Wedding Dress Poems - Poems about Wedding Dress

...The view at the peak Is like bride's wedding dress To old-school clique.......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Collected all the links to my favorite kinds of wedding dress overwhelmed by the possibilities I will not possess this useless project has been amusing but brought so much stress It's a silly ex......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Ridged, broad and corky wings. Translucent—your yellow Iris sits behind the morning veil. Short season of striking color. Greed spurs you, or hope Huddled against the bursting Of a cursed i......Read the rest...

...The bride in ancient civilization Had a wedding dress on The tools they used is our mystification And the grooms name was Shawn......Read the rest...

...Empathetic Light Lady Diana, the exquisite Princess of Wales. A heroine now in hundreds of tales. An accomplished pianist at Buckingham Palace. A hopeful ballerina, a kindergarten teacher. ......Read the rest...

...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 app......Read the rest...

...Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from th......Read the rest...

... The moon gleams on your pallid complexion. I cannot keep my eyes off your charm. Your bony dance is frenetic. Your wedding dress is chilling. Your hand holds the sandglass. When you wi......Read the rest...

...The first Sunday of June and a couple are taking their vows loud and audible. The park is ablaze in colorful blossoms – lilacs and roses and pendulous pompoms. The groom is handsome, tall, and vi......Read the rest...

...There is a tear in an old wedding dress Hidden away in a box in the attack, Covered in cobwebs, And collecting dust. The dress is carefully lifted from it tissue paper tomb To be admired by the ......Read the rest...

...A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of unrequited lovers—art is what you paint—I Am Anaya A Models Likeness Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells Vibr......Read the rest...

... Saw him at the art gallery one day, oh, I must speak before he drifts away; we both looked at an art piece so intense, time ticked, ticked and I was full of suspense. Speak to hi......Read the rest...

...It’s pure as fresh snow and as pale as a ghost. It’s the shade on the light spectrum that I loathe the most. A beluga whale, the milky moon and the aftermath of bleach and all my ......Read the rest...