Tips for Bride's..
Wedding Poems
Tips for Bride's..
Wedding Poems
Here is a list of some wedding poetry suitable for different types of weddings and different circumstances. If the author is known, it is noted with the poem. You'll notice that many do not have titles. If you know of any others that may be of interest to people, please send them to us.
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A January bride will be a prudent housekeeper,
and very good tempered.
A February bride will be an affectionate wife,
And a tender mother.
A March bride will be a frivolous catterbox,
Somewhat given to quarreling.
An April bride will be inconsistent, or forceful,
But well-meaning.
A May bride will be handsome, agreeable,
And practical.
A June bride will be impetuous,
And generous.
A July bride will be handsome,
But a trifle quick-tempered.
An August bride will be agreeable,
And practical as well.
A September bride will be discreet, affable,
And much liked.
An October bride will be pretty, coquettish,
Loving but jealous.
A November bride will be liberal and kind,
But sometimes cold.
A December bride will be fond of novelty,
Entertaining but extravagant.
What Day to Get Married?
"Monday for wealth,Tuesday for health,
Wednesday, the best day of all,
Thursday for crosses,
Friday for losses,
Saturday, no luck at all"
Why a Certain Color?
Married in green,Ashamed to be seen.
Married in grey,
You'll go far away.
Married in red,
You'll wish yourself dead.
Married in blue
Love is ever true.
Married in yellow,
Ashamed of your fellow.
Married in black,
You'll wish yourself back.
Married in pink,
Your spirits will sink.
This Day I Married My Friend
This day I married my friend......... the one I laugh with as we share life's wondrous zest
as we find new enjoyments and experience all that's best.
....The one I live for because the world seems brighter
as our happy times are better and our burdens feel much lighter.
....The one I love with every fiber of my soul.
We used to feel vaguely incomplete, now together we are whole.
Son-In-Law Scroll
When our daughter was a little girl,we often used to say,
How proud and happy we would be,
on this her wedding day.
Our daughter is not lost to us,
in fact, we have gained a son.
We're happy you can share our joy,
and see them joined as one.
So, may we welcome all of you,
and may this whole day be
a happy and a joyous one,
for friends and family.
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Thou demandest what is love. It is that powerful attraction
towards all that we conceive, or frat, or hope beyond ourselves,
when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an
insufficient void and seek to awaken in all things that are,
a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we
reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that
the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's;
if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to
our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and
mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not
reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood.
This is love.This is the bond and the sanction which connects not
only man with man, but with everything which exists. We are born
into the world and there is something within us which, from the
instant that we live and move, thirsts after its likeness; it is
probably in correspondence with this law that the infant drains
milk from the bosom of its mother. This propensity develops itself
with the developement of our nature.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Then before all they stand, the holy vow
and ring of gold, no fond illusions now,
Bind her as his. Across the threshold led,
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed,
His house she enters, there to be a light,
Shining within, when all without is night,
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing,
Winning him back when mingling in the throng,
Back form the world we love, alas! too long,
To fireside happiness, to hours of ease,
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
How oft her eyes read his, her gentle mind
To all his wishes, to all his thoughts inclined;
Still subject, ever on the watch to borrow
Mirth of his mirth and sorrow of is sorrow.
- Samuel Rodgers
Mayan Wedding Poem
I know not if the voice of man can reach to the sky,I know not if the god's will hear if I pray,
I know not if the gifts I have will all be granted,
I know not what will come to pass in future days,
But I hope only good will come from my love to you.
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i carry your heart with me,
i carry it in my heart and i'm never without it.
anywhere i go, you go,my dear.
and whatever is done, by only me, is your doing, my darling.
i fear no fear for you are my fate, my sweet.
i want no world for beautiful, you are my world my true.
it's you or whatever a moon has always meant,
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the trree called life
which grows higher and higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and thisis the wonder that is keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart,
i carry it in my heart.
-e.e. cummings
Indian Wedding Blessing
Now we feel no rain, for each of us will be a sheltar to the other.Now we feel no cold, for each of us will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no loneliness, for each of us will be a companion to the other.
We are two bodies, but there is one life before us and one home.
When evening falls, I'll look up and there you will be.
I'll take your hand; you'll take mine and we'll turn together
to look at the road we travelled to reach this:the hour of our happiness.
It stretches behind us, even as the future lies ahead.
A long and winding road, whose every turning means discovery.
Old hopes, new laughter, shared fears.
The adventure has just begun.
Sonnet XVI
If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love's sake only. Do not say,
I love her for her smile- her look- her way
Of speaking gently- for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day-
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee- and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
Bu love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayest love on, through love's eternity.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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