Birthday Poems
#birthday
Birthday poems, poetry about important milestones in life, coming of age and celebrating birthdays with family, friends and loved ones. Birthday poems about love, friendship, celebration and excess. Birthday poetry which reflects upon the past year of our lives.
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 9:19am
21st Oct 2024 9:19am
October Poems 2024 >> to sate sweet sin-sick souls
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 20
to sate sweet sin-sick souls
her grave is not her final resting-place,
though clamorous the strain to say goodbye,
life's evidence, shell-shocked without a trace,
where soon this wicked death itself must die.
and has the silence eaten up her zeal?
of non-effect rendered her sex appeal?
where once she kissed, how now unpuckered lips!
and rigor mortis, where once bloomed lithe hips!
does she remember wild october days
with fire...
DAY 20
to sate sweet sin-sick souls
her grave is not her final resting-place,
though clamorous the strain to say goodbye,
life's evidence, shell-shocked without a trace,
where soon this wicked death itself must die.
and has the silence eaten up her zeal?
of non-effect rendered her sex appeal?
where once she kissed, how now unpuckered lips!
and rigor mortis, where once bloomed lithe hips!
does she remember wild october days
with fire...
#birthday
#death
#grief
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 11:15am
20th Oct 2024 11:15am
Happy Birthday To Me!
No rain tonight
The room is hot, too hot
Still air and the smell of dampness creeps through my window
I'm alone and far away from home
My life is now a chain of broken dream rooms
I like it that way
I can't go backwards, but weary to move forward
Death makes life easier somehow
Less choices
Less masks
Less of everything, except grief
Lot's of grief
Can't get far enough away
The room is hot, too hot
Still air and the smell of dampness creeps through my window
I'm alone and far away from home
My life is now a chain of broken dream rooms
I like it that way
I can't go backwards, but weary to move forward
Death makes life easier somehow
Less choices
Less masks
Less of everything, except grief
Lot's of grief
Can't get far enough away
#birthday
#confusion
#fiction
#grief
#loneliness
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cabcool
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 7:22am
20th Oct 2024 7:22am
October Poems 2024 >> though here i die
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 19
though here i die
i am an iamb
deep down in my heart,
yet you ask why am
i falling apart!
i’ve been the storm man
on rocky paths thrown,
yet i know i can,
where eagles have flown.
bitter the dewdrops
i milk from harsh soil,
yet there are few drops
from which i would coil.
sweeter the moments
hope promises me,
yet all life’s torments
must first bruise the knee.
...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 19
though here i die
i am an iamb
deep down in my heart,
yet you ask why am
i falling apart!
i’ve been the storm man
on rocky paths thrown,
yet i know i can,
where eagles have flown.
bitter the dewdrops
i milk from harsh soil,
yet there are few drops
from which i would coil.
sweeter the moments
hope promises me,
yet all life’s torments
must first bruise the knee.
...
#birthday
#courage
#faith
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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cabcool
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 2:14am
20th Oct 2024 2:14am
October Poems 2024 >> mercy drops of rhyme
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 18
mercy drops of rhyme
you said you needed me:
i came with haste to save your burning parish;
yet, in our repartee,
i said i needed you, you make me perish.
yet must i still have you,
e’en if you fain must be the enemy:
my dark-place rendezvous
you brighten with concordant disarray.
better a broken dream
that nightmares into fragments a la carte,
or yet a midnight scream,
than continence that grinds our gears apart.
...
DAY 18
mercy drops of rhyme
you said you needed me:
i came with haste to save your burning parish;
yet, in our repartee,
i said i needed you, you make me perish.
yet must i still have you,
e’en if you fain must be the enemy:
my dark-place rendezvous
you brighten with concordant disarray.
better a broken dream
that nightmares into fragments a la carte,
or yet a midnight scream,
than continence that grinds our gears apart.
...
#birthday
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 00:25am
19th Oct 2024 00:25am
Seventy-Seventh Birthday
In July of 2013, you died and you went to Heaven.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77.
After taking chemotherapy for months, you died.
You were a great provider and that can't be denied.
When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77.
After taking chemotherapy for months, you died.
You were a great provider and that can't be denied.
When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
#birthday
#death
#father
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 6:16pm
16th Oct 2024 6:16pm
October Poems 2024 >> frag M ents
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 17
frag M ents
the fragments of a broken love
cut sharper than a polished silver sword;
in futile efforts to reprove
its wrong, such love has never faith restored.
the fragments of a broken heart
must bleed their splattered raindrops, till the pool,
vext with the surge of plasmic quartz,
explodes upon the night sky, swift and cruel.
the fragments of a broken life
find ether in the painlessness of death,
whose crypt knows naught of human strife, ...
DAY 17
frag M ents
the fragments of a broken love
cut sharper than a polished silver sword;
in futile efforts to reprove
its wrong, such love has never faith restored.
the fragments of a broken heart
must bleed their splattered raindrops, till the pool,
vext with the surge of plasmic quartz,
explodes upon the night sky, swift and cruel.
the fragments of a broken life
find ether in the painlessness of death,
whose crypt knows naught of human strife, ...
#birthday
#conflict
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#relationships
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 6:00am
16th Oct 2024 6:00am
October Poems 2024 >> the heavens declare
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 16
the heavens declare
i’m writing these poems for conflicts and wars,
that they may be read through the horns
that bellow out orders, in mesquite and thorns,
that deepen foul wounds and fresh scars.
i’m writing these poems for the hospital bed
that host broken bodies and minds,
to open closed curtains and roll back stiff blinds,
and give hope to those not yet dead.
i’m writing these poems for prison and cell,
where criminals plot while they wait, ...
October 16
the heavens declare
i’m writing these poems for conflicts and wars,
that they may be read through the horns
that bellow out orders, in mesquite and thorns,
that deepen foul wounds and fresh scars.
i’m writing these poems for the hospital bed
that host broken bodies and minds,
to open closed curtains and roll back stiff blinds,
and give hope to those not yet dead.
i’m writing these poems for prison and cell,
where criminals plot while they wait, ...
#birthday
#escape
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#morality
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:40am
15th Oct 2024 6:40am
October Poems 2024 >> oft when i would be dead
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 15
oft when i would be dead
oft when i would be sad,
i find a launching pad
for vistas new, of happiness
robust and myriad.
oft when i would be blind,
an epithet i find,
that gives my iamb just a glimpse
of vision redefined.
oft when i would be lonely,
i find the one and only
alternative for comradeship
among the poor and lowly.
oft when i would be mute,
i find a parachute
that navigates my silenced...
October 15
oft when i would be dead
oft when i would be sad,
i find a launching pad
for vistas new, of happiness
robust and myriad.
oft when i would be blind,
an epithet i find,
that gives my iamb just a glimpse
of vision redefined.
oft when i would be lonely,
i find the one and only
alternative for comradeship
among the poor and lowly.
oft when i would be mute,
i find a parachute
that navigates my silenced...
#birthday
#courage
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#strength
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 10:50pm
13th Oct 2024 10:50pm
October Poems 2024 >> though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 14
though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
a Wedding Anniversary Poem for Odessa
my wife is a treasure;
my life gains sheer measure
from latitude bound in her breast.
both morning and night time
regaling my flight time,
she ferries my soul to the crest
of treacherous mountains,
past lecherous dead-ends
contending to chagrin my joy.
her sweet, gentle spirit
has healing balm in it,
whose steadfast supplies never cloy.
...
October 14
though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
a Wedding Anniversary Poem for Odessa
my wife is a treasure;
my life gains sheer measure
from latitude bound in her breast.
both morning and night time
regaling my flight time,
she ferries my soul to the crest
of treacherous mountains,
past lecherous dead-ends
contending to chagrin my joy.
her sweet, gentle spirit
has healing balm in it,
whose steadfast supplies never cloy.
...
#anniversary
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
October Poems 2024 >> when hunger no longer finds pity
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
#birthday
#children
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#war
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 5:36am
13th Oct 2024 5:36am
October Poems 2024 >> the measure of a man
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 12
the measure of a man
an ounce short here, an ounce short there: no one
shall notice that my measure has a dent.
there's no more guilt; i am self-confident
no one is hurt by these small gains i've won.
and what are words when, fluid on the tongue,
they mix and mingle slightly out of turn?
just like the wind, they pause not where they burn:
who knows not truth knows naught whence lies have sprung.
the...
October 12
the measure of a man
an ounce short here, an ounce short there: no one
shall notice that my measure has a dent.
there's no more guilt; i am self-confident
no one is hurt by these small gains i've won.
and what are words when, fluid on the tongue,
they mix and mingle slightly out of turn?
just like the wind, they pause not where they burn:
who knows not truth knows naught whence lies have sprung.
the...
#birthday
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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cabcool
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 9:09pm
11th Oct 2024 9:09pm
October Poems 2024 >> unrequited love
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 11
unrequited love
i am inclined, on impulse, to complain,
yet knowing i must be thankful once again:
it’s worse to be forgotten but not gone,
than gone and be forgotten with the dawn.
among the sweetest words i’ve ever heard
are those you’ve just upon my heart conferred.
caution is wisdom, though it bruise the soul:
swell oceans, where hot tears cannot console.
your eloquence could stand before a jury
and shatter my petition...
October 11
unrequited love
i am inclined, on impulse, to complain,
yet knowing i must be thankful once again:
it’s worse to be forgotten but not gone,
than gone and be forgotten with the dawn.
among the sweetest words i’ve ever heard
are those you’ve just upon my heart conferred.
caution is wisdom, though it bruise the soul:
swell oceans, where hot tears cannot console.
your eloquence could stand before a jury
and shatter my petition...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
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