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
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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cabcool
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 9:33pm
9th Oct 2024 9:33pm
October Poems 2024 >> october nights
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 10
october nights
october nights are steamy rendezvous
wherein some men, impassioned by stiff booze,
forfeit their balance on the dancing floors
of candle-lighted dens and abattoirs.
october nights are oft a masquerade
for damsels dimpled by demure charade,
whose airs are lofty as the shingled roof
that, in the cutting wind, stands not foolproof.
october nights are pizza feasting days,
when crusts and fillings appetites amaze, ...
October 10
october nights
october nights are steamy rendezvous
wherein some men, impassioned by stiff booze,
forfeit their balance on the dancing floors
of candle-lighted dens and abattoirs.
october nights are oft a masquerade
for damsels dimpled by demure charade,
whose airs are lofty as the shingled roof
that, in the cutting wind, stands not foolproof.
october nights are pizza feasting days,
when crusts and fillings appetites amaze, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #SelfDiscovery
#LifeCycle #SelfDiscovery
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cabcool
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 9:52pm
8th Oct 2024 9:52pm
October Poems 2024 >> this momentary wonder
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 09
this momentary wonder
i thank God for the breath, quick, in my body;
the thoughts that ruminate my fertile mind;
the opportunities that make me worthy
to linger on the sight side of the blind.
i thank God for the sunshine and the roses,
painting the earth with chiaroscuro life,
that when the plight of death his talons closes,
there is safe shelter from the savage strife.
i thank God for the birds that bring their anthems,
in spite of weather,...
October 09
this momentary wonder
i thank God for the breath, quick, in my body;
the thoughts that ruminate my fertile mind;
the opportunities that make me worthy
to linger on the sight side of the blind.
i thank God for the sunshine and the roses,
painting the earth with chiaroscuro life,
that when the plight of death his talons closes,
there is safe shelter from the savage strife.
i thank God for the birds that bring their anthems,
in spite of weather,...
#birthday
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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cabcool
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 7:38am
8th Oct 2024 7:38am
October Poems 2024 >> the flicker of my flame
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 08
the flicker of my flame
the plans i’ve planned have withered in my hands,
upon whose page have raged my shattered dreams;
my golden hopes have slithered, like quicksands,
out of my grasp, into the cracks and seams
of circumstance. if i could dance again
upon young rocks whose shocks my spirit spurred,
or hoola-hoop across the vast terrain,
where danger and adventure lines are blurred:
might not then i my filigree again
replenish well, with...
October 08
the flicker of my flame
the plans i’ve planned have withered in my hands,
upon whose page have raged my shattered dreams;
my golden hopes have slithered, like quicksands,
out of my grasp, into the cracks and seams
of circumstance. if i could dance again
upon young rocks whose shocks my spirit spurred,
or hoola-hoop across the vast terrain,
where danger and adventure lines are blurred:
might not then i my filigree again
replenish well, with...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
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