50th Wedding Anniversary Poems and Toasts

A Collection of Suggestions

50th Wedding Anniversary Poems and ToastsThe 50th wedding anniversary is considered by many to be the second event to occur in a series of “big events” in a married couple's life, the first one being the 25th wedding anniversary. To some people, the 50th wedding anniversary is even celebrated as the grandest among the couple's wedding anniversaries. Subsequent anniversaries are usually celebrated more often, every five years, seemingly out of practical calculation that the chances of celebrating wedding anniversaries after the 50th are slimmer than those before.

Since the couple's children have usually gotten married themselves and borne children of their own, the 50th wedding anniversary is inevitably a much bigger and more crowded celebration than the 25th wedding anniversary. In addition, the adult guests and relatives present are often times parents themselves. Therefore, it is recommended to keep in mind that speeches, poems and toasts ought to reflect the mature auras and experience-filled personalities of the listening audience.

The following is a collection of suggested poems and toasts to be delivered by the couple's adult son or daughter at their parents' 50th wedding anniversary.


A poem about marriage from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, 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 you be alone,
Even as the strings of a 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.

A short poem of “Winnie the Pooh” character by A. A. Milne
If you live to be a hundred,
I want to live to be a hundred minus one day,
so I never have to live without you.

"I Have No Life But This" by Emily Dickinson
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!

"Love Not Me" by John Wilbye
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

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 ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as man can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

"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 and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday'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.

“Music, When Soft Voices Die” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

“True Love” by Anonymous
True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.

“The Spring and the Fall” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise
And broke my heart, in little ways.
Year be spring or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurt my days,
But that it went in little ways.

“One Day I Wrote Her Name” by Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain essay
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise."
"Not so," quoth I; "let baser things devise
To lie in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtues rare shall eternise,
And in the heavens write you glorious name:
Where, when Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."


By a son or daughter:

Allow me now to ask you all to join me in toasting to a jolly future life for my parents on their 50th wedding anniversary tonight. Furthermore, I hope in the days to come they will have plenty of time for observing their lives as well as ours, because what is the meaning of life if—as William Henry Davies, a Welsh poet, remarked—“we have no time to stand and stare?”

By a daughter:

So, this is now a toast to you Mother for your ever increasing love to Father. You have been, and always will be, my leading example and role model in setting the tone of our family and guiding the ship of your marriage by your non-abating love. I trust that your love is a very powerful weapon because, as Virgil stated twenty centuries ago, “love conquers all things”.

By a son or daughter:

Everyone, it's now time to raise our glasses and toast to my parents' love as well as their friendship for all the many years to come. Friendship is an essential drive for going through a life, as Cicero noted two thousand years ago, “life is nothing without friendship”. To eternal love and friendships!

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