Short Birthday Cake Poems
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For Brian Strand's A Verse any theme/form Max 5 Line Contest 7/6/2011
Naked birthday cake
toddler on floor
covered in frosting
Birthday cake,
sitting in bake shop
waiting for someone
to take them home
and make some
little child very happy.
written 6-2-11
When I made my birthday cake wish
A cockroach hopped onto my dish
More frisky than some
It looked rather glum
When it found the cake was not fish
Give thanks for a stomach-ache
same as for a birthday cake
Do your elbows feel good today ~
that'll seal the deal, the grateful say
Horn Mother's Day Haiku
Many mothers must (5)
God make and also for them (7)
A nice birthday cake. (5)
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Form:
Blow out the candles on your birthday cake.
Before you do that, there’s one wish you make.
Wish for one more year
to stick around here.
We’ll need one more candle, goodness sake!
Little, lonely, ninety-year-old Grandnan,
From her rusty, cold, garden caravan,
sent grandchild a birthday cake!
Wishing after her he will not take,
Be lonely like Grandnan in Caravan!
For Love's Sake-- you're no mistake!!
Reserve a wish on your birthday cake
For peace of heart with nothing fake;
God's Love cannot bring heartbreak :)
He's the Valentine Who won't forsake
The birthday cake melted into a sloppy pile
Making the old lady give up a rare toothless smile
She had told the baker to add starch which he would not do
Now the sloppy birthday cake was a river of goo
Forgotten Christmas cards
or missed birthday cake
was it some thing you noticed,
or some thing you wish you had?
An empty sea shell
forgotten dreams
a troubled life
because the man who left was dad.
Little for my age
But it did not stop me
I was a monkey out of my cage
I could climb any tree
I was faster then any boy
And meaner than a rattle snake
I didn't want a girly toy
Give me a truck on my birthday cake
This naughtiness is certainly not intentional
Can't help it, seems ingrained in my multidimensional
Been blessed with this trait
Since my first birthday cake
Promise to try hard will refrain from writing about genitals
L-et me send these simple lines
O-n fifteenth September morn;
R-emembering the moment,
E-specially when you were born.
L-ightness from the sun
E-ndorses the joyful feeling;
I-cing on a birthday cake lures everyone to greet and sing.
mixed icing while oven showed
eleven more minutes left
school shooting—radio blared
wretched birthday cake
Written on 06/22/2016
Contest: Part 2 - Fully Booked
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Eleven Minutes (Paolo Coehlo)
my love;
last night
while you drifted
curled within my arms
my thoughts grew
full-bloom, beneath the moon.
on white sand
we melted together
into passion's splash
like dripping candles
atop birthday cake
and i wished
you awake!
10/21/2012...my birthday :)
The bird cuts across the sky
slicing the heavens up
like birthday cake.
Its wings acquire the hot breath
of life and it rises higher.
The bullet rips through
air, sending cake and icing
everywhere and the bird falls
gracelessly, swallowed
up by death.
He huffed and he puffed and he blew the side out of the house.
The other wolves were laughing, as was an eyewitness mouse.
Birthday cake was all right, but the house was destroyed by his huff.
You will have to fix this said his Grandma who sounded angry and gruff.
it was summer and
mother had been busy
in the kitchen all day
making a fancy dinner
and custom birthday cake
year after year
it never got old
but I soon would ~
anticipation giving way
to fond memories
(Leo in title references the zodiac sign)
AP: 3rd place 2025
No you cannot have your way
Because this is my party.
I am the king of the day.
Yes, girls can be king, Smarty.
You can stay and eat and play.
Birthday cake, scarf it hearty.
Can you live? I must say nay.
I am king and you are swarthy.
Let her eat then take her away.
I am king, and it’s my day!
To feel love is to feel a cold knife stab you through the heart.
To taste love is to eat a birthday cake with icing too sweet.
To hear love is to hear a beautiful melody played on a piano just out of tune.
To smell love is to smell gasoline.
To see love is to watch them walk away.
To love is to lose.
In front of your door
I paced,
Stooped down and retied
My shoelace,
13- the number
That was glazed,
Rung your doorbell since your keys
Had been replaced.
Once the door opens
In a haste,
And you'll stare at it
In amaze,
With a motive of
A nutcase,
I'll smash a birthday cake
Right in your face.
I’m happy and contented,
I feel like I could burst.
When the cake came out,
I got my mitts in first.
Some call me a glutton,
others say I’m speedy.
Actually, I’m just smart,
energetic and speedy.
I hope that on your birthday,
you somehow get the urge.
According to my book,
it’s your turn to splurge!
I love it when they carry them in kicking and screaming
Plunk them down and then leave
me alone with them
I am not a candy bar
I am not a piece of gum
I am not a birthday cake
I am not a magician
Sometimes I get frustrated
Because they think I can handle it
Even if I can
is it fair that
I always have to?
N-ew day is about to break,
E-arly fifteenth of January;
T-he dark evening shadow
H-as turned to morning glory.
L-ovely day is about to break,
I-nside the zone of dawn;
U-sing the ray of light
G-leaming neath the beacon.
A-llow the sun to rise, so I can buy a birthday cake;
N-ight will fade away, day is about to break.
The bakery was closed
family only an echo of long ago
no mementos of love
loneliness built
into my spinal chord
musical notes exposing
a weeping child
within an old man
a broken guitar sits on the floor
The grave yard across the street
beckons
the next day a friend
brings birthday candles
it took only one match
to burn down the rest of my life