Birthday Children Poems | Examples
These Birthday Children poems are examples of Children poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Children Birthday poems written by international poets.
An eastern icicle seems to impose
as it's dripping down a church tower bell.
Bitter cold made bell and ice juxtapose,
as frost took its toll, now no one can tell.
No galloping horse and no rebel cry
amidst drifting snows now resting calmly.
Yet not quite so, with kid's natural high,
cast snowballs up, with their spirits jolly.
A target shred reveals a silver bell.
Gone are their folly, just eyes frozen stare.
The front doors open. A priest says, Noel,
to all of the kids who were gathered there.
Merry Christmas all, have fun while you play.
I'll see you at mass for Jesus' birthday.
Many years I kept you in box
Box of good memories that knocks
Birthdays come alive
Like roses in five
Candles I lit, my love that rocks!
Cloudy skies explode into puffs of snowy flakes,
Harbingers of excitement, and sweet sugar cakes.
Ringing bells, peal, and chime, blessing this joyous day,
Inviting all to celebrate Jesus's birthday.
Santa's reindeer are all set for their magic flight
To deliver presents, to every child's delight.
Mommies and daddies are all smiles and hugs of love,
As youngsters eagerly search the dark skies above.
Slumber, fuels dreams of elves and a flying sleigh,
Dozing off, sleepy children dream of Christmas Day.
All the months of waiting are coming to an end,
Yuletide spirits bring smiles: though Santa's just pretend.
Ultra-sound
I see you.
I see you there,
inside of me.
How can that be?
What a miracle you are?
What a joy to come in my life.
I am thankful for the gift,
I do not deserve.
Let my heart do all that it can,
to preserve the treasure,
that I have been given.
To teach,
preach...
and love...
as you do,
so that he will know You,
as I do, when he is grown.
God bless my son,
I will meet you soon.
Thank you, Lord,
for his...
birthday.
Peek a boo...
I see you.
(A friend reminded me about the first time,
I saw my kid. then this fell out of my heart,
and onto the paper. )
Hands that rock the cradle
Though not our adult lives
Have done a great job
In raising us from small
And we honor her
On her birthday
And the Mother's Day
Now she has passed away
But still live in our thoughts
Hands that rock the cradle
Will never age
And we appreciate her super job
As a mother
We celebrate and remember her
On her Death Anniversary
The Tomb Sweeping Day
And the Ghost Festival
Although no visible connections
Between the two worlds
But we feel with our hearts
And love with our souls
Above the woods you can see it
it all of its’ emerald splendor;
ringing the wooded sentinels,
imaginative realms it engenders.
From a plane, I shot a picture
and endeavored to research;
in local legend lay the secret,
a Fairies ring forest growth unearthed.
There within that emerald ring
amazing vision I did see;
faeries paying homage
to the queen of honey bees!
The spread of faerie food, immense
and the celebration lively;
a birthday party for queen bee,
I realized made total sense!
Mashed biscuits, broken nuts on plates
potato chip pieces, embedded in cake
Cola stained coasters, ready for the bin
Crumpled napkins, kids banging on tins
Laughing and crying, all in one breath
Lil spoiled brats, we hug them to death
High on sugar, they run in circles around
Chocolate fudge, stamped on the ground
Balloons popping, some launch into space
Dog licking jam, from the children’s face
Oh yes what a mess, we do it every year
Take them home, I’d murder a cold beer
By
David Kavanagh
Miss
Arrives
To find that
Her wooden desk
Is covered with apples, flowers and gifts
Birthday greetings were chalked on the blackboard
Miss Jones' students
Adore her
And she
them
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Double Tetractys 7 Poetry Contest
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Mrs. Hill, who had chastised the children
For laughing so
Rowdily
wildly
she
saw
They were
Kind children
Who gave from their
Hearts, these brilliant wishes for happiness
Photo Number Two
February 6, 2021
Double Tetractys 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
My first little birdie flew the coup
She's the President of a financial group
My second little birdie flapped his wings
He's a strength trainer, doing his thing
My fourth little birdie soared all the way to Israel
He's an army combat engineer, blazing new trails
My third little birdie's stayed home so far
Today's his birthday, and he bought a new car
young children
place cookies
with fresh milk
upon hearth
for Santa
to enjoy -
then bed waits
with magic
dreams of morn
... CayCay Jennings
December 18, 2018
toddlers frolicking
their bright birthday sundresses
midst buttercup fields
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Ella is overjoyed when her friend Peyton comes to play
They have a special bond; it has always been that way
You’ll find them having fun together on a sunny day
Playing in the park where on the swings they’ll sway
When Ella has a sleepover then Peyton comes to stay
The last time it was special as it was on her birthday
They have a secret code but mummy knows the things they say
If Ella says a certain special word then Peyton must obey!
Ella says he’s her boyfriend and they will get wed one day
Nick is saving hard for their wedding, as he’ll have bills to pay!
Fictional write based on photo
Laura Loo’s contest Personal Memories Monorhyme II
05~26~16
Wishing for you to have a Merry Little Christmas,
the time of the year we remember forgiveness.
I truly cherish this wonderful time of the year,
watching people walking and grinning ear to ear.
Looking at children’s faces light up with joy,
as they are pondering their favorite toy.
A season to remember those who are dear to us,
celebrating all those years without making a fuss.
May the Christmas season bring joy to our hearts,
and the love for family and friends never departs.
Let us this Christmas measure the present,
by the love within our hearts that is present.
Edward J. Ebbs - December 2, 2015
Written for a Contest, Christmas Carols
Once there was a little duck
They called him Silly Dilly
He waddled here, he waddled there
He had a friend named Willy
One day it was the birthday of
That silly Dilly duck
He'd always wanted a brand new pen
And today he had some luck
Folk built for him a band new pen
And when he saw it there
He danced around with his friend Willy
And joy was everywhere
They had a party for our duck
And so much food was had
Balloons were hanging all around
And everyone was glad
They all had such a lovely time
Our duck was filled with glee
He loved that little pen they'd built
A happy duck was he