Best Birthday Cake Poems

(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")

Surprise!  Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside, 
Luscious and...

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Lovely Roses

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Another Soul is in a Storm.
 A choice was made for her unborn.
The Haunting Nightmares linger on.
 Relentless blame to overcome.
There is no Birthday not...

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And here I am this lonely, moonless night
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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see...

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I was attending a birthday party, once when summer was young.
We played games on the back lawn, beneath the huge orange sun.

Colorful birds were tweeting,...

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Today it’s Sally’s birthday party; she’s the star of the show
She’s a lovely little girl and all her friends are invited to go

They arrive on...

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.                 *ANDREA  D.*
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The fire brigade are on standby
With their hoses in their hand
For today it is my birthday
My birthday cake is on a stand
There are so many...

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I wish I could watch Saturday morning cartoons in my pajamas.
Or be able to hold a teddy bear, when a storm frightens me.
I want to...

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True Companions
	
	
	There’s a finite place 
	in a life’s ill-defined time, 
	an Alice-like membrane,
	if you will, when
	at the instant 
	of passing through,
	presence and absence 
	co-exist, life...

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Standing in a dark dark room
Shadows gave an air of doom

Cobwebs hung across the wall
Spiders on silken threads did fall

Pumpkin faces cast an eerie glow
Ghostly...

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creepy eyes sparkle
from scary pumpkin faces
halloween is here!


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At Halloween it’s my birthday 
Lots of ghouls come round to play
(They are really children from my street)
Their...

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I don’t think I shall quite forget the name Camilla Martin.
She’s the teacher of me grandson at the local kindergarten.
No question she’s a lovely lady;...

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Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries,...

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