Marriage Poems
The Cinnamon Peeler
by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
And leave the yellow bark dust
On your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
You could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
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The Country Of Marriage
by Wendell Berry
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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A Fantasy
by Louise Gluck
I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
trying to decide about this new life.
Then they're in the cemetery, some of them
for the first time. They're frightened of crying,
sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over,
tells them what to do next, which might mean
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Creed
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
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Never Marry But For Love
by William Penn
Never marry but for love;
but see that thou lovest what is lovely.
If love be not the chiefest motive,
thou wilt soon grow weary of a married state and stray from thy promise,
to search out thy pleasures in forbidden places...
Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love ...
As love ought to bring them together,
so it is the best way to keep them well together.
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White Dress
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I will not wear a white dress
For the colour reminds me of death
Death of dreams
Death of independence
Forever you are bonded to a person
After they want to leave
On being married
by T. Caddy
We point the boat where we want to go.
And the wind shoves us aside some days.
Or the waters churn with chum and we’re surrounded…
Or the boat springs a leak we must patch
Quick! with whatever’s on hand.
So what?
We paddle our boat together.
We point it where we want to go.
The Proposal 2.0
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
The Proposal 2.0
"How you act in the next few minutes,
will decide the night we face."
So I swallow down my tears,
hide the fear in my embrace.
If I falter, if I fall,
he says he’ll walk away,
But what happens next,
is a nightmare come to stay.
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My Realization On A Day
by Pijush Biswas
What sluggish wind, by our love, may pervade now tell
The love, which flew over the lea will see that wind
Whose caressing hands were it's cause to spell
Or, years which grown pale by thy deny were really kind?
What the leaf-fringed horizon, again, bewitch us?
What pensiveness, out of acquaintance, did fuss
So that we, palpably were too unfit to attain.
Now thou can't be my prey, as thou art thyself aimed
They've the land, own, which I fell part in these
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snap out of it
by aditya vats
Dawdling faintin’ echoes melted
on the great wooden door
her tiny green eyes sighed
at his greasy black hair and
noted his lazy brown almond eyes
“He-hey Luna- can we talk?
Please this one time”
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Ela Omoosin (1 poems about Marriage)
In the City of Ibadan on a Wednesday, I infiltrated this world. -
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