and bright
in love at first sight.
Flowing emotion
on new relation.
Though they met by chance.
She blushed as he glanced.
His soul and heart danced.
Two hearts came too close.
He dared to propose
with scarlet red rose.
Snow white wedding dress
embedded with lace :
Bride in cheerful face
showed reddened passion !
Unique unison.
I read these letters I've written,
One was to be continued,
I must have been dreaming,
It made no sense.
Dreaming.
No one has three dresses,
the couple are strangers.
I'll never find them anyway,
the list.
Dreaming no more.
You do,
I do.
Why didn't he say some words like we do?
All was there,
no dress,
no shiny shoes,
no list,
no dreaming.
All was good.
Me,
You,
This Preacher,
His witnesses.
Witness His counsel he said,
What counsel?
Dreaming.
I'm young again.
We're Counsel.
You,
Me,
A Preacher,
His Words.
His Counsel,
Our love on paper to witness.
Dreaming no more.
I'm dreaming no more.
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
My sister got married in white
Gran commented, “That isn’t right -
You are no virgin bride
That’s YOUR son by your side
You should have kept your legs shut tight!”
Wedding day
Classic rings
Loving eyes
Hopeful gaze
Longing for
Meaningful days
A broken promise
Not fully broken
Chains of lies
Crushed today
Sun setting on
Winter days
Sun rising
On frequent
Summer days
All because
This wedding is done
A different way
White dress
No peeping!
Hopeful
Tears will
Appear
On our
Special day
Like a
Burst of
Joy
Running
Down
Your face
Hoping
That
That day
Will be
The start
Of many
more bright
Filled days
White dress
Black suit
Tradition! Tradition!
What the hell
Else am I supposed
To do?
Do I like this dress?
Does this make
Me look fat?
Hope
Fear
& trembling
I now know
How my grandmother
Felt
Is this man
Safe to live,
Be,
& breathe with?
What if the
Tables change?
& there is no escape?
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe….
Don’t let
Fear be the busy bee
Remember
What they said
Fear held her back
Like chains
Cemented into
The floor
“Break free my love!
Break free!
The past no longer
Has to be!”
So I step forward
In that white dress
Ready to embrace
The newness life
Has to offer
Because life doesnt
Have to be like
My past
My future is
So much brighter
If I allow it to be
Based upon an entry in the mid-19th Century autobiography of Presbyterian Theodore Clapp, who lived for several decades in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Of the many young brides who I’ve married,
None were more exquisite than her.
Her pleasant charm, and smile so merry,
Both made my old heart stir.
Her fiancé loved her deeply
And she cherished him like no other.
Her father gave her away happily,
In front of her joyful mother.
In the afternoon wedding her vows were said,
While a bouquet in hand she carried.
Their reception next was well-attended,
like many young couples that I have married.
A few hours later, she fell deathly ill.
Then suddenly, she no longer stirred.
Later that night, in her wedding dress still,
And with bouquet in hand, she was interred.
Deep within her family sepulcher
Remain four questions unanswered.
Why then? Why her?
What purpose was served?
And how does one assuage the ones who loved her?
Today’s the date I married,
Many, many moons ago.
My wedding dress was long and white;
In back, there was a bow.
It wasn’t from a bridal shop;
I’d purchased it alone.
There was one I’d liked much better
So I’d searched to find a phone.
I called my mom, describing both;
The other one was green,
To match my boyfriend’s 3 piece suit.
Though I was torn between,
My mother’s voice had not one doubt.
In fact, she almost hissed,
“You have to get the white one,”
All my arguments dismissed.
In pictures, we are smiling
And the white dress that I wore
Looked more bridal, but not better
Than the one left at the store.
The large black rat snake established residence inside.
When we try to scoop it up she is keen enough to hide.
She slithers and swishes in a kind of frantic frenzied glide.
I hope she does not appear and scare our newest bride.
This is a wedding dress store, full of tulle and pearls from the tide.
We do not want to advertise that we have a resident snake inside.
It might frighten away our customers, and grandmas of the bride.
I hope that if we cannot catch it, the snake will continue to hide.
The sun lights ablaze the insides of the church
And colours the aisle for a girl to waltz down
Clutching a carved dress sashaying over stone
She reaches the end and is dropped to the ground
Her girl hands to her a tarnished black bouquet
Of damp chrysanthemums and roughly cut hay
And weeps on her dress, hoping that she will say
“I’m here now my sweet, so put those tears away”
She sits there in silence as the pastor stands
And pulled to the side are her daughter’s pale hands
He blesses the dress, and each last tear is shed
And prayers reach the ears of each bowed down head
Each eye minds her shell when at last she stands up
And pictures her dancing, might that be enough!
But strapped in her dress she is forced to behave
Tucked under the wood as she walks to her grave
My mother’s wedding gown
in my closet, whispers a tale
of love and togetherness!
the gold embroidery
all over, done intricately,
dazzles like a star-studded sky,
picturing the glitter and pomp…
telling me story of that special occasion!
I caress the gown with tender hands,
It hums a song which my mother chose
for her wedding day!
The lustrous silk rustles,
The lace murmurs softly to my touch..
I close my eyes, to listen to the
melody that silky, satiny, subtle-hued dress sing -
a song which crooned in the heart of a
ravishing bride !
her white chiffon dress swirled around his dark tuxedo
they were waltzing to the delight of their wedding guests
magical moment captured by cameras around the room
happily forever after
Every moment leads up to this
From the first kiss
And the first argument,
It makes up this wonderful moment
Long gone are the days we'd wonder
What it would be like being together
Here we are, you looking like a great wonder
In that beautiful dress coming to be joined together
And when you come up, walk slowly
I want to take in this moment real slow
For I always want to remember you as lovely
So that I'm always here to maintain that glow
You look so relaxed I'm sure you got your vows right
While I was shaking just trying to put this words
I was trembling I could barely write
I just hope when it's my turn, I'll master my words
I'll speak of how it's important to me
That even when I'm not at my best
That you remain steadfastly by me
Cause together we can overcome any test
Every moment right after this
From the sealing kiss
To the life ahead as a one,
For you, I hope that I'll always be the one
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