Birthday Beautiful Poems | Examples
These Birthday Beautiful poems are examples of Beautiful poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Beautiful Birthday poems written by international poets.
Educating Rachel
Now, let us try this again to write a document
With one letter marching nicely in front of the other
Like adding instead of using numbers to give the written
words prettiness, even if the theme is about unnatural sex.
The fact is that there is a diesel smell at the bus terminal
At six in the morning, when the cleaning lady starts her
low-paid work has nothing to do with anything, had they
They're going to university, they could sit in fine offices
and go to the hairdresser at nine, a woman who can just
read and write, luckily for the ladies, she skipped school.
The driver of the bus enters farts loudly, and that is ok
But I could have shown some respect. It is odd to think
If all women had higher education and looked up to the blue
sky, who should make my dinner?
This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Yesterday was your birthday
Unfortunately, that was a busy day
However, I went to the garden
Of my heart this beautiful morning
Where I picked an invisible rose that could bring:
Happiness, joy, good humor and an early spring.
I shaved my beard and mustache to make your day
With all my heart, I wish you a happy birthday
Oh! I would like to charm you until nightfall
When the rainbow is no more in the fall
Toward another horizon, for another season
Please accept this rose, this poem, this song.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to my good friend.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Silky black hair, blue pearls for eyes
Personality larger than a moonlit sky
Smile so bright it lights up the room
Look at her your heart goes boom
Goosebumps and chills,
Dreams filled with thrills
A woman so loving what more to say
To you my sweet friend, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
A whisper soft, a tender glance,
Like sunlight through the morning’s dance.
Your laughter sings, so warm, so bright,
A beacon in my darkest night.
Hand in hand, our hearts align,
Two souls entwined, a love divine.
Through every storm, through joy and pain,
I’d choose you, love, again… again.
The only reason I’d let something I love
go is if staying with me meant they’d
die in my hands. Like the time I stole
a butterfly and kept it in my house for
ten minutes. I watched it cluster on my
window net, fighting to flee. I wanted
it close, so I didn’t let it leave. I brought
in some plants, hoping it would stay,
but it refused to lean on them. The plants,
uprooted, had no time before they bled brown.
So I let the butterfly go. I opened the window
and watched its wings flap free. If I’d kept it,
it would have died. And if I let it die, then I
didn’t love it enough.
Now, if I wanted it back so badly, I wouldn’t just
steal it again. I’d create a garden first.
Happy Birthday to Me.
The Duchess of the deep bloom.
I hope I get everything I deserve.
Today is your birthday my love
You are in the mood to celebrate
The moon shone brightly last night
Heralding beautiful sunshine this morning
In appreciation of a paragon of beauty
Born some years ago
Wonderfully and beautifully made
Enigmatic and tenacious
Determined and loving
Audacious and outspoken
Visionary and persistent
I wish you the best life can offer
You are one in a trillion!
Happy birthday my love
A radiant star was born one day,
Amidst salary challenges, hardship's sway,
Her parents toiled, their sweat and tears,
To forge a brighter future, calm all fears.
Like phoenix rising, she emerged anew,
Her choices bold, as if the world pursued,
Her watchword, determination, shone so bright,
Guiding her through life's turbulent, darkest night.
Risk-taking's lessons, though bitter, she did learn,
And from each scar, her strength did yearn,
Her work ethic, a symphony of might,
Diligence, dedication, beauty, shining bright.
Her name, a benediction, prayer, and creed,
A testament to her essence, noble deed,
As celestial choirs sing in celebration high,
May heaven's gates swing wide, her prayers reply.
May answers come, and greatness be her guide,
Empowering her soul, her heart's deepest tide,
For Blessing, a star that shines so bold,
A radiant light, that never will grow old.
And in her heart, a fire burns so free, igniting a soul that's unstoppable, wild, and carefree!
With every step, she paves her own way,
Through trials and tribulations, she'll face the day,
Unbroken, unbowed, her spirit will soar,
A true warrior, rising, forever more.
In icy peaks, your name is born,
Hima, a whisper of winter's morn.
Bindu, a droplet, pure and fine,
Together merged, a beauty divine.
Like snowflakes gently falling deep,
Your heart remains, in slumber, keep.
Bindu's tiny form, a universe holds,
Reflecting dreams, like winter's tales unfold.
In frozen landscapes, your soul takes flight,
A gentle breeze stirs, on a winter's night.
Himabindu, a name of serene might,
Shining bright, like stars in morning light.
May your name guide you, through life's design,
As a symbol of hope, in winter's confine.
Himabindu, a beauty, forever in our sight,
A shining star, on a clear, cold winter's night.
Christmas isn’t just about the gifts
it’s about family and friends
Getting together with loved ones
But most importantly
Christmas is the birth of Christ
Our father
Our savior
So, let’s gather around
And celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ
Amen
Today is a fantastically super day
Every day is a beautiful birthday
If you have a good health
You have a great wealth
Because illness is expensive
Diseases are very destructive
They make you look and feel old
They make you feel frail and cold.
I am happy to be alive
I can walk, swim and dive
In the very deep blue sea
Life is good and pleasant
I can smile, laugh and see
And enjoy the fresh scent
Of the ladies and the flowers
At the corner of the garden
Life is made of joy and errors
So far, I am still a good man.
Every day is a wonderful birthday
Today is another very exquisite day
The sun has nothing to do with nothing
The moon is present. Let me sing
And praise the Lord for His Kindness
My life is full of wit, glee and happiness
Forget about the money, honey
In our hearts, it is always warm and sunny.
Copyright © October 2nd.2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Eyes wide, beady blue. With skin of silk, pink and new. A pea-sized gift, oh how you grew.
You know me, and I know You.
Dimpled cheeks and Puckered lips, Glossy hair so dark and thick. The littlest chin curved into a dip.
The Lobes of your ears sit neat and dinky, I inhale your scent, so fresh and pure, I watch as you sleep and so peacefully snore.
I know now for sure; that motherhood is what I was made for. Finding my purpose to take care of you, A life fulfilled to my core.
Hello, Daughter whose name is Darcy.
Welcome to our family, we all will treasure, You will be loved endlessly, such a love without measure.
It will almost be time we head home. Two sisters await and sit excitedly together. Meeting each other for the first time ever is a moment I will cherish and remember forever.
Looking up at your mum, please feel no fear, as the sniffling tears you see and the crying you hear, are simply ones of joy that you are finally here.
A woman in a shop
She sat in a shop that sells jumpers and scarves
doing some embroidery for a wealthy client who
wanted his name in big red letters to make it clear
his exalted sanding, but also as a person who
bought wares made by hand
When the man who runs a famous site had
gone in a fanfare surrounded by sycophants
she tied on a silk dress of untold value and
we embraced at the foot of hell
the dress was not for the intended bride
The girl, artis with needles and threads, had
green eyes as a bottomless sea impossible to
read in bedroom light or in a shelter waiting
for the bus to take us heavenward in the sin
of greedy sex and thorn lips
Oh, this heavenly day, a haze of dreams
most of them unfulfilled, lacking in the truth
as something partly remembered, a line
a famous poet wrote, but whatever it was
she stung me with her needles
Times photo
First shot you're in the stomach. The ultimate invasion sits upon the blind tails of a used clock. The winding roads and cement sidewalk plead from the usual birds of sunrise.
The second shot is your birth, capturing the fake and bold who have never understood why they exist but by the grand arrival of the only one who has no unedited side reason for being there. Earth doesn't stop, and the dead still get buried. Cold, in pain, and cut from comfort.
The third shot is your 1st birthday, the only reason to get ed up. At an offsprings occasion, why not throw gas on a fire? Why not sink into the fun? Chew the fat with those you need not see again. Host to those who can't afford to give but only receive. The last and final shot is when you fall the end happens slowly, the only shot that doesn't become a blur where you can ignore the heart of the empty pit you once return to.
Today, I am sixty-four years young; my spirit sings.
To those who stood for me, I salute and praise,
Your sacrifices and love, forever in my gaze.
To the brave hearts who fought for my independence,
I hail thee; your courage sets me free.
To the fallen heroes and heroines,
Your legacy lives on.
To the present generation, I say:
Treat me better, harness my resources, and make me great.
I have abundant treasures, fortunes to share with love and care.
Let my story be told, my voice be heard;
Manage me better.
Happy birthday.