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| Birthday Poems: 1-10 of 12 | | 1| 2| Next> >> | Another Year Older | | a birthday is just another day, young of mind, yet youthful looks go away. another year older, the world seems a bit colder. yet my heart still .......... | T'was the Night | | t'was the night before my 13th birthday hoping for a guitar i dearly pray i wished for a fun day before i go to sleep i hoped i wouldn't get anything .......... | Birthday Wish | | birthday wish today i received a call from a friend that is very dear to me, he called to say goodbye and his soul would be set free, my .......... | Sweet 16( Dedicated to my Best Friend Linsey) | | ....... little and used to play. but now you say what's the use it's just another birthday you always want to turn 16 to drive and get to be .......... | To You, On Your Birthday | | ........ and enjoy this moment or reminisce about years ago, vow we have to cherish you even more than you'll ever know. dear mother, happy birthday! | Birthday Time | | to reflect on new year's day and to reflect in a similar manner on one's birthday... new year's and birthday time are both a good time .......... | My Sister | | ........ noise you hear from a flute out of tune but, now you're here with friends a plenty to celebrate this, your birthday of twenty dedicated to peachi | Happy Birthday Mike | | july 12 is his birthday - boyfriend passed away in may of 2006 - first of everything without him. we always spent your birthday up at hampton .......... | Angel on a Cloud | | ....... my head up high,maybe some day i'll have that twinkle in my eye.for now my love, i know i must say so long,i'll think of you often, as i try to go .......... | DEAR MOM | | today i bought a birthday card addressed it to myself, i signed your name inside of it and set it on the shelf. tomorrow is my .......... | | 1| 2| Next> >> | | Birthday Poems: 1-10 of 12 |
Birthdays have been celebrated for centuries. One can see from Roman times where there were many holidays celebrating the emperor’s birthdays and the birthdays of the gods and goddesses to present day Christmas where Christians across the world celebrate the birth of the Christ. Birthdays give someone that special moment in the year that is totally dedicated to them. The “Happy Birthday to You.” song, typically sung on people’s birthday in most English speaking countries, was a ballad poem composed by two sisters, Mildred and Patty Hill, in 1893. Birthday cards many times will have various forms of greetings from funny poetry to romantic poetry, all sharing the commonality of happy birthday poetry to honor one’s special day of the year. Many happy birthday poems share stories and memories of people special to the composer and many other happy birthday poems underlining keep the memory of a person alive to someone who has passed on.
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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