Real Poems for Real Couples
Kelly & Noel
Wedding poem read as part of the ceremony
In the tapestry of life and of love,
Immeasurable threads intertwine;
Beautiful English roses bloom in the warmth of African sun
And two souls converge with Gambia's embrace.
Beneath the arch of palm-fringed dreams,
They weave the tapestry with friendship’s skilled hands.
Laughter echoes, a dance of joy fondly replayed.
Spoken vows traverse the sea and sand
And together, united,
They write a tale of endless tides,
Love’s language spoken in every breeze,
Every fibre,
With every stitch.
And whatever trials may come,
As waves on shifting sand inevitably do,
Fears quickly fade into the squeeze of a hand.
With love as its compass,
A breeze carries their bond across the years,
Adding new stitches to their tale.
In the heart of Serekunda, love finds its voice,
A chorus echoing in the warmth of shared delight.
May the chapters ahead be a dance of endless days,
A fusion of English grace and Nigerian light.
Frankie & Jay
A sample of personal poetry wedding favours.
Lets laugh Today
Amidst the stars, our laughter spins -
memories swirling like champagne flutes
and moments toasted with carefree hearts.
Our brains are dizzy with bubbles,
tilting the world on our lopsided smiles.
Here's to our cheeks aching tomorrow.
Watercolour Mum
On canvases of years, layers of tender hues,
Your brush formed moments of sheer delight,
Smiles unending, love unbending.
A favourite spot, the perfect angle
Capturing your daughters in the only way a mum can.
In the gallery of life, your love endlessly displayed,
Thank you for the colours that never fade.
Her
She is the sparkle that catches the rain;
The streak of silver running through the grey.
How wonderful,
to be within her warmth and glow.
I wrap her words around me,
Press them to my chest and breathe,
Knowing that we are.
She Guessed my Favourite Colour, First Try
But between me and you,
I didn’t even have a favourite colour
Until she yelled out yellow!
Her smile gave her away,
Wine tipsy and over-excited.
So I told her she was right,
and I haven’t seen yellow the same since.
It’s in everything—
I could probably live in it now.
Chloe & James
Written as an anniversary gift
Dance With Me in the Kitchen
I want this. Always this—
The unextravagance.
Dogs sunbathing on the patio, summer warmed
and thick with the smell of sleep.
The car, caked in country road dust and tomato sauce stains on t-shirts.
Your hands, quick to find mine—
in the supermarket queue or under the blanket,
as if you could miss me even though I’m right there.
We dance an offbeat salsa in the kitchen to the fuzz of the radio,
and the television screen swims with a movie marathon
that can’t keep our attention.
The cards are abandoned on the dining table,
and we read the jokes that you wrote into the notes on your phone.
You brush a half moon over my thumb
before we melt into sleep.
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