Last Updated: 13th September, 2019

Birthday Poems Cards

Send birthday wishes to your loved ones and family in the form of poems. Choose from different poetic birthday cards from Dgreetings.

  • Birthday Poems

    Count Your Garden By the Flowers
    Count your garden by the flowers
    Never by the leaves that fall.
    Count your day by golden hours
    Don't remember clouds at all.
    Count your nights by stars not shadows.
    Count your life by smile not tears.
    And with joy on every birth day count your age by friends not years...
    By Edouard Zania

    The Passing Years
    Age is a quality of mind:
    If you have left your dreams behind,
    If hope is lost,
    If you no longer look ahead,
    If your ambition's fires are dead,
    Then you are old.

    But if from life you take the best
    And if in life you keep the jest,
    If love you hold,
    No matter how the years go by,
    No matter how the birthdays fly,
    You are not old.
    By Edward Tuck

    The Happiest Age
    What age is happiest?
    Had you asked me,
    I would have made this plea:
    the Now is best.

    What joy to live with zest each newborn day;
    and from the Moment wrest what Life will give away.
    The Past is but a guest who came and went,
    and left this one behest: to be content.

    Think how To-day is blest!
    We've eyes to see Nature in Beauty drest for you, for me.
    What matter that the crest of Youth is past.
    Youth lives within the breast with joys that last.
    The will to do our best, and hands for giving.
    Oh! Now's the happiest, best time for living!

    What age is happiest?
    Oh! hear my vow, for I have put the test -
    the happiest's Now.
    Sweet sighs and kindly jest for warmth and cheer;
    and Love's most high bequest to crown the year.
    By Wilhelmina Stitch

    My heart is like a singing bird
    My heart is like a singing bird whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
    My heart is like an apple-tree
    Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
    My heart is like a rainbow shell
    That paddles in a halcyon sea;
    My heart is gladder than all these,
    Because my love is come to me.
    Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
    Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
    Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
    And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
    Work it in gold and silver grapes,
    In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
    Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my love is come to me.
    By Christina Rosetti

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