Sad Birthday Poems | Examples
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Today would've been his birthday but he didn't survive.
If John hadn't died, today he would've turned fifty-five.
He started by smoking pot and then he decided to start doing Meth.
That stuff is nasty and it didn't surprise me when it caused his death.
John angered some people because he stole from them.
When he died because of drugs, it was both sad and grim.
I'm very sorry that he died even though he stole from me.
He can never steal or do drugs again because he's gone for eternity.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
Decrepit Poetry Contest by Constance La France
1st Place
The sad sun, a tired sight, no longer gleams
On the old bones, where life once brightly burned.
A quiet fall now haunts neglected dreams,
And each active color to trash has turned.
The beams all groan, an unhappy, deep sigh,
As garbage eats the tree logs, mild and deep.
A window shade of ruin meets the eye,
Where quiet dimness lasting lookout keep.
No delight stays in cabins dark and cold,
Without sound stirs where chuckle used to play.
A worn story, in vanished lines unfolds,
What once was tough now yields to slow decay.
A decrepit frame, once majestic, proud,
Now echoes secrets to the sacred shroud.
You and I have been friends for many moons
You and I have played together countless afternoons
Not to mention many mornings and many nights.
Since today is your birthday, I want to send you: kaleidoscopic lights
Multiple dancing rainbows of heaven, exotic flowers
And warm hugs and I’ll blow fresh new kisses from afar to your ears.
I called you my special darling for numerous reasons
I hoped our friendship would flourish through all seasons
Even though I am now disappointed, down and sad
And though we’re no longer committed to each other; I’m not mad.
No matter what, today is a special and beautiful day
For you and me. I’m very happy for you
In my heart, you will always have a niche, a stay
You will forever remain deep in my spleen and my soul.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
In three months I’ll turn thirty
And my sister will still be 25
Three months seems so long when
All you can think of
Is seeing those two little lines
Three months and you talk to his family
You’re married but they don’t recognize
That three months is too long
You can’t afford the trip but your trip into town is all
They talk about
Three months when they say that
Your dog’s at the end of his rope
But you’re hoping for more
Three months 90 days do you
Buy three packs of his favourite treat or four
Three months since you’ve last seen your friends and you’re craving
a long late night talking
and unless you reach out it’ll be
three more
and its all in my mind
that these last ten pounds all it takes is three months
parts of myself lost I swear they’ll be found
one month sober down I feel ty
and its all in my mind
another three months now
my family they don’t know how
so they say
its all in their minds
A year and three months thinking
Two lines is not the question of
When but how and how much
And its all in my mind
As I stand in the line
The doctor he says
My prescription is good for three months
Some years ago a great man was born this week
He was my beautiful son
He had such a big heart that is hard to describe
I saw in his short life grow into a great man
And he always had a lot of great fans
It was a great privilege to watch him grow in front of my eyes
Another year has passed since you are gone
I guess I will never find out how you turn out
I'm just sitting here writing another sad poem
On this blank piece of paper
I know you are up in heaven
Writing your own continuing story
Most of your book will be about laugh and sadness
As another birthday draws near for both of us
I want to send you all my love
And I hope this birthday you will be near us where you belong
So have a happy birthday
Because you always deserve the best
You are not just someone
You will always be my son
From my depressed and sad heart
I hope your birthday will be great
And if you can please send some of that love back to us
Love you always Dad
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL
It's been fifteen years since I last saw your face
I guess trying to see you in my dreams has been one big chase
I have cried so many tears
And all I ask from you is a whisper in my ear
Every day I look at your bed and just see a space
Between all my tears I still see your beautiful face
I have so many memories of you every passing day
Today is our birthday, and I guess it will be just another sad day
Sometimes I wish we could just skip this day
On this day sometimes I don't know how to act
Or what to say
When people say happy birthday
Inside I know everything will eventually be okay
So today I will blow out the candles for you and me
Till we meet again
I know there will always be pain
And someday I will meet you again
Joyous Valentine’s Day
Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends
‘Tis the day to care for each other and to join hands
Friendship matters, love matters
Flowers matter too, brothers and sisters
Please do not be too mad
Because the sky is not blue
Let’s enjoy the morning dew
Please do not be too sad
Let’s enjoy the cold sunny weather
There’s snow here and there, but at the corner
Is spring with fresh air and a bundle of flowers
Friendship matters, love matters
There are sparkles of fire of love in the air
Let’s enjoy the season of love, peace and care
‘Tis the moment to walk happily hand in hand
Together we shall stroll, together we shall stand.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the lovers of the world.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Another year older no balder –
dash,
Wishing I could write my life ('s)
perfect poem before I
pass
Out of this world to the other
side,
While dreaming of my mother
And can’t wait to
fly.
One more circle around the old solar
disk
And it won’t be long before I’m not forgetfully
missed.
Not that I’ve done momentous things
Deserving of remembrance too sad to
sing
But only that I’m still here today, thankfully
having another undeserved birth
day.
© Terrell Martin. 01/17/2025
In July of 2013, you died and you went to Heaven.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77.
After taking chemotherapy for months, you died.
You were a good provider and that can't be denied.
When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013]
What shall I tell you about…books piled high, watery eyes, a day burned up, my birthday coming up. Shall I tell you, I have one more year before I’m officially a senior citizen and how the gray and wrinkled look at me and laugh because I’m too young to be north of 60. My hair dyed dark brown, almost always a big toothy smile, no cane, loose hips. I can see some smiling at that last little quip. I know you're winking on the other side of the screen or perhaps it's an allergy or old contacts. What shall I tell you about…the cheer in a Winter t-shirt and red skirt, long brown hair. I still have the photograph to prove I uplifted Pop Warner. What shall I say…I love a great storm but not destruction and death. I think many of us think this way. We look outside for the excitement, which may or may not come. Glad it didn’t, but sad for those who were gobsmacked by it. I will tell you some random things…like my library sale. Thought I’d buy one or two. Brought one bag. Filled it up. The prices insanely good. I remember the days where I’d buy one book. It was most precious. Each life is duly precious…each and every one. Each and every thought and moment. Fill your bag up.
A day we all look forward to growing up
A day surrounded by love and cake
Is now replaced with hate
A day I no longer care for
A day I wish I wasn’t the fastest swimmer
Which is crazy because suddenly I can’t swim anymore
Every year something goes wrong
That reminds me what’s the point
This is just a normal day
Just wake up thank God for life and move on
When I was younger I felt bad for people that don’t celebrate their birthdays
But now I understand
I’m one of those people now
If younger me saw me now
She wouldn’t recognize herself
She would be sad at the sight
I’m not just older
I’m sadder than I was as a child
You used to like me, what's happened now?
Ever since June, you've been so blue.
Stressing over nothing at all?
A one sided drama, a small conflict?
Is that all?
I say hi, but you don't even peek, let alone speak.
I try to celebrate your birthday, but can't find time.
You don't even seem to notice mine.
I know your favourite colour.
Favourite article of clothing
All your animal's names, and when you get up in the morning.
I visit you from time to time, and follow you everywhere.
I miss when we used to be friends, we'd play to no ends!
I don't remember much, I'm quite stuck.
I seem to remember things from yesterday, but not tomorrow.
Is that why you're mad? You're actually sad?
My birthday is coming up, but I've got no luck.
Just some flowers at a rock for me? Not even some god damn confetti!
I'd rather have games, confetti and cake, then to see your sad desolate face.
My dear friend, who I love to no end, I won't be there to see you grow up.
Maybe I'm just stuck up?
I'm too sad to move forward, so I'll hang back a little while.
I hope you'll soon find your smile!
I've lived through rain and sleet and snow,
but where did all my birthdays go?
Behind the stool? Behind the chair?
I've looked all over. They ain't there!
When I was young time moved so slow,
yet now I wonder, "Where'd it go?"
I won't be sad or shed a tear.
I'll celebrate the one this year!
I've been alive a lot of years.
My nose still grows, as do my ears.
Can barely see and hardly hear,
can't wait to see what breaks next year.
You were a country boy who was raised in the sticks.
If you hadn't died, today you would have turned 76.
Your cancer took a turn for the worse and I had to say goodbye.
Your life came to an end in 2013 on the thirteenth of July.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
You died ten years ago and went to Heaven.
You were a good provider and that's something I'll always appreciate.
You suffered because of Leukemia and that is something that I hate.
I lost you shortly after losing Mom and it was sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013]
He descended for a fleeting moment to taste fame and some strife
Although short, he did his work by living the THUG life
But don't be misled by THUG 'cause it speaks of an acronym
The Highest Under God; he understood the assignment and that it came from him
June 1 6 7 1 was the day
A poet erudite entered this realm with much to say
With the Sun in Gemini
Mercurial attributes flying high
Was he good? Was he bad?
Was he happy? Was he sad?
Many debate this and many debate that
A polarizing figure for sure and that's a fact
So much passion and fire spewed from his soul
He burned down the status quo so his truth could be told
Not fearful and not particularly a stranger to drama
Despite So Many Tears, he never had to question the love from Dear Mama