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Birthday Poems
Birthday Poems
Sad and Happy Birthday Poems
Birthday poems from Friends, Brothers and Sisters, Mothers and Fathers
Poems about birthday parties and birthday presents.
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.
birthday Poem of the Day
A Birthday Song. To S. G. by Sidney Lanier
For ever wave, for ever float and shine
Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
A creeping rose, that clomb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the brilliant cloud of Death o'erhead.
This vine bore many blossoms, which were years.
Their petals, red with joy, or bleached by tears,
Waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears.
Here all men clung, each hanging by his spray.
Anon, one dropped; his neighbor 'gan to pray;
And so they clung and dropped and prayed, alway.
But I did mark one lately-opened bloom,
Wherefrom arose a visible perfume
That wrapped me in a cloud of dainty gloom.
And rose an odor by a spirit haunted
And drew me upward with a speed enchanted,
Swift floating, by wild sea or sky undaunted,
Straight through the cloud of death, where men are free.
I gained a height, and stayed and bent my knee.
Then glowed my cloud, and broke and unveiled thee.
"O flower-born and flower-souled!" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that breathed thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
"May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths shrining maidens like to thee!"
Then while we sat upon the height afar
Came twilight, like a lover late from war,
With soft winds fluting to his evening star.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
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 ..........
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birthday Poem of the Day
A Birthday Song. To S. G. by Sidney Lanier
For ever wave, for ever float and shine
Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
A creeping rose, that clomb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the brilliant cloud of Death o'erhead.
This vine bore many blossoms, which were years.
Their petals, red with joy, or bleached by tears,
Waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears.
Here all men clung, each hanging by his spray.
Anon, one dropped; his neighbor 'gan to pray;
And so they clung and dropped and prayed, alway.
But I did mark one lately-opened bloom,
Wherefrom arose a visible perfume
That wrapped me in a cloud of dainty gloom.
And rose an odor by a spirit haunted
And drew me upward with a speed enchanted,
Swift floating, by wild sea or sky undaunted,
Straight through the cloud of death, where men are free.
I gained a height, and stayed and bent my knee.
Then glowed my cloud, and broke and unveiled thee.
"O flower-born and flower-souled!" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that breathed thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
"May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths shrining maidens like to thee!"
Then while we sat upon the height afar
Came twilight, like a lover late from war,
With soft winds fluting to his evening star.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
