Submitted by M N Smart
Write a poem or story from the perspective of a wedding ring.
As always, I sat in the glass box surrounded by jewels. All with a price tag attached. People come over to the box looking over us. Their eyes light up when they see a certain one but soon get disappointed when they see the price. Sometimes I get taken out, and then I get put back into the box.
But, one day I get taken out but I never get put back behind the glass.
Finally after weeks in the da...
I am an wedding ring, I shine brightly and bring two people together. People think I will solve most problems, bring more love but from my perspective, it’s a little different than what is said above. I watch your love form, I watch you care for each other, I watch you celebrate. I can watch you start a family, and sometimes I watch myself in the mirror. When I’m left behind on the bathroom counte...
Shiny and sparkling
I am a golden ring
Shoved on a finger
The fear began to linger
I was drenched in sweat
The mans faced was full of regret
A baby in her belly
Her hand was shaking like jelly
Only 4 guests there
The air stunk of dispair
No going back now
And that’s the end of the vows
Cold and coiled around with a tighten grip.
Tighter than it used to be. Like an embrace in cherished memories.
Once you glittered piercing from sun blush glare.
Then you dulled, back and forth, across a numb finger with kindly care.
You long to watch your children grow old,
You are the constant as the sunsets fold,
You are more precious than I am gold.
I still feel the vibrations when you lay y...
It’s always the same. You sit patiently under the glass, with a little tag beside you, and lights shining on you, and you wait. Then one day, a nervous looking man or woman scans over all of us, focusing mostly on the little tag with the numbers on. The lady with gloves on takes you out, and you’re analysed, then you’re put back. If you’re lucky enough, there’s a nod, and a credit card is passed o...
I have seen the glorious
Her face light up tears streaming,
silent in love as I take my place
His eyes bright, trying to hold back
But ending up crying as he places me.
I have seen the mundane,
Sitting on the side of that metal cascade
Watching them wash, and cook and clean
The way they move like they’re one being
Because they are.
I have seen the shameful
The fights, silent indifference
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