The search for “happy birthday poem” is one of the most relevant on the Spanish-speaking web. This is not surprising, everyone wants to give an original detail to their loved ones, and a poem has all the necessary qualities for such a treat. Who has not dreamed of looking at the happy face of a loved one when receiving words collected just for her?
Thinking about this, In this article some of the best-known happy birthday poems on the web have been compiled. Among the writers that have been chosen, the following stand out: Mario Benedetti; Camilo José Cela and Arjona Delia. Without further ado, these are 6 happy birthday poems.
"Happy Birthday", by the Argentine poet Delia Arjona
with your new birthday
you go up the steps,
You're getting older.
Today it is toasted and celebrated,
and the affection is reflected
because you are the best!
Happy birthday to you!
Come with many gifts
and you can enjoy it.
May you fulfill all your dreams,
be they big or small,
may you always shine!
"Fourteen verses on a woman's birthday", by the Spanish poet Camilo José Cela
(Poemilla tiny and embarrassed, tenuous, proud and slightly arrogant, which
It must be read naked and with great parsimony)
When my heart began to swim in the mighty river of joy of the most
clean water horseshoes
And I discovered that in the soul of the woman there are five seasons of graceful
silhouette
I heard the nightingale whistle from the village churchyard and I chased away the bad guys from my skin.
thoughts
I removed from me the grim omens of weakness, disease, hunger,
war misery and gaps in consciousness.
I began to timidly smell the gymnastic air of the beauty that sleeps with you
And I flew so high that I lost sight of the air of the greenhouses, the still water of the
ditches and the purifying fire also the clayey and stony earth that
floor and in which I will be forgotten by your hand
I love you full of hope
Your life is still too short to cherish hope
And today your birthday is perhaps excessive
Today you are a thousand years old
I would like to dance in a closed room with death crowned with emeralds and
rubies i crowned with moss and pins
To proclaim in the realm of the loneliest whales
My sweet dream with these overwhelmed words
I proclaim out loud the fear that happiness produces in me.
“Como Siempre”, by the Uruguayan poet Mario Benedetti
three hundred thirty-six months
the Methuselah age does not show when you
At the moment when the cruel win
you enter to find out the joy of the world
let alone you still notice
when you fly seagull over phobias
Or you will unravel the knotty grudges
good age to change statutes and horoscopes
so that your spring flows love without misery
so that you face the mirror that demands
and you think you're pretty
and you are beautiful
it is hardly worth wishing you joy and loyalty
since they will surround you like angels or sailboats
it is obvious and understandable
than apples and jasmine
and the car attendants and the cyclists
and the daughters of the villeros
and the lost puppies
and the bugs from San Antonio
and match boxes
they consider you one of their own
so wish you a happy birthday
could be so unfair to your happy
birthday
remember this law of your life
if some time ago you were miserable
that also helps to affirm today
your bliss
anyway, it's not new to you
that the world
and me
we really love you
but I always a little more than the world.
“When I came to this world”, by the Cuban poet Nicolás Guillén
When I came to this world,
no one was waiting for me;
so my deep pain
I am relieved by walking
Well, when I came to this world,
I say to you,
no one was waiting for me.
I watch men being born,
I watch the men go by;
you have to walk
you have to look to see,
you have to walk
Others cry, I laugh,
because laughter is health:
Spear of my might,
breastplate of my virtue.
Others cry, I laugh,
because laughter is health.
I walk on my feet
without crutches or cane,
and my whole voice is
the entire voice of the son.
I walk on my feet
without crutches or cane.
With the soul raw,
below, sleep and work;
the bottom one will be up
when the one above is below.
With the soul raw,
down, sleep and work.
There are people who don't like me
because I am very humble;
they will see how they die
and that I even go to his funeral,
with that and that they don't want me
because I am very humble.
I watch men being born,
I watch the men go by;
you have to walk
you have to live to see
you have to walk
When I came to this world,
I say to you,
no one was waiting for me;
so my deep pain,
I say to you,
I am relieved by walking
I say to you,
Well, when I came to this world,
I say to you,
no one was waiting for me!
“To your birthday”, by the Argentine poet Emilio Pablo
Look!… I am like the rose bush
that only in flowers is provided;
just waiting for them to work
for your life to decorate;
my poetry, indeed;
that which comes from within;
carry my feelings
the deepest and most beautiful;
shock of it hidden
in my crystal soul
What are you coming for?… To toast
for your birthday this day;
already celebrate the joy
to enjoy your friendship;
let it rain happiness
so what a full drizzle,
so that you soak with it
this day in your existence;
and thus, these verses carry
kisses and hugs without pair.
“There is much to celebrate”, by the Chilean poet Eduardo León de la Barra
there is much to celebrate
from zero to twelve
let the people riot
and come say hi.
They don't have to rush
if anyone did not remember
although it clarified a while ago
that I do not move from here,
today NAME has a birthday again
since the sun came up.
"Tenth birthday to a mother", by the Venezuelan poet Juan Ortiz
La gaviota she is happy
singing his poetry
Well, my mother
Add one year to your account.
a succulent cake
we prepare with affection,
you deserve it, that's right,
for your delivery, for your love,
you are, mother, the best,
noble light, be perfect.