Celebration Poems | Examples of Celebration Poetry

Coral and Limestone** You can take the country out of me, but the essence of acid lime runs through my veins like an indelible mark of my heritage. Growing up on the island was a unique blessing, where the roots of kinship ran deep and everyone seemed connected by an invisible thread. It was a place...

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Often I gaze In shadows I sought refuge Healing waters from the valley of visions Measured my portion In weaves I sowed my seed Through many days of distortion We Tilled the sky It bore us life In his ways I hope to walk The King of Kings is Yeshua He rose again from the grave Often I gaze In gardens of plenty Toward the east Toward the Valley...

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The grass has grown, the garden’s bright— Nowruz has come, a feast of light. The demon’s tangled, winter hair has vanished, melted in the air. Yes, spring returns with scented breeze, no more the moan of bitter freeze. Joy has arrived at every door— love walks with us, alone no more. Saqi, pour wine and lift this day, chase all our noisy cares away. You,...

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Father's Day is coming. And I know all my sadness will be forthcoming My children are my family And in my life, I learned From the best father My father always asked me what I was thinking And they were always there to listen My father was strong And help me teach me what is right and wrong He was always there for my...

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TIME FOR CHAMPAGNE Louis Roederer will do great Moet and Chandon is okay No Prosecco can be served here Only the very best will do Pol Roger will be fine with me Nette Onclaud, Time For Champagne, 12 June 2025...

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In fifth grade, I earned first place statewide for violin against the girl I half-loved— her fingers quicker, her lineage more illustrious— but that day, mine did not tremble. She chose a piece with fireworks and pitfalls— something by Tchaikovsky— I chose Barcarolle— plainspoken, sweet, a boat gliding through moonlight. I played it without flaw. She slipped once, only once. We both knew I’d won on a grace note— not brilliance, nor fire— just...

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blithe is the songbird chiming on velvet gold plumes melody fills spring june wind props avian flight... leaving me sad notes, goodbye...

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Lip-smacking whipped cream caffeine kick, molten sips a swirl tide nectar, nest of colleagues weave light relief, office banter pulse rate wrecks graph, pep restored for desktop drudgers...

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Hidden beneath the leaves of trees is a blue shop - Gleefully I smile; half - construed but true shop. No soul in sight, parking heedlessly, now I plight - Wearing chapals, I go in - flight to this new shop. Entering, I see a man’s mouthy visage - Working he spits in a silver bowl in this rue...

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In quiet glances, fingers brushed, A world of words goes softly hushed. No need for speech when hearts align, Your soul forever echoes mine. Through storm and sun, in darkest hour, Love finds its way—our secret power. A tether formed by time and grace, That distance, fate, or fear can't chase. It’s not in vows or grand display, But how you stay, and choose...

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In building the Cornerstone is the first stone laid setting the foundation for...

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Let us all have some party fun More the merrier, come along do Never is the door shut on anyone Once upon a time I read Parties are time for champagne, yes! *** ...

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Catalytic cascade of mirror gleam relish on sleep encrusted eyes, such sylvan surreal therapy aligned to dulcet bird lilt, garnish to the willow weave wayfarer of iridescent poetic inkling, vernal vivid verse drought a derelict damnation for those who implore heaven’s intercession, a world endowed with luxuriant canvas whose ample acme is bestrewn with hue etched serpentine...

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People count the years by candles and quiet tears. The twenties, they say, are when we wait for the first cry from a miracle just learning to breathe. But some of us, like me, never quite grow up. Peter Pan weeps each time the rain brushes my shoulders. I come alive again only in fleeting moments, like the string that’s slipped from a flying kite. Just days ago, that child stirred...

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My haunting birth place, picture book of green scene bliss, brimming with winsome townsfolk, who ooze unfeigned charm, streets vibrate at crack of dawn, night life otherworld intrigue...

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