Making A Bridal Shower Toast? 7 Poems For Inspiration

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When a good friend is getting married, it's easy to forget the moment. Though a Google of "mindfulness wedding" yields more than 800K hits, with everyone from The Knot to Tricycle Magazine chiming in, anyone who's ever been involved in a wedding process knows that it's all too easy to focus on the future. That's why bridal shower toasts are so important — they're a way to stay grounded, to anchor the day and the whole big swirl of events. Still, planning a bridal shower is pressure enough. Where to find the right words?

Aw, c'mon. You know poetry's got your back on this one.

Frankly, these poems will help you come up with a memorable bridal shower toast no matter who you are. Because despite the fact that weddings often force the unlikeliest of luncheons, everyone from the mother of the bride to the MOH is there to support and celebrate the bride. These poems will remind her — and her shower guests — of the importance not only of romantic love but friendship; of the present moment as well as the grand, rosy, wedded future.

Ready to raise a flute or a coupe in honor of the BTB? These seven poems were practically made for the occasion.


"A Journey" by Nikki Giovanni

It’s a journey . . . that I propose . . . I am not the guide . . . nor
technical assistant . . . I will be your fellow passenger . . .

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"Questions for the Bride" by David Rivard

Now that everything seems so persuasive
you will go on changing as always
it has always been the case with you

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"Habitation" by Margaret Atwood

Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:

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"[Do you still remember: falling stars]" by Rainer Maria Rilke

Do you still remember: falling stars,
how they leapt slantwise through the sky
like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles
of our wishes—did we have so many?—

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"For N & K" by Gina Myers

my heart shatters
a little each time
I think of my friends
& how lucky in life
I’ve been to get
to know them, to have
had the time to laugh &
drink & dance & to argue
& feel hurt too.

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"Chateau If" by Peter Gizzi

if I were to say hummingbird it might behave as an
adjective here

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"Stanzas in Meditation"

She may count three little daisies very well
By multiplying to either six nine or fourteen
Or she can be well mentioned as twelve

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