February Wedding Poems and Vows

In the month of February 'twas fate We chose our special wedding date A love, I cannot explain Couldn’t wait to take his name So why do I still hyphenate? By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 30, 2012 for Linda-Marie's February Funny Bone contest First place finish

Celtic courtship ended nineteen eighty-two. Marriage nuptials blended "us" from me and you. Seaside lovers heading to the Irish Sea showcase Christmas wedding, silver jubilee. Touring without hassle - Isle of Man’s ferry, Dublin, Blarney Castle, Cobh Cork, and Kerry. Guinness, china, mincemeat pricey souvenirs; homespun sweaters compete lamb’s wool profiteers. written February 19, 2018 contest: 88 syllables hosted by Joseph May

C Coffeecake, for goodness sake, A apples, sugar, nuts and spice. K Kuchen for weddings? no mistake; E enjoy a second slice. F Favorite, I recommend O opt to try what groom has baked, R ranked first-place by friends. G Gooey glaze, oh what a break R relished by manly men. O Oat flour sparks the appetite. O Odd flavor, an added take, M malt whiskey with each bite S Shh! it's not IN the cake. written February 24, 2017 for Julia's contest: Relishing Cake

Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue. My dress was old, Reused from prom, I had no gold, But I had Mom. My nails were new What could I do? My dress was blue, I used it, too. My mom was there, We curled my hair, We did not care, It was not fair. They were not there, They never showed, Did not reserve, Did I deserve Deserve to be treated Feel like I'm defeated Now I'm just seated I just want to feel needed.

framed photo on our wall reminder of our wedding day facing each other at the altar you offered me your heart and I you mine you made promises to keep it was music to my ears and still how every time I hear a dulcet word of fondness from the depths of you a breath that whispers I love you it’s music to my ears AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Submitted on February 10, 2019 for contest MUSIC TO MY EARS sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND

Savanna forest crayons February 22 · White Dresses (Worker poems) Dry land consist the soil, that comprises of a grass, it also consist of the rivers, with banks of sands- People are doing work by their hands, delightfully their eyes are looking into their hands, Fingers are moving from their palms, silently they are knitting threads of a cotton wool from the sheep cotton, They are using sewing machines, From their hands into their brains, They sew creative intelligence to wedding dresses Thus they make dresses for weddings. White Dresses

Pleasures of a season begin again Refilling life's honey from festive days, Now, your delicate plea offers me An eternity like the mountain’s stream-- That I accept as I see your ardor in it. Let me harvest fine grain with you, To make yeast and inhale its steam, And lay fresh, white linen on the bed While a wedded veil flutters by, To sit with you at our kitchen table Quietly writing a Valentine letter. 1 Feb 2016 For Mystic Rose A VALENTINE POEM OF YOUR CHOICE OLD OR NEW Contest