Reception Wedding Poems | Examples
These Reception Wedding poems are examples of Wedding poems about Reception. These are the best examples of Wedding Reception poems written by international poets.
Church Wedding Day Bells ring
Soon we will be together as one
Our love will always be among
Attendees will observe
Our voices being words
Heart to Heart
Eye to Eye
Love devotion committed
Hand in Hand directed
Exchanging vows
Under Heaven’s watch
The Rings and Kiss
My Friend and Partner
Man and Wife
Strong Foundation
Reception in our honor
The Music and Dance
Our spotlight
Enchanted for sure
Our ever after
Honeymoon joy
Embark
Embrace
Love now into ever more.
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?
October brings best wedding time,
When couples heart unite sublime,
Its colorful hues of hills & trees,
Seems like a painting on a piece.
On bright sunny wedding epoch,
Dancing begins outside the church,
Music of drums serenades all,
Groom rides Mustang without a fall.
Wedding seems like fairy story,
Groom stands on the altar tensely,
The bride walks the isle like princess,
Flower girls sprinkle rose petals.
After wedding, its picture time,
Couple pose with romantic shine,
Everyone gets a snap with pair,
Memory to last forever.
Dusk sets in near reception hall,
Party to dance without a fall,
Food, wine, sparklers, enjoy it all,
dance till you drop & mingle with all.
A couple are wed
At a tiny chapel
On a country road
The guest are waiting
Outside to congratulate
The guest gather outside
only the wedding party
Are allowed inside
For the wedding ceremony
The guest greet thecouple
When they come outside
Throwing rice at them
When they leave the chapel
They go somewhere for photos
While the guest travel
To the reception hall
When the meal is served
A toast to bride and groom
Then throw the bouquet
With dancing music follows
The Hedgehog wedding was the talk of Dry Gulch Creek.
There were moles, badgers, chipmunks and mice that squeak.
Cheering commenced when the bride bent kissed the groom.
Then the couple took a giant leap of faith over a broom.
The bride was a hustler, the groom was a cook so great.
The provided their guests with veggies and rib eye steak.
Heinz 59 said the bride, nothing too good for our guests.
Wedding party agreed the food they served was the best.
You have got yourself a great man, the cousins told the bride.
The groom’s cousins were giving the bridesmaids fancy eye slides.
By end of the reception, three more couples were engaged.
I guess being married to male cooks is now all the rage.
The ceremony is over,
The register has been signed:
Two people, very much in love,
Walk slowly down the aisle.
The bride, radiant and happy –
The man she loves right by her side;
The groom smiles proudly at his wife –
And they walk out of the church,
To show the waiting world,
They have made their vows –
So begins their life together, as man and wife.
Now the reception is over,
Toasts have been proposed and speeches made.
The cake cut,
The photographer gone.
And confetti lies on the ground.
Guests have gone home.
Now, the bride and groom
Set off on their honeymoon.
The happy couple arrive at an unknown destination,
Together and alone at last.
And there we must leave them
On their wedding night,
To begin their life as man and wife.
With passion and love that will reign supremely,
‘Til death them do part
God bless the bride and groom.
beautiful wedding
priest gave a lovely talk
message was “marry someone you are proud of”
Three couples broke up during the reception
Socialized behavior went out the window
Yelling, screaming, throwing of chairs
Rings were thrown
Accusations were shrieked
Guests got more than they paid for
Priest took another sip of red wine
Having no idea that he was the instigator of the mayhem
We married, on your birthday!
In San Francisco City Hall.
There was no family present,
Just you and I~ that's all!
We were two very young, and
very much in love elopers.
Nothing stood in our way, we
were over-comers, not life-copers.
Who drove from frozen, blizzardly
Chicago to our foggy city by the bay.
We chose to live our lives in our own
unique artistic way.
There was no wedding reception,
no gifts, no band.
Just a couple divinely in love, and
Panagiota so proud to wear that gold
wedding band!
Death took you from this life,
when you were still very young.
But her love for you, remains a song,
that everyday is sung.
And this forever young bride cannot forget
that day.
The sun, the Cable Cars, the glorious fog,
as her tears now fall into San Francisco Bay!
Rest in peace, my love!
Panagiota
January 29,2022
A couple got married in the Winter Wonderland
For the reception they hired a mariachi band
They danced a Spanish jig,
Then left in a borrowed rig
Stiffing the poor caterer because the food was bland.
written December 23, 2021
Best man, maid of honor,
Father of the bride.
Toss the bouquet and the garter,
Groomsmen on the side.
In-laws, photographers, caterers…
Don’t forget to tip the waiters.
DJ stage, reception hall,
Gold bands, first dance, pillar to post….
And now a toast:
Here’s to prideful selfishness and petty vanities.
Those rocks and shoals can wreck your ship.
Suspicions will harbor resentment
And threaten your future contentment.
Be careful as you navigate your way.
Here’s to unresolved childhood issues
And deep-seated jealousies.
They can sabotage your happiness
And lead to endless miseries.
Beware these hidden dangers every day.
Here’s to poor communication
And a lack of empathy.
Emotional projections
That highlight imperfections…
The disrespect that only leads to tears.
Here’s to blissfulness and diligence,
Tolerance and vigilance,
Wedding rings and lovers’ knots,
Champagne and caveats.
Cheers!
The bride was sweet, the groom was an unknown entity.
Not old enough to be married, she was barely twenty.
I protested all the way to the church, my cries unheard.
My husband told me to settle down, not be a nerd.
But she’s a baby, I protested. She cannot bake or cook.
Time to teach her, he told me, and gave me that look.
She was my granddaughter, a beauty, and not educated yet.
She had no pots or pans, just some posters, and a spoiled pet.
What does he see in her? I asked. She’s not grown, not ready.
His name was Frederick, but his side called him Freddy.
He’s a baby! His grandma protested from the row beside me.
I pretended not to hear, but snorted, secretly laughing in glee.
We met at the reception, and got along great, two old ladies fair.
She’s adorable she said. I especially love her gorgeous blonde hair.
He’s a prince, I told her in a reciprocally wonderful way.
Two fast friends finding each other on their wedding day.
Now we share great-grandchildren, and we are extremely happy.
To give them back to their parents. We have both become sappy.
Date: Feb 24, 2020
Contest: Occasional Poetry
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
I attended a wedding where the bride and groom were giggling
Everything seemed to be a secret between the two of them.
They looked way too young to be married, and they probably were.
I was the mother of the bride, and I thought she was too young
Even though she was five years older than I had been when I married
My husband kept saying how much he wanted to get out of there
But we were stuck up front, because we were the parents so we stayed
The reception was terrific. My sister kept telling me to stop dancing.
She was afraid at my age I might have a heart attack.
We are the same age, we are twins. I thought this was hilarious.
I may have overdone it. I was hospitalized three days later.
For pneumonia; it was the coldest weather I had ever seen.
We had to leave our daughter in Omaha, with her new family.
We are glad now. For we have six darling grandchildren
And a son-in-law who has taken great care of our baby.
If you can, go to a wedding where the bride and groom are giggling.
We married, on your birthday!
In San Francisco City Hall.
There was no family present,
Just you and I~ that's all!
We were two, very young, and
very much in love elopers.
Nothing stood in our way, we
were over-comers, not life-copers.
Who drove from frozen, blizzardly,
Chicago to our foggy city by the bay.
To chose to live our lives in our own
unique and joyfful, artistic way.
There was no wedding reception,
no gifts, no band.
Just a couple divinely in love, and
Panagiota so proud to wear that gold
wedding band!
Death took you from this life, when you
were still very young.
But your wife's love for you, remains a song,
that everyday is sung.
And this forever young bride will never
forget that day.
The sun, the Cable Cars,the glorious fog,
as her tears now fall into San Francisco Bay!
Rest in peace, my love!
Panagiota
January 29, 2020
11:30am PST
The bride’s inflorescent bouquet, cascading —
a tropical tease of Chamorro charm
in the Marianas Islands.
A circular celebration arch
of bougainvillea and golden wedding bands,
preened and prepared, to love and cherish.
The handsome groom clasps the bride’s hand
as they step into the infinity ring.
Their breathing entwined with sunshine and seashells.
Her dark, Guamanian skin
and sleek ebony hair, surrounded by Red Hot,
California Gold and Sundown Orange blossoms.
The honeysuckle-scent of paper flowers,
intoxicating —
ruminating with romance.
The Pacific Islanders,
bare feet in tan sand,
release the coconut essence of their vows.
The grand reception at the hotel, in moonlight hours,
near the ancient wall, kissing blossoms and bracts.
4/8/2019
Bougainvillea Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
It was to be a most memorable day
of course, one's wedding day should be
this was on Friday 27 April 1990
all that time ago 28 years that was me
My girl was Christine I had met her
only a short time before this special day
we met in September engaged at Christmas
set to wed this day hitched to stay
All of my life I stammered severely
this would be a problem saying my vows
I prayed much to speak with a flow
my answer came as God touched my sounds
Oh the blessing on my tongue so clear
even my reception speech was okay
why was it possible this to be?
God was near stilling my nerves away
My bride Christine was so lovely
assuring me this indeed was for real
how could anyone love me so?
so amazing my emotions I can feel
This was indeed my day so special
never to be forgotten as long as I breathe
thanks go all to God for His grace
which I mercifully constantly receive!