Birthday Daughter Poems | Examples
These Birthday Daughter poems are examples of Daughter poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Daughter Birthday poems written by international poets.
GOD'S LITTLE NEW DAUGHTER
Emberlyn Rain Barber
Beautiful young birth;
From the heavens,
Onto the world earth;
May the village
God, little new daughter
Father God and Angels;
Entire family, Mom and Dad;
Be thankful, rejoice, and celebrate;
This birth date so precious.
Beautiful new birth
God's little new daughter
EMBERLYN RAIN BARBER;
God's little new daughter;
We celebrate this birth.
Of EMBERLYN RAIN BARBER;
4/20/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I made a measly mistake today
the family communal text site blew up
I had typed in
you will have three presents today
all three daughters claimed they had received presents from me
with a note that said “you are my favorite”
It got wilder and crazier before I saw the sixteen texts
they had sent back and forth claiming favoritism for themselves
I typed this back “you are all knuckleheads. This text was
for my friend Marianne who has a birthday, not you goofballs”.
I included a farting elephant for good measure.
I do believe my mistake gave my daughters the
most fun they have had in a long time
A moonchild under moon shadow,
hiding in the dark side of the
moon or darkness of the night, why?
Come out, come out and go under
the moonlight and see the bright
stars twinkling, like specks of gold
all over the clear night sky, pure
black like a soft warm blanket to
comfort you and make you feel
safe … hush now … shhhh …
It's twenty fifth of May
Alas, you're miles away from me
flash back of mosaic memories
when i was in your sight
brings back scents of home
exuding like curry
from mom's kitchen
as you serenade her
with songs she used to sing
to make me sleep on rainy eve.
Oh Dad, with gratitude
on your birthday
this rouge roses I send,
tied with a rainbow
that will never end.
A birthday wish I wish to you.
To have God's Love your whole life through.
A smile to always find its way.
Reflecting always on your face.
Happy Birthday Ashley
Michael Tor
The card.
Thanks for the card
I loved the design
The words were perfect
The sentiment sublime
You know you really shouldn’t
Your time is so precious
But you still waste it on me
Says so much about us
Our love and respect
As always days late
I haven’t received it yet
I’ll send your money on time
For your birthday each year
I send more for your daughter
Though I’ll never see her
No need for more lies
Shrug and face reality
You never sent the card
You think nothing of me
Such a wonderful daughter
As I’m a wonderful dad
We’re both as good as each other.
And both equally as bad.
David Cox 22/06/23
P lacid as northern lights she sings
R esonating a harp strumming at dawn
I dyllic aura she exudes with grace
N o one can fathom except her chosen
C alm as the silence before sunrise
E vanescence of her presence lingers
S ealed with love, a perfect daughter
S hining like Sirius, a gem to behold
12 June 2023
I gave Dad PARTY PICKS
250 multi-colored sticks
Wish it'd been a lil better
Gift card, book, sweater
One day I sobbed to Mom
She got me to be calm
It's like a Dad-artifact
Keeping memory intact
How he'd pick his teeth
Now it's our bequeath
It's almost all empty
But doesn't tempt me
To trash the lil bottle
It's become a model
For simpler gift-giving
And thoughtful living
Could be a small vase
For flowers by his face
Wish I had more Dad-things
For the memory it brings
More importantly, I had him
I love you Dad (Jim)
A Dar-Dar delivered, a wonderful creature,
Arriving by yak after talks with a preacher.
Wrapped up in a blanket with little instruction,
Some suction required through keenest deduction.
A Dar-Dar’s a brilliantly small woodland sprite
Instilling both fear and great gasps of delight.
But before you know it, they’ve done fully grown,
Magically producing small sprites of their own.
These Dar-Dars are likely to range far and wide;
Reports say in Utah’s where one can be spied.
October is always a time to acquaint;
They’re oft drawn to ponies all covered in paint.
Wherever you find one, it’s always the best;
The dad of a Dar-Dar is a man truly blessed.
The ingenious fluffy baby bunny sat at the kitchen table.
She liked the feel of the slick plastic cloth.
It had pink roses, and it smelled of lemon.
Someone must have spilled something sweet.
Her daddy’s birthday card must be marvelous this year.
Something over-the-top wonderful, something memorable.
She choose her words carefully, taking her time with each careful dash.
Tied his card to a ribbon and watched it float to his home in heaven.
MEMORABLE
Happiest moment blessed me
to hold my daughter in my arms.
Seemed to realise divine charms
sinking in ethereal glee.
Devoted to rear and nurture.
Acted as her mentor, idol
to access success reaching goal.
Me whelmed floating in rapture.
Honouring me on her birthday,
Daughter of my heart just voiced
a sentence and I had rejoiced :
' Mom is light of my life , I say. '
I answered at once, prompt and quick.
'You are my greatest achievement :
My success and accomplishment.
Life long satisfaction to seek.'
PS MEMBER..lElena Eagle
God was sitting in heaven, thinking of
a wonderful thing to do.
“Aha, I have got it, He shouted!
And off to the drawing board He ran!
And then, He created, beautifil you!
“I know the woman who needs her!”
Thus,He sent her right to me!
Thank you for all you have given to our
family, relatives, friends and the USA!
Truthful and compassion are your shining
qualities!
With gratitude, blessings and love~
Your Mom,
Panagiota Romios and Irene,our cat
~ ~HAPPY BIRTHDAY ~ ~
Do not….
I repeat…
Do not not not not not
Have brand new carpeting put in
The same day as a rain storm and an 8-year-old girl's slumber party.
I am usually the fun-loving, happy, excited birthday girl’s mama.
I was yelling my head off within hours as thirteen girls tromped mud
onto my brand new carpeting
in the dining room where the sliding glass doors were
through the living room
up the stairs and into the bedroom.
My eight-year-old daughter straightened me out.
Remember Mom, all of these girls are not as smart as I am.
I can tell them and you can tell them, but they are excited.
Some of them have never been to a slumber party.
They need a bit more fun and less drama from you.
I stopped yelling at that point, feeling badly about my behavior.
Poison berry soup please
the girl looks to be about six-years-old.
Where is your mother? The waitress asks.
The girl does not answer, but shows her money
Give her Kool-aide, the cook suggests.
She had enough money for a piece of cake too.
She chose a piece of chocolate and asked if there were sprinkles.
There were not.
Happy Birthday to me, she sang. Best part of her day.
She stayed in the café a long time.
Not eager to go home to a sad house
Where her Daddy had left her Mommy’s body.
Nothing new; nothing normal. Not much to talk about.
She speaks of people I do not know.
I have already told her my stories.
She is my mother, yet, what do we have in common?
I visit less and less often.
Angry about one thing, yet I do not tell her.
Figuring she should know how she wronged me.
Not enjoying our visit actually. A have to. Her birthday week.
Nothing new. A stilted hug good bye.
She is not a hugger. She says I love you only on the phone
When she cannot see me. I do not say it to her either.
Two women who do not know each other.
Looking back now I wish there had been more.
But there wasn’t.
And now there is no second chance.