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veil carrying stardust,
lift us from tis slumber,
guide us O, acorn hiding in the bark,
Dear, robin sing alongside,
Dogs as you carry the sleigh,
inspire us, give us courage,
Goddess of snow and winter,
calm the fire within us,
erase and cleanse the darkness,
be our gardener,
Master of forest,
help us bloom,
bless us with spells,
O mother,
let our footsteps,
cleanse and ward any evil,
make us fearless,
fill our hearts and hands,
with warmth of love seeking friendship,
Guide us O divine spirits,
Guide us everywhere,
be our compass,
and our protector.
Inspiration : Ancient Magus bride
Ryan Almighty Apr 2018
He picks her up whenever she fall
Walks her down the aisle holding hand
Whole life he puts her above all
Just to see her being taken by another man...
Esther Jan 2018
I think once we'd imagined our wedding together
You'd kiss me at the altar
Saying "i do."

Now
I'm at a wedding
And you're the groom
But i'm not the bride.
So take your razor love, and run it down my skin.
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?
Your wedding cakes are on the hearth
Thither they are glowing.
      
People are coming
To bless you
For your bliss ahead
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?

Your wedding gown
Decked up with
The chicest of jewels
Waits in silence
To witness
As your accompaniment
The storm of joy
Of merriment
And good hope
Oh honey child!
Whither are you going?


The honey bride says
I know not what calls me
To the nature's lap
The woods
So dense and deep
Periwinkles and wild roses
Daisies and vivid poses
Of the sceneries
Of Mother nature
Oh mother
I know not
My feet are chasing
Someone unknown


Oh honey child
Marriage is bliss
Why do you face away
And give
Your life's fortunes
A 'sad' miss?
The master groom comes
Lay your hands on his
Exchange the garlands
Of love and life's vows
Find your way
Merrily with his
Oh honey child
Handsomely would he come
And take you
For he is your loving bridegroom
Honey child'honey child!
Whither are you going?


The spirits of joy
The scent of
Blissful solitude
And beautiful happiness
The song
Of the koil scented
Riverbank
And the unknown
Merry wilderness
Calls me
O mother
Not will I stay
I will go.....
Inspired by someone....
Ayesha Jan 2018
To my bridesmaids and to his bestman..
When it was our BIG WEDDING DAY
you'll made it sparkle in so many ways.
The way you'll walked up the pathway made it feel more and more
like our wedding day.
&
When I saw you'll standing on the stage.
Oh my!!
What a feeling I can't explain.
So thank you again for making us smile on our Wedding day.

By A_Jai
Got married on the 12 February 2017 & this was the poem I wrote when I posted a picture with my Bridesmaids & Bestman.
Salmabanu Hatim Dec 2017
Good or bad times, they
always stand behind you, check
your wedding album.
During the photo shoot your family will be standing behind and around you (the bride/groom)as in real life.
Brianna Duffin Jan 2018
It is dark and cramped and this room
But it is private and serene to me.
Beneath my feet the water rushes up and down, up and down
The smell of salt washing the air and calming my nerves
He would tell me this is exactly right, not to worry
The smell of salt wrapping around my shaking legs,
He would understand the way it holds me. The way he does.
The smell of salt holding my trembling hands
He caresses my fingers, plants soft and sweet kisses on them; just like this.
The smell of salt nestling in my windswept hair
He likes the smell of the ocean, he won’t mind it
The smell of salt soothing my brain with its marine tendrils of happiness, of bliss
He is a man of the sea, he’ll know why his bride came here to collect her thoughts

The ship rocks, lurches, rocks
This is nothing compared to the storms I have weathered for him
But no bride truly wants bad weather on her day
At least, no bride whose heart and future is bobbing on the sea.

The smell of salt wraps an arm around my shoulders
He is the one who gave me the words for this feeling.
The smell of salt sweeps my dress around, blowing it all over the place
He would smile if he saw this.

And the smell of salt reminds of those words spoken, years ago,
And the smell of salt tells me who I am:
“Isabella, you are my perfect bride,”
Of course, his hair had oozed the aroma of sea salt as he held me that night
My sweet sailor, always wearing sea salt
And Isabella, his perfect bride.
And the smell of sea salt, ever a guiding light.
This is about a nervous bride on a ship just before her wedding. She slips off by herself and thinks about nature's comforting influences.
Angela Rose Nov 2017
I’m the one before “the one”
I’m the one that you meet before you get your big break
I’m the one before the one that makes your heart race and your knees shake
I’m the woman you love before you meet your bride
I’m the storm that roughs up the waters and then they reach their perfect calm when I pass
I’m the boom that shakes up your life and makes you realize what you don’t want
I’m the woman you learn to hate because I’m a forest fire that cannot be tamed
So pick me, someone come on and love me so that you can finally meet the love of your life when my storm has passed
K Balachandran Nov 2017
purple leaves abound,
mango tree blushes,bride like;
dancing with the breeze
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