Creation Birthday Poems

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Details | ABC |
Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?

Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Life begets life.
A Miracle takes shape 
beyond thinking, 
creating blessings. 
Bathe in its aura and
let the joy wash over you.
You are the recipient
Of the Creator's great glory.
flavored with amazing grace.

CAK 2-10-2013

A poem written to my niece
of the birth of her son.


I'm thankful not to be in Canada
Where sad memories live
it asked me for and demanded more
of what I could not give
if you ask what was it worth
for me to have taken the lower berth
I will not hesitate nor eplicate
the answer would be yes.

The lower berth is America.
I love this country and it gave
me the opportunities I needed.

CAK 11-16-2012


Wrong-right, being equal sides of the same coin
when tossed ends up blown by a blast of wind
and falls out of sight.

So who won the toss? Did it matter?
Knowing and not knowing, 
questions and non questions, 
to the flipped coin each has a truth all its own.

C.A.K. 1-10-2012


Could it be that the many sides of destiny are
found in other dimensions?  

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
Look at me, I’m a 25 year trendy maker!
I feature a brand new me, at present!
Look at me, and Read through my transition,
I wear George and shave jeans,
Now I’m getting A Gucci,
And now I can volunteer in UN.
I’m the birthday lad at present.
May the folks warble for De Poet, as I take my view.
I’m floating in the galaxy,
But now, let me trail down, to my castle,
Look at the mirror, it all defines me as A Script-Writer,
On my fingertips, is where you unearth my lyrics!
Did you just read that? I’m A Song-writer as well.
I just don’t give a break,
God dam it, I’m A Poet, “Bryan De Poet”
I am, and I have T.m.T forever.
I am 25! And I’m a silver jubilee today.
What a better me, I can fly far and wide,
And It’s a Sunday, when Emmanuel rose,
My pristine birth–date, though! was, a Good Friday, back then in 89,
That defined and defines, my other name “Emmanuel”
Now let me stroll to haven,
With my own visions and missions,
Extremely eventful and magical I’ am,
Wait a Sec, let me accolade my mother, the tremendous queen “Stella”
And not forgetting my father “William”
For today, don’t try to find my station, and try not to provoke me,
Just listen to me,
I’m what I am, and what you see.
This is, an even year for me!
It’s my birthday,
But I haven’t forgotten where I came from.
I’m 25.

All Rights Reserved 

In Memory of my 25th Birthday

© T.m.T scripts

Copyright © Bryan De Poet | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |
The Warmth Of

Cooking, freezing,
and raspberry jam
Beef stew, salmon
pie, and egg rolls
out of ham

Quick party foods
and a hunters
Castle cake, feather
bed, and little
trees for Christmas

Cakes of Dolphin,
Smurf, and Muno
Butterfly, Barbie
Doll with thousands
of views

Baby items, aprons,
and dresses to sew
You can make your
own maple syrup, you

Wreaths, snowmen,
and Christmas logs
are a craft
Helping toddlers
make bird food is
always a laugh

Peanut butter,
sugar, and chocolate
chip cookies
Banana oatmeal, no
bake, and
centerpiece of

Deer meat lasagna
and savory stuffed
Leftover turkey meal
with stuff off your

Pumpkin carving,
candy apples, and
nature hunt fun
Accessories for
creative cakes and
rolls of cinnamon

Game night
quesadillas and
wraps too
More is in store and
waiting for you

By: Doris Anne

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

Details | Classicism |

Desire sometimes to go back to my engineering college days,
Desire sometimes to go back to my junior college days,
Desire sometimes to go back to my school days,
Desire sometimes to go back to my junior  childhood days,
Damn I Desire to go back into the precious place..My MOTHER'S WOMB..
It is the only SAFE PLACE left..No other dare to touch..

P.s. The mindset of hopeless creatures sucks.. Don't know when the looped laws gets unrolled? 

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatern |
Words shape my world like crystals shining, merrily in a waterfall,
Words are so beautiful, how I would hate not to write at all,
Words can pick you up on a dull, dull day, 
Put together you can find such beautiful things to say 

Copyright © Gail Lewis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Qasida |
God took the allure of awesome angels
and the pulchritude of priceless jewels.
God fetched the freshness of fountains; 
and the matchless might of mountains.
God caught the coolness of dew at dawn, 
and the soothing relief of luxury lawn. 
God reaped the rare radiance of a rainbow, 
and the sweet voice of a special sparrow. 
God reached for the royalty of a loyal queen 
and the mystery of things unseen.
God wielded the wisdom of ages past 
and the freedom of stormy blast;
God garnished the generous grace of nature
with the patience of eternal adventure.
 God sought the sweetness of honey 
and the amazing acceptability of money.
God wrapped the riches of mother earth; 
with the reality of heaven and earth.
God mixed the mildness of twilight moon
with the warmth of sun at noon.
God picked The purity of winter snow 
and the glory of heaven's glow... 
God then combined all these features 
to make a compassionate creature. 
To me she is an alluring and amazing art
but her parent named her Zuliat.
Wishing her a wonderful birthday
Filled with great joy all the way.
(c) Adeleke Adeite 2016

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
She sat there alone again
with her most favorite of pens
and her worn notebook in hand
asking herself where to begin

Do I:
Write around the dripping of tears
with my heart swelling
between pumping out fears

Then she took a moment
slowly let out her breath
and asked herself..... once again

When did I become so anxious
so she leaned back in her chair
and pondered that moment

Of why thoughts dangled there
before rhyme and before reason
Can this chair rock her into a new season
of writing about her latest artistic routine

Into her pain about fear and doubt
a strain in her breathing into fresh air
In the distorted comfort 
of her favorite chair

Then she thought to herself
I must just sit here
in my favorite chair
letting the seasons come in
where it all began

Through her life's crazy upbringing
and back and forth rocking
comforting with longing
for a new beginning 

She forgot about the chairs rocking motion
so in her thoughts she started flowing

Oh God. She said:
Let me sink deep into this chair
where my memories won't read "Beware"
of the pain she must write
and keep up the fight

Her chair hates scars
with teardrops unwashed
and when she looked apon them
she didn't understand

She left her favorite chair
in such a horrible fright
so she had to comfort her chair
and soothe the scars she left bare

She whispered in its ear
just for tonight
She'll grab a pillow of hers
and a comforter to spare
and she'll snuggle warmly
and sleep with her arms
wrapped tightly around 
her comforting chair

Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Date: Mon, Nov 30 2015 at 7:44 PM

I'm the Alpha
You the Omega 
I'm Alpha 
You Beta
Call me Zeta
I Move like the Gammas
I'm Sega
This the Genesis Theater
Playing my Sega on Saturn
While my dreamscast on the plasma 
They call me the great one I was born great
I was born from fate
Destiny child Birthed
In this vile curse
West Nile style verse 
thought y'all Nu
Mu the Uno Yall Cero
Born on the cuatro, Cero, dos
On my upper echelon fly like the Delta Epsilon
My flow Alumni I'm a Star like Sigma Ksi my Chi my Key & Enigma Energy of Super Saiyan 3 Chi & Ki
Inside this Optimus Prime


Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
 Trisha M. Barrek  Hopkins

The day you begin to live 
Is the day you start to die 
Things you see aren't what you believe 
Even the first tear you cry 
Is already the thing of the past 
The hardest you try 
You cant make the day last 

The day you take your first breath 
Is the day you gasp for air 
Trying to figure out whats next 
The sound of angels is what you hear 
Before you know it you're old 
So treat this day as it was your last 
Because before you are told 
You'll be the thing of the past 
God put you through this test 
To see if you pass 
Soon enough you'll be putting your body to rest 
The heart beat you heard it'll be over real fast 
The devil will try to take your soul 
But to let you see the light 
God will make it his goal 
To keep it shining bright 
The day you begin to live 
Is the day you start to die 
So live your life like you want 
Because getting older will soon be by your side 
Soon enough you'll realize you'll see 
Your ghostly soul will start to haunt 
Here on this earth in person you'll no longer be 

Copyright © Trisha M Hopkins | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
The summer labored against an agonized yawn,
and through its sweated lips
withdrew a round fruit.
It is too big to ask how it had ever fit.
She collapses and withers, her waters
vaporing skyward, no afterbirth brought forth.
I take the fruit.
It is fresh and red and promising,
and a great parallel to the shriveled season
that lays quieted in her phoenix-ashes. 
It is warm.
You lay in it, in all your babied splendor,
you curl in its yolky folds.
I am the new mother, with a feverish pride,
the blood-beaded brow.
I bite, bite the crisp stone, and drink you in.
I feel your bones, my bones
and all your veins take hold.
Your eyes unfurl as ship sails, over mine.

Copyright © Akira Gollihue | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |
D-ay second March morn,
E-ventide loses its gray; 
L-ong and lonely night
I-s just fading

M-idnight moon passes by; 
E-arly dawn shares the light; 
R-ain and haze have ended, 
C-oal clouds become white.
A-fter the twilight is gone, 
D-ark shadows do the same; 
O-vernight smoke clears the air, to let the sun burn its flame.

G-reet the sky with a smile, 
A-dore the beauty in view; 
R-elax and see the scenery
C-olored with pink, not blue.
I-dentify each and every wonder that amuses the beholder; 
A-ll of them that amaze you are the creation of the Maker.

Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
Duck down dew ports in balls of honey. Well that's a marvellous mission statement to a golden syrup of tree. Nestling in a bridge arrives twenty two frogs who are laughing because of a rock formation. In a dramatic skyline there exists a very large zebra. Hahahaha and a pink fish painting in a door. Hahahaha and now the wooden floor is waiting for the advice from a frozen cat. Xxx ha ha ha xxx carnivorous cakes xxxxx vertical verification code xxxx

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
He sits alone, dreaming of the masses who support his social addiction.
  Spending hours rehearsing the  entrance walk and antectdotes he will be spittin. 
  He arrives, knowing he will end up feeling so very alone.
The anxious man pops a couple of pills and takes a shot of Patron.  
  Basking in the attention, in the same breath cursing the proxemically ignorant.
The man realizes he cant do it; he quickly exits the crowd, pulling a Houdini stunt.
  Is it introversion or just a pretentious air the problem he Is led to believe?
  A paradoxical life he lives, he would rather be alone but social interaction he needs.
  Anxiety and trust may play a role in his complex bullshit brain.  
Feeling there are NO other answers, he began to self medicate.
  Drugs push aside these feelings that consume every moment of his day.
  The loner becomes a socialite not true to himself, a fraud, a fake. 
  No one knows that he Is a shy overthinking mental case.
Sober days he dreams of being a Saturday night man without the mask over his face.
This is his inferno, The hell society has created. 
  His social anxiety was a learned trait by no fault of his own, so it can be treated.
Truth is, If he does not find a solution to this problem soon. 
  Alone will be the only thing he knows,
with "here lies whats his name" inscribed upon his tomb.

Copyright © Dakota Hershey | Year Posted 2017