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.
October Poems 2024 >> love and let live
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 03
love and let live
ambassador of forest, flow’r, and stream,
and bird with sweet songs, wooing wise the wind,
i am a delegate of high esteem,
whose gazette leaves no natural source behind.
if you would move a mountain or a tree,
or freak a feather from a floating wing,
i give judicial judgement, senza fee,
that you may know the measure of my zing:
my parliament, convenient couch to none
who stirs the sleeping lion out of turn,
or aggravates...
October 03
love and let live
ambassador of forest, flow’r, and stream,
and bird with sweet songs, wooing wise the wind,
i am a delegate of high esteem,
whose gazette leaves no natural source behind.
if you would move a mountain or a tree,
or freak a feather from a floating wing,
i give judicial judgement, senza fee,
that you may know the measure of my zing:
my parliament, convenient couch to none
who stirs the sleeping lion out of turn,
or aggravates...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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October Poems 2024 >> the leap of faith
A Poem for Each Day of the Month in Which I was Born
October 02
the leap of faith
sweet wednesday morn, hopeful, by light of day,
to maximise from minimum its charm,
teach me to fashion wisdom from my clay.
and could i to a blade of grass bring harm,
knowing how delicate and brief his hour,
what, then, could my sobriety defend,
when foxes my own soul seek to devour?
the ebon shades of night may yet portend
a spirit of delusion and regret,
but youthful verve bears buffer in its chide ...
October 02
the leap of faith
sweet wednesday morn, hopeful, by light of day,
to maximise from minimum its charm,
teach me to fashion wisdom from my clay.
and could i to a blade of grass bring harm,
knowing how delicate and brief his hour,
what, then, could my sobriety defend,
when foxes my own soul seek to devour?
the ebon shades of night may yet portend
a spirit of delusion and regret,
but youthful verve bears buffer in its chide ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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October Poems 2024 >> unfettered
A Poem for Each Day of the Month in Which I was Born
October 01
unfettered
october morn, the dawning of the age,
flush falling leaves and chilly weather spar
for pride of place with sentinel and sage.
oktoberfested images bizarre
of hallowentine masks and secret charms,
pieces of eight, yet tentative, yet blind,
yet hesitant to trigger false alarms.
fair evidence of spring not hard to find,
where white light, kissing hard the southern sphere,
slants more autumnal where the north winds blow, ...
October 01
unfettered
october morn, the dawning of the age,
flush falling leaves and chilly weather spar
for pride of place with sentinel and sage.
oktoberfested images bizarre
of hallowentine masks and secret charms,
pieces of eight, yet tentative, yet blind,
yet hesitant to trigger false alarms.
fair evidence of spring not hard to find,
where white light, kissing hard the southern sphere,
slants more autumnal where the north winds blow, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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Twenty-nine plus One
Throughout my life, and dare I say,
Throughout the life of many people
You learn a bit, though day-by-day
That God does not need church or steeple
‘Tis us! Tis us that needs the show:
The marbled halls, the colored glass
The Doric columns, the hope of Rome;
All vying for the very last;
Now think of God: what comes to mind?
What ears grow open to the blind?
What thinks the thinker?
What thinks the youth who yearns for truth?
What thinks the aged who’s heard it all?
What think the one who doesn’t know;
Or...
Throughout the life of many people
You learn a bit, though day-by-day
That God does not need church or steeple
‘Tis us! Tis us that needs the show:
The marbled halls, the colored glass
The Doric columns, the hope of Rome;
All vying for the very last;
Now think of God: what comes to mind?
What ears grow open to the blind?
What thinks the thinker?
What thinks the youth who yearns for truth?
What thinks the aged who’s heard it all?
What think the one who doesn’t know;
Or...
#birthday
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This Is Where Reality Kicks In
Dad
had gone
over to
Judy's place in
order to drive her
back home for her birthday
celebration. But when he
got there, his eyes had grown wide at
the sight of his baby girl naked
and being humped by some guy in bed.
had gone
over to
Judy's place in
order to drive her
back home for her birthday
celebration. But when he
got there, his eyes had grown wide at
the sight of his baby girl naked
and being humped by some guy in bed.
#birthday
#daughter
#fiction
#home
#sex
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When Felicity Got That One Tee Shirt For Her Birthday
When Felicity
got that one tee shirt for her
birthday, she thought it
was funny. But then, she woke
naked and on top of Shawn.
got that one tee shirt for her
birthday, she thought it
was funny. But then, she woke
naked and on top of Shawn.
#birthday
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
#tanka
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I Need To Get This Portrait Done And Home
Just
paint the
portrait and
stop staring at
my tramp stamp. I need
to get this portrait done
and home. My husband's birthday
is tonight and I want
to surprise him with...! Are you taking
your clothes off? You've got the wrong idea.
paint the
portrait and
stop staring at
my tramp stamp. I need
to get this portrait done
and home. My husband's birthday
is tonight and I want
to surprise him with...! Are you taking
your clothes off? You've got the wrong idea.
#art
#birthday
#dialogue
#fiction
#sex
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Thirtieth
Sitting here pondering my thirtieth,
When I feel as if 50 lifetimes have passed
Just in the last decade
No one tells you when you leave home
What you must forfeit
Not that I would have made a different decision
But maybe I would have not done them so quietly
So independently
It’s lonely to know no one has known you in all of your phases
Only parts of what you understood at that time
some villainess, some heroic
Most not even knowing yourself
Or what you long for
Or what you’re trying to find
What is authenticity ...
When I feel as if 50 lifetimes have passed
Just in the last decade
No one tells you when you leave home
What you must forfeit
Not that I would have made a different decision
But maybe I would have not done them so quietly
So independently
It’s lonely to know no one has known you in all of your phases
Only parts of what you understood at that time
some villainess, some heroic
Most not even knowing yourself
Or what you long for
Or what you’re trying to find
What is authenticity ...
#birthday
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Practical Joke?
Someone handcuffed & gagged me to a chair
I believe I was drugged
I have no food & water
I'm in a room I don't recognize
I try & escape
It's no use
Someone comes into the room and yells HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
A bunch of other people make their way into the room
They're all blowing into party favors and balloons are all around
I don't recognize any of them
It's not my birthday
One person says to another
That's not Tim
We have the wrong person
How could this be?
I believe I was drugged
I have no food & water
I'm in a room I don't recognize
I try & escape
It's no use
Someone comes into the room and yells HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
A bunch of other people make their way into the room
They're all blowing into party favors and balloons are all around
I don't recognize any of them
It's not my birthday
One person says to another
That's not Tim
We have the wrong person
How could this be?
#birthday
#dreams
#fiction
#nightmares
#ShortStory
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Happy Birthday, Mom - Part XII
Your death came as a surprise, it certainly wasn't foretold.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 76 years old.
I learned that you were terminal shortly before you died.
When your life ended, people were sure to be misty-eyed.
If you were still alive, I'd be spending your birthday with you.
When I say that you had love and respect, it is certainly true.
If you hadn't died, today you would be eating your birthday cake.
When I found you dead, it was almost too much for me to take.
Your death was upsetting, painful and very hard for me to face. ...
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 76 years old.
I learned that you were terminal shortly before you died.
When your life ended, people were sure to be misty-eyed.
If you were still alive, I'd be spending your birthday with you.
When I say that you had love and respect, it is certainly true.
If you hadn't died, today you would be eating your birthday cake.
When I found you dead, it was almost too much for me to take.
Your death was upsetting, painful and very hard for me to face. ...
#birthday
#death
#mother #nonfiction
#mother #nonfiction
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Ten Years of Posting to The Day
Ten years of words
Ten years of rain
Ten years spent absurd
Ten venting in vain
Ten minutes of joy reigning
Then ruled by another
Ten years of pens smothered
Ten years of keys covered in
Grease and tears
From my veins weeping
Ten years with very few brothers,
friendless
Years flew by,
at times seemingly endless
and still my word relentless
Picked up the passion to pen while cutting grass
where a mind does wander
I imagine some of the greatest lines
come from fishers and...
Ten years of rain
Ten years spent absurd
Ten venting in vain
Ten minutes of joy reigning
Then ruled by another
Ten years of pens smothered
Ten years of keys covered in
Grease and tears
From my veins weeping
Ten years with very few brothers,
friendless
Years flew by,
at times seemingly endless
and still my word relentless
Picked up the passion to pen while cutting grass
where a mind does wander
I imagine some of the greatest lines
come from fishers and...
#birthday
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#anniversary
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It's For His Birthday Tomorrow
Justine stripped and sat down.
She's having a portrait done for Matthew.
It's his birthday tomorrow.
She's having a portrait done for Matthew.
It's his birthday tomorrow.
#art
#birthday
#fiction
#husband
#sensual
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DU Poetry : Birthday Poems