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Wedding anniversary poems are a beautiful way of communicating how you feel about the couple and how special they are to you. So if there’s an upcoming wedding anniversary in your family or friends circle, you have come to the right place. Wedding anniversaries call for a celebration of the togetherness of a couple, and they must be showered with wishes and blessings on this momentous occasion. Gifting materialistic items may be a good idea, but a heartfelt wish, in the form of a poem, will be etched in their memory. Delve into this list for some beautiful poems that will make your loved ones’ wedding anniversary extra special.
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- Love Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
– William Shakespeare
- I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
– Christina Rossetti
- You breathe life into my moments,
Like the fragrance of a rose in a room.
You add color to my life,
Like a rose in a desolate house.
Did I ever say, you protect me?
Like how the thorn of a rose guards the bearer.
Oh, my Rose…
I dream of a moment,
Where I can hold you, embrace you,
And then pull you close, to say softly in your ears,
“My rosette damsel…
You are the most treasured hue in the palette of my life.”
– Platonic Verses
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- Every year that I’m with you
Has been better than before;
It’s hard for me to even think
How I could love you more.Every year you’ve graced my life
Has been full of happiness;
I love your caring face, your voice,
Your tender, sweet caress.Every year when this day comes,
I’m filled with love and pleasure;
Happy Anniversary, Love,
My joy, my delight, my treasure.
– Joanna Fuchs
- With you by my side
This beautiful and memorable day,
has been carved into my mind.
A precious moment in time,
when our lives became defined.
Let’s rejoice and celebrate,
our love and our bond.
I cherish what we have,
with my heart, I respond.
This journey of life is so sweet,
with you by my side.
My smile radiates,
with each passing stride.
Whether one or a thousand,
journey’s we take.
With you by my side,
I feel alive and awake.
My soul is filled with bliss,
due to the love that we share.
I promise you, my dear,
I will always be there.
To the stars and the heavens,
our anniversary I shall proclaim.
My love for you burns like the sun,
with an infinite flame.
– Anita poems
- Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.
– Seamus Heaney
- The day we both walked,
down our wedding aisle.
I couldn’t help
but joyously smile.
My tears of happiness
were so hard to suppress.
My whole life lit up,
the moment you said yes.
We’ve been through,
so much together.
We can outlast,
the harshest cold weather.
I will always love you
and show you respect.
It’s our wedding anniversary,
Let’s spend time and connect.
My smile is peaceful and calm,
while I look straight ahead.
As long as we have each other,
our hearts shall be fed.
Thank you for loving me,
with your heart and soul.
When we are together,
I feel completely whole.
– Anita poems
- Our anniversary means a lot,
Much more than any another day;
I celebrate my love for you,
And cherish you in every way. Through passing time, our love still grows,
A caring relationship to explore;
Our life together gets better and better,
And I keep on loving you more and more.
– Joanna Fuchs (and Karl)
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- Whenever I am away from you,
The distance between us
A burdensome thing,
I always think of you in colors
The smell of coffee as you so proudly make it for me,
The perfect sunlight spilling in through window.
I miss you even when you are beside me.
I dream of your body even when you are sleeping in my arms.
The words I love you could never be enough
I suppose we’ll have to invent new ones
– Christopher Poindexter
- I love you
I have loved you,
And I will love you.
Only time will tell how my love manifests itself,
But I can tell you it will never end, and no amount of time can ever change that.
– Alicia N. Green
- You’ve always been the one I counted on,
Through joy and sorrow, laughter, and some tears;
You keep me grounded; you’re my steady rock;
You’re there for me through days and months and years.Your sweet devotion never, ever fails,
No matter what I say or what I do.
Sometimes I wonder what I ever did
To deserve someone as wonderful as you.I love you with a love I can’t control;
I always want to be right by your side.
I want to touch you, kiss you and much more;
My passion for you cannot be denied.Together we are satisfied and blessed;
Our marriage is the very, very best.
– Joanna Fuchs
- Every year, our anniversary
Becomes more and more special
With every passing moment
I find you more adorable
Every year seems to bring
More and more happiness
Every year we seem to make
Memories that are priceless
Every year I thank my fate
For giving you as my husband
Every year makes me realize
How lucky I am to be your wife
– Anonymous
- So much time has passed, my love,
since we met and married,
so much love each hour, day and minute.
Passion, yes, and also
tender looks, casual caresses, fond words
filling my memories with pleasure forever.
With you, sweetheart, every year,
every anniversary, is the best one yet.
– Joanna Fuchs
- When I look up and see you, my love,
My whole world is filled with pleasure.
Through all the years we’ve shared, my love,
You’ve been my greatest treasure.
The sun shines brighter when you’re near;
The air seems fresher too.
Everything that’s dear to me,
Seems perfect, because of you.
The years go by, it’s anniversary time,
My love for you keeps growing.
The pleasure it brings to be by your side,
Holding hands, makes me feel like I’m glowing.
So my love, on this special day,
Please believe what goes on in my heart.
Know that it’s true; I really love you!
And I’ve loved you this way from the start.
– Karl Fuchs
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- Today is our anniversary and it seems just like yesterday
When I asked your hand in marriage and you simply said “okay”
I still remember the day we were married
Looking deep into each other’s eyes and soul.
The promises we made to one another
Even if we became broken down or stayed whole.I remember the promised words we said – on sickness or in health.
I remember the words for better or for worse, joy or sorrow, even poverty or wealth.Though life has hills and valleys and some great challenges this is true.
Each valley has made us stronger as our God has always seen us through.
I thank the Lord for sending you as my partner, lover, spouse and friend.
Our relationship has matured and grown although the roads did curve and bend.
Long ago we made a commitment to God and to each other – until death do us part.
These words are still ringing very true and buried deep within my heart.
When I think about our life together and how we’ve been so blessed.
I always thank the Lord for you, as I consider you the very best.
My heavenly father knew the perfect fit when He chose you for me
I will always praise God for – my very best friend and lover – throughout eternity.
– Lisa S. Satcher
- Another year to create precious memories together.
Another year to discover new things to enjoy about each other.
Another year to build a life rich in love and laughter.
Another year to strengthen a marriage that defines “forever.”
Happy Anniversary!
– Joanna Fuchs
- Ever since the day we met
I knew you were the one for me
Without you, I can’t even imagine
How miserable everything would be
My life’s most beautiful memories are
The ones that I’ve shared with you
Thanks for sticking by through it all
Without you, I wouldn’t know what to do
Happy wedding anniversary, Darling!
– Anonymous
- I feel a sense of pride
In raising a toast to that person
Around whom the fairy tale
Of my life has been spun
This vivid journey with you
Has been fun all along
Even while wading through
Rights and wrongs
No matter what
You’ve always been around
Which is why
Happiness is all I’ve found
Happy anniversary
– Anonymous
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- On this day, so beautiful and pretty
There’s only one place I want to be
In the cozy comfort of your arms
Lying mesmerized in the essence of your charm
Feeling the warmth of the ring you placed
Forgetting about all of other life’s petty worries
Reminiscing our love’s wonderful memories
Baby, there is nothing I don’t like about you
I hope that you will forever love me as much as I do
Happy anniversary
– Anonymous
- A cup of tears, a pool of smiles and cheers,
Our love is an adventure, such a crazy ride.
Each day not quite the same, always something new,
I never knew love, until I found you.
And so, I vow to always be by your side,
So many emotions, all mixed into one,
It’s quite the journey, but oh so fun.
We’re a little bit playful, a small bit of sad,
Sometimes we’re naughty, but mostly we’re glad.
It’s all so strange, everything is surreal,
The experiences are amazing, there’s so much to feel.
Fear grips my heart when I think about losing you,
Yet I still give in to my heart, there’s nothing else I can do.
This must be what love is, so strange and so new,
But I wouldn’t trade it for anything, I want nothing but you.
– Anonymous
- Love you
in ways, you’ve never been loved,
for reasons you’ve never been told,
for longer than you think you deserved,
And with more than you will ever know existed
Inside me.
– Tyler Knott Gregson
- Variations On The Word Love
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn’t what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.Then there’s the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It’s not love we don’t wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It’s a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.
– Margaret Atwood
- I carry your heart with me (I carry it in)
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling).
I fearno fate (for you are my fate,my sweet). I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are 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 sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).
– E. E. Cummings
- The Country Of Marriage
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
that bound me to you, some mere promise
or, worse, the fear of loneliness and death?
A man lost in the woods in the dark, I stood
still and said nothing. And then there rose in me,
like the earth’s empowering brew rising
in root and branch, the words of a dream of you
I did not know I had dreamed. I was a wanderer
who feels the solace of his native land
under his feet again and moving in his blood.
I went on, blind and faithful. Where I stepped
my track was there to steady me. It was no abyss
that lay before me, but only the level ground.
III. Sometimes our life reminds me
of a forest in which there is a graceful clearing
and in that opening a house,
an orchard and garden,
comfortable shades, and flowers
red and yellow in the sun, a pattern
made in the light for the light to return to.
The forest is mostly dark, its ways
to be made anew day after day, the dark
richer than the light and more blessed,
provided we stay brave
enough to keep on going in.
IV. How many times have I come to you out of my head
with joy, if ever a man was,
for to approach you I have given up the light
and all directions. I come to you
lost, wholly trusting as a man who goes
into the forest unarmed. It is as though I descend
slowly earthward out of the air. I rest in peace
in you, when I arrive at last.
V. Our bond is no little economy based on the exchange
of my love and work for yours, so much for so much
of an expendable fund. We don’t know what its limits are–
that puts us in the dark. We are more together
than we know, how else could we keep on discovering
we are more together than we thought?
You are the known way leading always to the unknown,
and you are the known place to which the unknown is always
leading me back. More blessed in you than I know,
I possess nothing worthy to give you, nothing
not belittled by my saying that I possess it.
Even an hour of love is a moral predicament, a blessing
a man may be hard up to be worthy of. He can only
accept it, as a plant accepts from all the bounty of the light
enough to live, and then accepts the dark,
passing unencumbered back to the earth, as I
have fallen time and again from the great strength
of my desire, helpless, into your arms.
VI. What I am learning to give you is my death
to set you free of me, and me from myself
into the dark and the new light. Like the water
of a deep stream, love is always too much. We
did not make it. Though we drink till we burst
we cannot have it all, or want it all.
In its abundance it survives our thirst.
In the evening we come down to the shore
to drink our fill, and sleep, while it
flows through the regions of the dark.
It does not hold us, except we keep returning
to its rich waters thirsty. We enter,
willing to die, into the commonwealth of its joy.
VII. I give you what is unbounded, passing from dark to dark,
containing darkness: a night of rain, an early morning.
I give you the life I have let live for the love of you:
a clump of orange-blooming weeds beside the road,
the young orchard waiting in the snow, our own life
that we have planted in the ground, as I
have planted mine in you. I give you my love for all
beautiful and honest women that you gather to yourself
again and again, and satisfy–and this poem,
no more mine than any man’s who has loved a woman.
– Wendell Berry
- How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Love’s Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle—
Why not I with thine?See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
- A Red, Red Rose
O my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
– Robert Burns
- When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
– W. B. Yeats
- On Love
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself
He threshes you to make your naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your heart you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
– Kahlil Gibran
- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
– Christopher Marlowe
- The Good-Morrow
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
– John Donne, https://poets.org/
- She Walks in Beauty
I. She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
II. One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
III. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
– Lord Byron
- Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– W. B. Yeats
- Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the winds –
To a heart in port –
Done with the compass –
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor – Tonight –
In thee!
– Emily Dickinson
- To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
– Anne Bradstreet
- Valentine
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
– Carol Ann Duffy
- The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream—
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The Nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart;—
As I must on thine,
Oh, belovèd as thou art!
Oh lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;—
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Falling
The truth is that I fall in love
so easily because it’s easy.
It happens
a dozen times some days.
I’ve lived whole lives,
had children,
grown old, and died
in the arms of other women
in no more time
than it takes the 2-train
to get from City Hall to Brooklyn,
which brings me back
to you: the only one
I fall in love with
at least once every day—
not because
there are no other
lovely women in the world,
but because each time,
dying in their arms,
I call your name.
– Patrick Philips
- On Marriage
Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of your be alone,
Even as the strings of the lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
– Kahlil Gibran
- Bright Star
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
– John Keats
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
– William Shakespeare
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Frequently Asked Questions
1. How do wedding anniversary poems differ from other love poems?
Unlike the usual love poems, wedding anniversary poems often focus on the longevity of love and are written as a celebration of years of togetherness. They may include memories and milestones shared by the couple over the years and have words of encouragement for a long-lasting relationship. If they are meant to be read aloud, wedding anniversary poems may use formal or traditional language.
2. What are some common formats or structures used in wedding anniversary poems?
Wedding anniversary poems may be written in a narrative format to explain the depth of the couple’s relationship, rhyming couplets may be used for a light-hearted feel, or a sonnet may be used for poems meant to be read at formal occasions.
3. What are some tips for finding inspiration for a wedding anniversary poem?
Base your poem on your experiences, milestones, and memories created together to have a personal connection. Focus on what makes you unique as a couple and the factors that make you two fall in love with each other repeatedly and in new ways. However, you may also read the works of other poets for inspiration while celebrating your love through poetry.
Convey your feelings to your significant other with the help of these wedding anniversary poems. When you are in love and appreciate the time you spend together with your love, it might become overwhelming at times to put your gratitude and appreciation for them into words. For such situations, use these poems and let them know what you feel about them. You could also add a few lines of your own to give it a personal touch and make it even more special.
Key Pointers
- Wedding anniversary poems can help you express your feelings to your spouse as you celebrate your love and commitment.
- Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 and Browning’s How Do I Love Thee? are some of the most famous poems that express a love that transcends time and space.
- Poems like Every Year that I’m with You by Joanna Fuchs express gratitude for happiness and fulfillment as you celebrate togetherness.
- If you and your spouse love metaphorical poems, Carol Ann Duffy’s Valentine uses the onion metaphor to describe the layers of love.
Celebrate your special day with heartfelt wishes and messages. Share your love and joy with these beautiful anniversary quotes and sayings.
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