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This time i wanna write for the person who is so cute literally. She is birthday girl. She is one of my old friends who stayed.
You miss every poem that you don’t writeYou miss every battle that you don’t fightSometimes it’s ok to miss a thing or twoBut I’d never want to miss a birthday for you
Yesterday for my birthday, I started off with a bottle of wine... I took the train into town... I had half a bitter at the Café de Piaf in Waterloo... I went to work
Blow the candles out. Make a wish. Happy birthday! Don't forget to smile.
Today is a day filled with cheer. This is a day that comes only once a year. This is the day you were born. The day when sadness had been torn. Torn into pieces that you could never put together.
I fill my life, with worthless stuff, knowing full well, it's never enough. others seem happy, so why can't I? I fill my lungs, with another lie. swallow the grief,
Hurray! Hurray!! Hurray!!! mark this dayEpsy i into the twilight sky of friendsYou are the brightest twinkle i witnessedher embracing smile, calm as a lake
Today you are 50 years-old Symbolic of the precious gold A daughter, a sister, a mother a wife Today is a day to reflect upon your life Some days you want to cry, some days you live in fear
Hey honey, how are you? I am really proud of you. You've made it through all these years, through many smiles and hidden tears. You've made it through those toughe times
Many people know how important you were to me.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy.You were a kind woman who loved to give.I would've done anything if you could've lived.
This poem is to your next year To getting older To never lying about how old Embracing the aches and pains To getting better, Stronger, Fuller and more complete To raising babies
Hey what's up, u know how it is It's Joe with a Fro Happy Birthday Hope you had fun because soon after here comes the sun You entered a new decade congrats
Dear Ma, The eleventh of March Nineteen seventy-nine Baby born at this time Little foot with an arch; Her dark green eyes glistened As she looked at her mom Pat held her in her palm
Dear Childhood, I had been wrapped In your warm, comforting arms For seventeen years But then, as the minutes ticked away to midnight I felt your grip loosen as you prepared
Yet another birthday around the corner But this time you're 16 I've been writing you letters since you were 13 All of them hanging on the wall makes me feel like a good sister
If my dad had lived, he would be the big 7-0.On this day, Dad was born seventy years ago.Seven decades is how long he would've been alive.But leukemia killed him, Dad did not survive.
The sun rises slow over floating clouds gray, Golden rays of light flow across the lazy bay, The quiet wind blows beneath the singing jay, and welcomes the beauty of the second day.
30 days until my birthday its hard not to laugh and cheer and the only reason why is because my birthday is almost here! ive waited 335 days for this time to come around
Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
Did you peep the date? Too bad your birthday couldn’t come a day late! Today is the nineteenth of April, you see, But 4/20 doesn’t seem like your cup of tea. However, I’m excited to share,
Tell me what to expect in the many years to come. Tell me what adventures await, what sorrow I may face, what love is yet to come, what heartbreak we await. Tell me in all of your wisdom,
Excitement! Pure, genuine, no other word for it- Excitement, Powerful and all-consuming joy. When eyes were wondrously wide and smiles idly innocent, Just thinking about it brought delightful ideas,
A day I cherish,A day I wish never perish,A day when you were born,A day which gave me a chance to make you mine,A day with memories divine,Do you really remember a thing?I doubt if there is still a string.Surprises and wishes,All the warm kisses,
you are born welcome to the world although its not of the lord but be bold when like the wind life struggles starts to blow now you are told even when you are old obstacles still comes in a whole to dump you in a hole but never stay low .
Black body born, happy birthday Black baby's first cry Black girl in a white man's world Black eye from daddy's toxic masculinity rectifies
Dear 17, be gentle with me actually, scratch that bring on all the craziness and intensity i'm ready to spend nights curled up on the floor crying kicking and screaming at the notion that life isn't fair
THE DAY I TURNED SEVEN IT WAS AN AMAZING DAY IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY
When I ask grandfather, “Why is your face so wrinkled?” Mother hushes me, Grandpa smiles, I keep quiet. But as the years go by, My childhood question unanswered,
It was wonderful to have a mother who was so great.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-eight.When you became ill and died, everything went sour.
Cake, frosted like Winnie-the-Pooh, Hot dogs, warm chili, cold slaw, "Happy birthday!" My brother opens my presents, Toy dishes, Play-doh, a swing-set, Mommy wants a hug, I want to play,
Thanks for giving me a life and pushing me out. I know how much it probably hurt, but I imagine the screaming was worse. Not just for you, but everyone else, Including myself.
another year another fear fear of being lost and not succeeding another year will take us to places, new and
In front of your doorI paced,Stooped down and retiedMy shoelace,13- the numberThat was glazed,Rung your doorbell since your keysHad been replaced. Once the door opensIn a haste,And you'll stare at itIn amaze,With a motive ofA nutcase,I'll smash a
Oh my! Missed your birthday! Can't believe how time flies. Thought you were set upon the throne of youth. By A. Gagliardi
A woman Tall, intelligent, and free Not only took care of herself But took care of me Eighteen kids And a legacy left behind
If you let me, I'd like to clutch your forty-five pearlsA flawed, blinding foreignnessAnd if it's possible---the descendant of Emily DickinsonBut have you really locked yourself away?
A Beautiful, Celestial soul Gives unconditionally To the undeserving habitants Of her home, taking her time To extend vines of Ripening Fruit. What more can I want
Mom gave birth to me in 1971 and today I became forty-four.It's a shame that she can't celebrate my birthdays anymore.Forty-four years ago today, my mom brought me into the world, it was the first day of my life.
It was forty-four years ago today when I left your womb.Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
If you hadn't died, today you would've become sixty-seven.But God called you home and you're with him in Heaven.Because of your bad infection, you had an aneurysm and couldn't be healed.
If you hadn't died, today you would've become sixty-six.Your death has proved that a broken heart isn't easy to fix.On the day of your death, I knew that I would loathe the year 2013.
If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
Now to see if I still got it, if i can write a poem to make you smile so big your braces will hurt and your cheeks will blush, you'll get chills and feel a rush, you'll always remember and never forget, that you make me feel so very blessed.
When I was a child And you were a child, A book was shared With epics compiled. I’ve declared my acceptance Yet, all the while, My fervid mind from adolescence
The sunlight beams down on my bruised arm Bruises heal in the sunlight
Happy birthday to me it's Past 6:30 (am) on June 6, 2014 I turned 16!
I thought of you today in the midst of fog and haze and though I try to forget your name, I thought of you today. It's like this every year and a change is not so near
Get up get up. It's yer birthday!!!
Hey dude, its your birthday today, You are still so small but you think like a giant wall, The days we spent together, all that stuf in library, for me its all about memories, today i take stand,
Since I was four, my birthday has been in ruins
Today is a day that comes once a year
She stands outside; the sun's to her back; Her shadow keeps her from being alone. It's an autumn day, the sky is blue, It dawns on her how time has flown.
She’s a friend, I suppose you could even say best friend. It’s her birthday. You know what she wants; Time to go all out; Get everyone to help out. This is the day,
Kylie, this is a poem all for you, you're the only one I want, I hope you feel that way too, want us to just count the months, today's your birthday, a day all for you,
Favorite song is my saving grace Laptop that I purchased fails
KYLE YOU HAVE GOTTEN SO HANDSOME AND SMART AND CARING AND LOVING EVERYDAY AS I WATCH YOU GROW MORE EVERYDAY YOU HAVE BEEN A MUCH A BLEESING TO BE TO YOUR AUNT DAY YOU WAS BORNING TIL TODAY ! I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK<3
I have given nothing to you on your birthday. I know you mentioned your special day many times previously. Forgive me, but your "You don't have to
Today is Kierra’s Birthday A day so long ago was praised A day the favorite child was celebrated
Something special, something new. God made sure I came to you. They say Im a gift sent by God on your very own birthday thats something quite odd. But as I grow older each and every year
"Tell me, tell me, tell me once more. The words you say before you walk out the door. Please don't go, don't leave me here alone. How will I know if you will ever return home? I promise I won't tug at your hand.
You told me you love me, Yet where are you now. My birthday approaches, Yet not one word from you.
Clenching tightly on to his teddy bear Mr. Bear. He thinks it's his birthday- it's not. No one want to displease him. He'll loose hope- despair. Already clinching on to the wobbly wooden table
It’s your birthday Again And this year, I won’t wish you a happy one Because you never made me happy Because I know it’s time to sever the tie You can no longer be my lifejacket
It’s August, light of glowing yellow and calm blue, orange and pink sunsets, The grass crunchy and warm, tanning brown below radiant rays The last days of summer vacation do not die so quickly
Through the years we've stuck together, peas of a pod, birds of a feather.
I wish you a Happy Birthday!Although I wish you a happy every dayfor I need you to know you’re specialon all days and not but one.
An uncontrolable urge A mourning desire Placed in my four chambers Burning with intensity of candle fire It's a mystery to what drives man To do the things we are capable of doing
Childhood slipping, youth wasting First fruits of decay, tasting Adolescence waving, maturity calling Time doing its duty, unstalling Death to birth, we wish, we cry But age to age, we live to die
Frosty white tips on a cake Flow like waves in the ocean With our bodies wrapped, Enraptured in a white lake, drowning In the sun till our skin glows
There will always be hatred in the world. There will always be ignorance, violence, discrimination. Nothing is ever perfect. But I don't care. I will love. I will love others and help them to do the same.