Parents Anniversary Poems | Examples
These Parents Anniversary poems are examples of Anniversary poems about Parents. These are the best examples of Anniversary Parents poems written by international poets.
Mama taught me to remember the celebrations
The ninth spoke to me
Remember me
Remember him, who sits alone
with his purple urn
Her ashes, not the same
The clinks and cheers,
a shame
Her lips would sip from his glass
He’d plant a kiss
The honor, we miss
Now, near her frame, her smile inhabits
the room, but mama’s presence
is ash, contained
Wedded bliss so missed
1/12/2022
Umbilical mime cries
placental free for all
pre born to be wild
DIAMOND JUBILATION
I’ll be dripping with diamonds today.
They’ll parade proudly on my chest.
For the proliferation of the best day
Spent in honor of my parent’s crest.
Small sparklers a joyous sampling,
Little butterflies latent potentiality —
Breaking the sound barrier of reality
In their quiet splendiferous offing.
The little danglers will spread their wings
Sailing across the turquoise sea
The expanse and depth of its glory —
This cheerful celebration means much to me.
The jubilation of precious jewels.
Twins to others — but to themselves —
Sixty years of pulling together the cool
lifetime of love and happiness like no other.
1/11/2020
Do you feel the air today?
Your breath as diamonds fill the space.
The jewels cascading, twirling, romancing.
Did you notice your feet no longer touch the floor?
Floating, in disbelief; gratitude
at the forever after spice of life.
Your wrists ribbon’d together —
It’s been a pleasure.
Time moves so fast but it’s so full.
Paradise could be so sweet
underneath the moon and stars.
Thursday of your dreams.
Diamond Jubilation —
Fills the trenches of your cheeks
Young at heart and awfully sweet.
1/9/2020
You may wonder why we are here?
Yes, you may wonder why?
You may wonder how it is we appear?
Without warning or invite?
You may ask questions of yourself?
The reasons, the whys?
You may wonder why we are here?
And why we chose tonight?
Alice was her name
Little Alice with blue eyes
You destroyed everything in her life
In the blink of an eye
Under the pale moon of a winters night
One year ago tonight!
You killed her parents that night
When you drank and you drive
You thought you'd escaped their justice
By telling all those lies?
Alice asked for the dark of the night
To bring justice for their lives
Do you still wonder why we are here?
Do you still wonder why?
My parents’ repeated refrain -
“Money doesn’t grow on trees.”
In my dreams, a lush tree grew
with leaves of high numbers,
nothing under a twenty.
On our 25th Anniversary,
our church threw
a surprise party.
After the pot-luck dinner,
a gaily wrapped gift box
sported a top slit, waving
a bit of green. As we pulled,
a chain of bills roped up
through the slot, coiling
ribbons of green.
I had seen “Money Trees”
as special occasion gifts,
but for the one and only
time, we experienced the gift
of “Money in a Box.”