Best Birthdays Poems
Halloween birthdays compare to no other
Preparations begin at the end of summer
Leaves change color, a chill is in the air
Outdoor decorations appear everywhere
Talk of ghosts, goblins and big black cats
Songs about monsters dancing ‘The Mash’
Porch Jack-O-Lanterns grin from ear-to-ear
October 31st every town any given year
Bobbing for apples at Halloween parties
Hayrides to haunted houses to hear scary stories
Witches cast spells on those superstitious
Eating cake, opening presents, all the best wishes
Shadows and full moons... spooky lights
Costumes and candy on ‘Trick-or-Treat’ night
Great celebrations in many fun ways
Halloween is the best time for birthdays
Written October 23, 2015
February-10, 2016 - Birthday Party Contest
By Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place
November 4, 2015 - Birthday Party Contest
By Kelly Deschler
Second Place
When I was young, I noticed
Many adults stopped aging at 39.
Had something to do with Jack Benny
And trying to hold back time.
Then I noticed something else.
They often spoke of retiring at 65,
And many of them seemed to hope
They might still be alive.
The difference came to 26,
A number I knew very well.
The number of letters in the alphabet
We use to print and write and spell.
Then it occurred to me,
For folks holding youth so dear,
Just add a letter to 39
Each and every year.
39A would be 40,
39Z would be 65.
After that, start letters over again
Or just be glad you’re still alive.
So, you see, it’s easy
To forever be 39.
You may fool yourself & others,
But you can’t fool Father Time.
Yesterday the birthday girl,
Her rainbow tutu swishing,
Blew out (with brother's help) the candles
Lit for birthday wishing.
From playground, train and parachute,
The 4 year olds were romping
Until the time for pizza came,
With juice and lots of chomping.
Today the celebration was
Just slightly more subdued,
Though with stories told and mem'ries shared
With fun it was imbued.
The birthday girl, at 91,
Enjoyed a home-cooked meal,
Drank gin and tonics then blew out
Her candles with some zeal.
Two birthday bashes back to back
On both ends of life's arc,
Let me have a double helping
Of what such a day can spark.
For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous,
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short,
From time to time, from events to events.
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments,
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and anniversaries,
Is the end for those petals, which are sinking in past memories.
Even the funerals are not sympathetic to the beautiful lilies.
In lieu of flowers, why can’t they write beautiful poems,
Make memorable cards or fake flowers with dead leaves?
Let the flowers live in the garden, and plant them in the cemeteries,
In lieu of flowers, send meaningful poems that inspire dreams.
For crying out loud, please end the customary bereaves.
Copyright © October 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
birthdays ARE special
and not "just another day"
God is Blessing You....
to the lake to the lake
fish to fry fish to bake
this has been moms cry
birthdays now just rye
if once we'd bring a cake.
Happy birthday to me
Makes life so sappy
Growing old by another year
Let us all celebrate and cheer!
(Birthday is Jan 28th and turning 31!)
The Birthdays
You came into the world in the afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare
We prayed for you and God provided great Joy
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing
From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date.
Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred
Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara
Birthdays, like paychecks,
Always on time, spent quickly,
And soon forgotten
Birthdays
Blowing out the candles,
Eating all the cake,
Putting on my bathing suit,
Jumping in the lake.
Opening the presents,
Playing all the games,
Chasing all my friends,
Yelling out their names.
Birthdays are so wonderful,
Birthdays are so great.
I only have ten months to go
I can hardly wait!
Birthdays are but the waves of life.
As each tide comes and goes
all things we have written in the sand the past year are swept away.
It is now time to build tall castles and fill them with dreams
so when the next wave comes and our castles disappear,
on our hearts the dreams will remain,
Always.
Isn't it amazing: you're still hanging 'round?
After all these years, you're still above the ground.
That is so inspiring, it's just like a dream!
So get that scoop a-working, and let's have more ice cream!
Isn't it astounding, how we're here with you?
Your friends and relations make up quite a crew!
Anyone who sees us will do a double-take
While we crowd all around you, to have a piece of cake!
Isn't it incredible, we all wonder why
You've so many birthdays, we can't count that high!
All the years that passed...it's hard to keep the score
But who needs a number? We plan to have some more!
If you were born in the month of August
Be cool, be calm, be wise and be robust
Summertime is almost over
And autumn is around the corner
Teeny or feeble leaves are falling
Some days are hot or humid like spring
Yellow tiny bugs are crawling everywhere
As customary, the hot summer rays failed
To obliterate quite a few. This is no fairy tale
Let’s wish everyone born in the dawn of August
Many Happy Birthdays. Let’s single out no one
Be cool, be calm, be wise and be robust
Love will remain in the air for everyone
To enjoy the very end of summer
In the name of the Savior.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
100 birthdays
my favorite nurse is gone,
a loving daughter
Chubby cheeks and cheerful birthdays,
Were merry go lucky childhood days,
Then realised we were getting older,
Celebrations started turning colder !
Till taller than us our own kids grew,
Our ageing humour did certainly brew,
Today we celebrate our natal days,
And now are as young in all ways !
Seriousness of life at once flew,
Strong sense of wit was changing hue,
Young friends could well change the outlook,
Cherishing turning pages of a golden book !
Cutting of cake and chocolate smeared on face,
A great laugh then adds to an ageful grace,
Dancing to the tunes of a rocking music,
Many left heartbroken, rather than getting sick !
Written on 22/5/14
By- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Sponsor- Carolyn Devonshire
Contest- Birthday and ageing humour