Tell me what you think. Good Bad Ugly, whatever.
My Wedding
By Chris Tickner
The day has finally come;
The one we have waited for,
All our family is there;
Even the one’s that are a bore.
We are both very nervous;
We tried and hide our fears,
Just a few more hours;
The time, it feels so near.
It took so long to get here;
We couldn’t even see,
We fought through all the troubles;
In the end, it’s you and me.
We both spend hours preparing;
Our friends all by our side,
They give us reassuring talks;
The day has finally arrived.
I stand in front of the church;
My outfit all in black;
I’m nervous and excited;
But there’s no way I’m looking back.
I know this is what I want;
I know it’s meant to be,
As I look out on happy faces;
I know it’s destiny.
In my head, I recite my vows;
Hoping I don’t forget,
I would feel so embarrassed;
Like the first time we met.
I was so nervous then;
The same as I am now,
I was astounded by your beauty;
I always wonder How?
How was I so blessed;
To be the one for you,
I still don’t understand;
Why you want to say ‘I do’.
I try and not think about;
How unworthy I feel,
I try to only think about;
The day I stopped to kneel.
I gathered all my courage;
I got down on one knee,
I put the ring upon your finger;
Hoping you would see.
Hoping you would know;
The love I have for you,
Hoping you would mirror that;
Telling me what I knew.
I asked you with all my love;
If you would be my wife,
I wanted you to be the one;
With whom I’d spend my life.
You answered me back;
With tears welling in your eyes,
You gave me the answer I wanted;
As I began to rise.
We shared a deep embrace;
Which brings us back to now,
Standing in a church;
Where I will recite my vow.
My vow to love you always;
Until death do us part,
The time has now come;
We are about to start.
The music starts to play;
As I look down the aisle,
I see the most amazing site;
The definition of grace and style.
As you move step by step;
Closer to the alter,
You walked with such determination;
You weren’t about to falter.
You made it to the front by me;
And looked into my eyes,
I knew behind the transparent veil;
Would therein lie the prize.
We exchanged our vows and said ‘I do’;
A time we will surely miss,
But last but certainly never least;
We sealed it with a kiss.
Dedicated to Miss-James
I love poetry. Especially this piece.
I dedicate this next piece to God.
There once was a man named Miller
His wife, he wanted to kill 'er
There was pushin' and shovin'
To get her into the oven
But instead, he decided to grill 'er.
iGSM wrote: I love poetry. Especially this piece.
I dedicate this next piece to God.
There once was a man named Miller
His wife, he wanted to kill 'er
There was pushin' and shovin'
To get her into the oven
But instead, he decided to grill 'er.
LOL, Janet! I think you got it right. ;-)
I have to agree though, my nerves simply knit up inside me when I hear poems with forced rhyme. Happened a couple of times in this one too. Othewise I suppose it'd be nice.
Forced rhyme and meter are things that are really hard to evade when you set up such parameters for yourself. Often you would be going along fine in a stanza thinking, "Hey, this is really great!" But then, when you least expect it, something goes wrong, and sometimes you will have to scrap the whole stanza. I, for one, prefer such limitations in poetic form, although it's hard to get it right.
Music Man wrote: Forced rhyme and meter are things that are really hard to evade when you set up such parameters for yourself. Often you would be going along fine in a stanza thinking, "Hey, this is really great!" But then, when you least expect it, something goes wrong, and sometimes you will have to scrap the whole stanza. I, for one, prefer such limitations in poetic form, although it's hard to get it right.
The main thing in writing poetry is scrapping parts. As a famous writer once put it: "WRITING a book isn't difficult, REMOVING imperfect parts is".
That, my friend, is a brilliant quote. Who made it?
Here's another one. You guys are talkin about forced ryhme. I dont know that much about writing poetry as this next one is my 3rd ever but I appreciate your input.
Dedicated to Miss James
Man of Your Dreams
By Chris Tickner
I come to you every night;
With a flower in my hand,
The time goes by so fast;
Like an hourglass of sand.
I can fulfill your every desire;
Without regret or remorse,
Because in this land of wonders;
The only heart is yours.
I know that I can be the man;
To make your dreams come true,
When all is said and done;
My heart belongs to you.
The flower in my hand;
Will always be for you,
In your dreams, I’ll always be;
The one that pulls you through.