Wedding Poems That'll Give Your Guests Goosebumps

15 Feb 2018

Choosing wedding poems can be a daunting task for couples. Whether you want a few for friends to perform, some wedding readings to narrate at the start of your ceremony or are searching for wedding quotes containing a line or two to read to your groom before exchanging vows, choosing wedding poems that suit you both personally can be tricky.

BEAUTIFUL WEDDING QUOTES FOR A SHORT READING To give you a little inspiration, we've rounded up our favourite wedding poems, ranging from meaningful verses by cherished authors including Margaret Atwood and Alice Walker to a sonnet by Shakespeare that's sure to give your guests goosebumps.

WEDDING READINGS FOR YOUR CEREMONY Perfect for anyone feeling nervous about public speaking, American poet Ogden Nash's super short and sweet ditty is guaranteed to raise a chuckle too. Our wedding poems list also features a composition penned by Carol Ann Duffy to commemorate Prince William and Kate Middleton's Royal wedding at London's Westminster Abbey on 29 April 2011.

Are you having a winter wedding? A seasonal verse or two promises to add a simply magical touch to proceedings. Whether you'd rather set a wintry scene with Christmas poems conjuring up images of stunning snowy landscapes and clear blue skies or would prefer a few lines referencing kisses under the mistletoe, we've taken the stress out of your search to find you a selection of spine-tingling suggestions for your big day. Scroll down to read our Christmas poems edit which includes moving words by everyone from Wilfred Owen to Emily Bronte.

Classic Wedding Poems

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie 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; And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

Us Two by A.A. Milne

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh, There's always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, "Where are you going today?" says Pooh: "Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too. Let's go together," says Pooh, says he. "Let's go together," says Pooh. "What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh. ("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.) "I think it ought to be twenty-two." "Just what I think myself," said Pooh. "It wasn't an easy sum to do, But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he. "That's what it is," said Pooh. "Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh. "Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me. We crossed the river and found a few- "Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh. "As soon as I saw their beaks I knew. That's what they are," said Pooh, said he. "That's what they are," said Pooh. "Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh. "That's right," said Pooh to Me. "I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh, And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo! Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew. "I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he, "I'm never afraid with you." So wherever I am, there's always Pooh, There's always Pooh and Me. "What would I do?" I said to Pooh, "If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True, It isn't much fun for One, but Two, Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh. Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare 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: Oh, 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 proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. How do I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 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 an 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 grief's, 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.

Rings by Carol Ann Duffy

I might have raised your hand to the sky to give you the ring surrounding the moon or looked to twin the rings of your eyes with mine or added a ring to the rings of a tree by forming a handheld circle with you, thee, or walked with you where a ring of church-bells, looped the fields, or kissed a lipstick ring on your cheek, a pressed flower, or met with you in the ring of an hour, and another hour . . . I might have opened your palm to the weather, turned, turned, till your fingers were ringed in rain or held you close, they were playing our song, in the ring of a slow dance or carved our names in the rough ring of a heart or heard the ring of an owl's hoot as we headed home in the dark or the ring, first thing, of chorussing birds waking the house or given the ring of a boat, rowing the lake, or the ring of swans, monogamous, two, or the watery rings made by the fish as they leaped and splashed or the ring of the sun's reflection there . . . I might have tied a blade of grass, a green ring for your finger, or told you the ring of a sonnet by heart or brought you a lichen ring, found on a warm wall, or given a ring of ice in winter or in the snow sung with you the five gold rings of a carol or stolen a ring of your hair or whispered the word in your ear that brought us here, where nothing and no one is wrong, and therefore I give you this ring.

Variation On The Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood

I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and you enter it as easily as breathing in I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.

Desire by Alice Walker

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body into the water. I want to shake out a fat broom & sweep dried leaves bruised blossoms dead insects & dust. I want to grow something. It seems impossible that desire can sometimes transform into devotion; but this has happened. And that is how I've survived: how the hole I carefully tended in the garden of my heart grew a heart to fill it.

Bridled Vows by Ian Duhig

I will be faithful to you, I do vow, but not until the seas have all run dry et cetera. Although I mean it now I'm not a prophet and I will not lie. To be your perfect wife, I could not swear; I'll love, yes; honour (maybe); won't obey, but will co-operate if you will care as much as you are seeming to today. I'll do my best to be your better half, but I don't have the patience of a saint and at you, not with you, I'll sometimes laugh, and snap too, though I'll try to show restraint. We might work out. No blame if we do not. With all my heart, I think it's worth a shot.

To Keep Your Marriage Brimming by Ogden Nash

To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you're wrong admit it; Whenever you're right shut up.

The Privileged Lovers by Rumi

The moon has become a dancer at this festival of love. This dance of light, This sacred blessing, This divine love, beckons us to a world beyond only lovers can see with their eyes of fiery passion. They are the chosen ones who have surrendered. Once they were particles of light now they are the radiant sun. They have left behind the world of deceitful games. They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.

Love Is A Place by E.E. Cummings

Love is a place & through this place of Love move (with brightness of peace) All places

Yes is a world & in this world of Yes live (skilfully curled) All worlds

Funny Wedding Poems

Yes, I'll Marry You by Pam Ayres

Yes, I'll marry you, my dear, And here's the reason why; So I can push you out of bed When the baby starts to cry, And if we hear a knocking And it's creepy and it's late, I hand you the torch you see, And you investigate.

Yes I'll marry you, my dear, You may not apprehend it, But when the tumble-drier goes It's you that has to mend it, You have to face the neighbour Should our labrador attack him, And if a drunkard fondles me It's you that has to whack him.

Yes, I'll marry you, You're virile and you're lean, My house is like a pigsty You can help to keep it clean. That sexy little dinner Which you served by candlelight, As I do chipolatas, You can cook it every night!

It's you who has to work the drill and put up curtain track, And when I've got PMT it's you who gets the flak, I do see great advantages, But none of them for you, And so before you see the light, I do, I do, I do!

He never leaves the seat up by Anon

He never leaves the seat up Or wet towels upon the floor The toothpaste has the lid on And he always shuts the door!

She's very clean and tidy Though she may sometimes delude Leave your things out at your peril In a second they'll have moved!

He's a very active person As are all his next of kin Where as she likes lazy days He'll still drag her to the gym!

He romances her and dines her Home cooked dinners and the like He even knows her favourite food And spoils her day and night!

She's thoughtful when he looks at her A smile upon his face Will he look that good in 50 years When his dentures aren't in place?!

He says he loves her figure And her mental prowess too But when gravity takes her over Will she charm with her IQ?

She says she loves his kindness And his patience is a must And of course she thinks he's handsome Which in her eyes is a plus!

They're both not wholly perfect But who are we to judge He can be pig headed Where as she won't even budge!

All that said and done They love the time they spent together And I hope as I'm sure you do That this fine day will last forever.

He'll be more than just her husband He'll also be her friend And she'll be more than just his wife She's be his soul mate - till the end.

What's Mickey Without Minnie by Anon

What's Mickey without Minnie, Or piglet without pooh, What's donald without Daisy? That's me without you. When Ariel Doesn't sing, and pooh hates honey, when Tigger stops bouncing, and Goofy isn't funny. When Peter Pan can't fly, and Simba never roars, when Alice no longer fits through small doors. When Dumbo's ears are small, and happily ever after isn't true, even then, i won't stop loving you.

Oh, The Places You'll Go by Dr Seuss

Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down a not-so-good street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. Oh! The Places You'll Go! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.) Kid, you'll move mountains! So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So…get on your way!

Winter wedding and Christmas poems

Winter Song by Wilfred Owen The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter, The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing; But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter, When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing, And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going. Winter Morning by Ogden Nash Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snow men, And houses into birthday cakes, And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That's the season to be young Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it's snowing I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going. Winter Eyes Douglas Florian Look at winter With winter eyes As smoke curls from rooftops To clear cobalt skies. Breathe in winter Past winter nose: The sweet scent of black birch Where velvet moss grows. Walk through winter With winter feet On crackling ice Or sloshy wet sleet. Look at winter With winter eyes: The rustling of oak leaves As spring slowly nears. Love And Winter by Emily Bronte Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now And deck thee with the holly's sheen, That when December blights thy brow He still may leave thy garland green. Mistletoe by Walter de la Mare Make it Snow! Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), No footsteps came, no voice, but only, Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen - and kissed me there.