Birthdays Poems - Poems about Birthdays

A national holiday that should be celebrated the whole month...

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Birthdays were always shared. Two cakes sat mid-table, ‘Happy Birthday’ was sung with two names instead of one. I did not like being a twin, having a sister the same age, always being labeled more as a composite, having a shared identity, a part instead of being a whole. I felt as if I was diluted. I did not like the...

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Every year A new number emerges and my body feels the tightness or is it the tightness of my clothes as I enjoy too much birthday celebration?...

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I flew to Chicago last Friday night my great uncle was turning a hundred. The plan was to fly-in Friday, party Saturday, and fly out Sunday. No missed school. The air felt colder in Chicago, the wind really bit, and the sun seemed to be at an odd angle. We stopped by the beach of a lake so large that there were...

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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...

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Magical moment once a year...

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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...

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Celebrating life every year like a holiday...

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Do they celebrate birthdays in heaven? Or do they even care anymore? Are there birthday cakes handed out at the pearly gates? Do the angels know the words to “Happy Birthday?” Or do they simply strum their golden harps and hum? I don’t know. Maybe. Who would know the answer? The Pope might know. Though I’ve never heard the question addressed at Mass. I...

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Yes, Birthdays are such fun, for you get something good and something not so good. Let's just say the something not so good is a health issue. My is Sciatica. Ouch. I made 79. The something good is I won a scratchoff prize of thirty dollars and the money has rolled in from there. Smile....

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How many birthdays I need to celebrate to finally experience puberty? I feel like I never grew up except having growth spurts and that time once a month How many birthdays I need to celebrate to finally become a woman? will take ten more, twenty more thirty more, forty more or maybe even fifty more only God knows how long before I go down in history as the world's...

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Couplets On Forgetting Birthdays Miracle Man 3/12/2023 Another year came and went, leaving me not broke, just badly bent. Year’s speed by so fast, lordy-lordy. and someone special just turned forty. Seems I forget her birthday on most years, she always laughs, I shed virtual tears. I hope my forgetting you won’t besmirch, my reputation with those we know at church. Some say that forgetfulness is born...

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By the afternoon I was back-on-my-toes. Almost every night my roommates and I sit around a low table in the common room of our suite, crossed legged, on cushions and do our homework. It’s less claustrophobic than sitting in our rooms alone and we usually have some music on, lowkey, in the background. We’d just heard...

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I’m chilling and doing homework tonight. Leaning into it. Last night one of our suitemates (Julia) turned 21 - she’s barable. Not that we get carded anywhere - I’ve never had trouble getting into clubs or ordering drinks - I mean never have I ever. She had her birthday party at a place called Mory’s, in New...

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Those birthdays Beginings Building blocks Six to ten Smooth sailing Relaxed times Turbulence Those teen years Adulthood? My first Tricube poem. The length hinders but it can really open doors to thinking....

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