Best Birthday Present Poems
I was brought up on a smallholding when I was a lass
We needed something to help us cut the vast expanse of grass
I wanted a goat and my parents they agreed
We saw one advertised and rushed there at great speed
Poor ‘Susie’ lived in a paved back yard
Finding her food to eat must have been hard
We paid them some money and then the fun began
Travelling home in dads Volkswagen van*
I sat on the back seat with ‘Susie’ next to me
It looked pretty silly – I’m sure you will agree
Back home she bounded out of the car
She trimmed the nearest rose bush – she really was a star
She headed for the washing line and tried to eat dad’s pants
It was pretty hilarious – I can still hear poor dad’s rants
She was ‘with kid’ and got settled in her comfy shed
Her favourite food was bananas she’d eat them all when fed
Finally the great day of the kid’s birth did arrive
I called them ‘Billy and Nanny’ I was filled with great pride
The kids were so cute and we would take them out for walks
If people saw us out in the street their eyes would be on stalks
The kids they grew so quickly and nanny she got sold
Billy stayed a few more weeks but he was never to get old
Billy became a problem and was sold off in a hurry
I was devastated to find poor Billy was made into curry
This really did happen as written - I had Susie for my 13th birthday present
The ONLY amendment is it was a VW Beetle not a van *
Jan Allison
10th April 2014
Dragon ran excitedly, into my family room.
He’d been out all day, doing what was anyone’s guess.
He claimed he needed money, a thousand dollar loan;
It was for my birthday gift; or so that’s what he stressed.
“That’s not the way it works”, said I,
“You don’t buy it with my money”.
“I know”, he replied, “but it’s more than I have,
I need a loan and I’ll work for it Mummy”.
And so he scrubbed and mopped; swept and saved;
until he had his dough.
Off he went and spent all day;
not for his meals, did he ever show.
When my birthday rolled around; he handed me a box;
“It’s professionally wrapped”, he proudly claimed.
Obviously it wasn’t for it looked like a mangled fox.
“Open it”, he cried while clapping paws with glee.
His enthusiasm, non-contained; it was oh so raw,
said he’d gotten it more for himself;
I eagerly, opened it with my own two paws;
It was such an amazing sight; he’d gotten me an elf!
“Whew!” he said, breathing a sigh;
“I thought you’d not open it in time…”
“You wrapped a house elf in a box, alive?
No wonder he’s pale white!”
I pulled him out; gave CPR and he was revived;
although, still a bit woozy, from his recent plight.
Oh so delighted my elf was, just to be alive;
he’s dedicated to me; for the rest of his life.
On her birthday he bought her a feather,
a dainty silver charm.
He knew it was the perfect gift
to adorn a neck or an arm.
He took it home with heavy heart,
overwhelmed by sadness and grief
He brought it here and gave it to me.
His possession of it ... brief.
She can't wear the silver feather
for she's with the angels above.
I wear it for her ... over my heart ...
for she's someone we both lost and loved.
We miss you Brenda, so very much.
We weren't ready for you to go away.
I'll wear your feather with love and remembrance;
his gift for your birthday.
love the island life
treasuring the brief feeling
serene sensation....
Can I have you as my present
Because you have a good accent
Your beauty is more than a cent
And I love your brilliantine scent
.
First time we met, we became friends
Because I was attracted by the way you love
It was my first time to have a girlfriend
Now we always together like hand in glove
.
The reason I befriended you
Is that I'm a poet and you're a poetess
I placed you in my heart like a tattoo
Because there is one thing I knew
That tattoos are not easy to unglue
.
Oh how I wish to have a poetess as my present
Oh how I wish to have a friend
Like you in my birthday at the year end
Our friendship stands no end
Because in my life, you're a good scent
I asked my date her birthday
She told me, 'March first.' ...
I walked around the room
She said, 'You're the worst.'
He gifted me a phone but forgot to call.
a cirque de soliel
detective television series
which is an elaborate plan
to make someone dissapear
400 undercovers eventually on the scene
trying to solve this crime of the century
who is going to dissapear?
why and how?
and when?
This magic act is a life lesson for man
which incorperates the music
With a robot in the middle of this confusion
this detailed time machine of sorts
The study of blind leading the blind
to bring someone to the right place at the right time
the other side of the spectrum
wrong place at the wrong time
I will see you on the other side
this will help mankind to understand themselves
as well as reality and god
based on a life lesson of don't steal from god
I remember
The bittersweet joy
Of my fifth birthday
I remember
Blowing out the candles and wishing with all my might
For my Dad to come home
I remember
Astonishment and shock
With heart-stopping joy
I remember
Him racing down the hill
In a bright red convertible
I remember
Him walking through the door
Sailing bags in tow
I remember
Running to him
Clinging to him and crying on his shirt
I remember
Him coming home...
It was day one in August- I turned eight years old
and visiting my grandparents awhile.
I called them Nonna and Nonno;
with them, I loved to stay.
My Nonna had just finished braiding my long hair;
again I said, "these braids- I truly hate!"
As we so often did, Nonno and I head straight
to take a walk and breathe in the fresh air
at a small park across the way.
But, there, we did not go.
I looked at him and he looked back with a big smile.
Into his old-time barbershop, we strolled.
Needless to say, excitement filled me uncontrolled!
My hair was soon to be a brand new style!
Like magic, braids fell down below-
new me- my eighth birthday!
At first, my Mom beheld me with an angry stare-
but, then was thankful- I indeed looked great!
December 27, 2020
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Birthday Wishes
Penning to send myself birthday wishes
My muse flew off alike airborne kisses
Seventy three this month but to dismay
My mind grows foggier each passing day . . .
Gave hubby my birthday present wishes
Can’t say he’s keen for what I have listed
He’d be miserly shopping till he drops
And poor thing would rather avoid the shops.
Asked for ear plugs so I’d have smooth night sleep
Because there’s times he snores loudly and deep
Unwise, he may need me during the night
Can’t have him say I’m an uncaring wife.
A doggie to accompany a walk
That wouldn’t do as we live on third floor
A diamond necklace would suit me well
Must delete, or the living will be hell.
A litre of gin would hit the right spot
Perhaps not, as I would swig every drop
Maybe swap that for a huge box of chocks
But knowing me I’d soon scoff the whole lot.
So thoughts turned to some racy underwear
Not successful when I’m shape of a pear
Maybe a transparent lace negligée
Though it’s chilly when winter comes this way.
. . . I decided to scrap the present list
All I wants off me man’s a birthday kiss.
8th September 2021
A birthday present to yourself
Is perfect, which makes sense,
For it’s exactly what you want,
No matter the expense.
Your closest friends and family
May give a gift that’s cool.
But it will rarely be what you’d
Have chosen, as a rule.
So on your birthday, go ahead
And splurge in your own name.
If your purchase isn’t perfect,
You’ll have just yourself to blame.
My Son Kenneths’ Birthday Present
2022
I can't paint you a pretty picture
I can't give you a lot of cash
But I hope what mommy gives you will forever always last
I can't recall the color, the one you love the best
But I do recall some good times and I am sure there's plenty left
I can tell you some funny jokes and the rules to your daddy’s game
But unless he’s here to speak to them they really are not the same
I can tell you about your childhood and some stunts you/they tried to pool
I can remind you of the feelings when you realized we/they were/weren't’ fools
And I hope what mommy gives you will forever always last
Although they made you change your name to have a place to live
Maybe in reality that’s all they had to give
But now that you became a man, and learned a lot alone
I hope you please remember that your never far from home.
For my fifty-sixth birthday I was expecting a large check.
He had indicated that he was giving me something extra delightful.
It is coming the day before your birthday.
Hooray! A day early! I could hardly sleep.
I was excited!
It came in a Lowe’s truck.
A large Lowe’s truck.
Refrigerator?
Big screen TV?
New kitchen cupboards?
No.
No.
No.
I knew it was not jewelry now,
but probably something expensive.
After they unloaded it complete with red wagon
I was consternated, confused, cantankerous, and caustic.
You got me a riding lawnmower for my birthday?
Since it was a gift to me, I could do anything I wanted with it.
Right?
I called up the caretaker at the church and donated it to them.
He was exceeding pleased.
Came to pick it up within twelve hours.
I told my husband to never buy me a riding lawn mower again.
Not that I had to.
I have a special birthday…to me that’s very clear
I mean what luck is it to have my birthday on the last day of the year!
And when Deborah asks me what I want tomorrow…how will we celebrate this day
I look at all I have…and know exactly what to say.
I have a family…and I have love
In life…two simply wonderful feats
I have a place to live
I have clothes to wear
I have enough to eat.
I have the oceans
I have the mountains
I have the rivers
I have the seas
I have sunrises and sunsets
I have the flowers and the trees.
I have my health
I can sing and dance
I can read and I can write
I have the birds that sing to me each morning
and the stars that shine at night.
I have friends
I have our morning walks
at this stage of my life I have no need for speed
Hey you might remember this year
I even found some weed!
I am one of the lucky ones
My lif has fit together easily
I have the life I always wanted
A life of poetry…
As I reflect on the eve of my birthday…once again I must concede
I do not want a gift this year…for I have everything I need.
So for my birthday, tomorrow, Deborah
as I celebrate all the gifts I’ve been bestowed…
I’ll settle for a piece of cake
and could you make it al-a-mode.