15+ Beautiful And Sweet October Birthday Poems

Birthdays are a grand occasion to dig into some nice and well-written poems. One who was born in October will feel particularly ecstatic and amazed when they receive a birthday card that contains beautiful and sweet poems for October birthdays, as it seems like you did put effort into making them feel exclusive. Their birthday will become unforgettable.

October is the time when you can really see nature and the changing seasons. The fall season usually reaches its peak beauty at this point and people are eager to go pumpkin “hunting” and carving to prepare for Halloween decoration. If anyone has their birthday in October, it will be doubly special to celebrate during this season. So aside from having birthday gifts carefully prepared for them, you should also give them a birthday card and fill it with beautiful and sweet October birthday poems to convey your birthday wishes for them. Not only is it one of the coolest ways to wish a happy birthday to someone, but it’s also a lot more personal, showing that you care about and cherish the relationship between you two.

Below, we’ve collected some of the best beautiful and sweet October birthday poems written for anyone born in October. You can read them and pick out whichever suits your friend or loved ones the most to write on their birthday cards.

1, Here’s One © Keely Bailie

May you have a very happy birthday,
A celebration with family and friends,
Filled with whatever brings you joy,
The kind of joy that never ends.
With all the love your heart can hold,
And the utter joy birthdays bring,
May you have a truly special day,
You deserve the best of everything.

2, Happy Birthdays © Curtis Raynard

Every year it comes and goes
And each year our love grows
Closer then the years before
Because we love more and more

Happy birthday to my love
I have no flowers or a dove
But what I give is my smile
To take us too our next mile

An epic journey we have had
Some are good some were bad
But every year we’re still here
With our cheers and our tears

Our life’s journey still rolls on
With each year our love is drawn
And we grow with every page
Even as our wrinkles age

Every year we celebrate
Because of a special date
And each year we all say
Have a Happy Birthday

3, It’s My Birthday © Athenkosi Dyosi

It’s early in the Morning and
it’s raining everyone are
indoors, streets are empty
the rain it’s playing it’s part.
Me I am standing at the window
watching the rain while it
pours down. I am singing
myself a happy birthday
because it is my birthday,
tears are dropping down
from my eyes like the rain
that is pouring down.
No one remembered that
it’s my birthday. No one cared
because I am a no body.
I am just an old newspaper
that is forgotten. It’s my
birthday I sing to myself,
thinking should I wake up
tomorrow or not? because
no one will remember me.
Even if I do not wake up

4, In October © Framfoley

when YOU were born…
the leaves turned,
filling treetops & bluffs
with gorgeous reds,
oranges, & yellows.
Others, perhaps shyer by
nature, went less
spectacularly but
unashamedly brown,
adding to the landscape
a lovely humble

5, Birthday in Autumn © Alice Friman

At 4 o’clock
October tips her light
in low through any west window
and a dirty cup holds
in some forgotten sink
a sunspot
to the curve of its tea.

Now more than any other time
should cold and heat weigh each other
out and the balance beam level: the promise
holding its own against the graying hairs.

Yet when October comes
carrying gold in her slotted spoon,
as if she bid me feed on what runs
streaming out, I’m not fast enough
and clamp my teeth on an empty spoon.

What is the message
but to put aside the shudder
of finality—this dying animal
that has carried me like a crown
through tangled streets, the inevitable
white-haired bone-so the harvest
can pour itself into its baskets,
sheer and gold?

October 20
and once more the wild gift:
ribbons of birds,
a rustle of generosity,
the dancing drift of bread.

should grow fat on such manna.
But all I see are arms
like half-forgotten selves, stretching
in their raveling blouses, thin and
delicate as a young girl’s again,
to take November when he comes
in all his privilege,
in all his icy heat.

6, A, Happy Birthday © Lea Saint Michael

It’s November 24th
I awoke from the sweetest dream
I was back in your home
Everything was fine and serene

Your children were laughing
Playing on the hardwood floor
I was smiling at you
As you walked through the door

It was your birthday
I was so happy for you
Wishing you everything magical
For all your wishes to come true

Hoping the world was layed your feet
Nothing from the past
Felt like defeat

You were so excited
Telling me about your day
Then I remembered
It’s been a year
It’s also our anniversary

When the alarm went off today
I suddenly realized the date
We’ve both moved on with our lives
And that was our fate

I want to thank you for reaching out last month
Giving an apology with a solemn oath
Proactively you wanted peace for us both

I accepted your apology
We won’t be in contact again
In my heart it’s for the best
As you already know the reasons I left

You have my forgiveness
Although you made a grave mistake
I accept you’re only human
In fairness, I won’t berate

These are my last words to you
I wish you nothing but the best
I can’t go back to you
In our hearts, we both know it’s true

Be well, take care
Enjoy your birthday, my dear
Please don’t look back

There’s nothing more to say
Our lives are meant to be lived
on separate tracks

Sending you many blessings
for everything good
I hope you live, love, and learn in all the ways that you could

Understand time heals wounds
I’m happy with my life now
And so are you
We’ve changed as individuals
We’ll grow from this somehow

7, Happy Birthday © Anonymous

It’s your special day today, it’s the start of a new year
it’s the day you took your first breath, lets the bells ring and cheer

Today is your birthday, you were born on this day
There is a reason for your birth, so write your life’s screenplay

Let us celebrate you today and appreciate your life’s canvas
The things you’ve done, that you still have in store, your life purpose

Each day brings with it a new opportunity
To do something good, to accomplish more and not live aimlessly

There is none else like you, you are unique and special
So surround yourself with your loved ones, and make this day blissful

Do today what you love and what makes you happy and celebrate you
Give yourself credit for your accomplishments and bid disappointments a huge adieu

Today on your birthday, may life bless you with gratitude, optimism and happiness
Count your days with smiles and dream big, every day of life being a bonus

May blessings, love and joy flow into your life forever
May all your dream come true, and your heart sets aflutter

Remember there will never be another you because you are you
Unique and special, loved and joyful, may you live a life that is fruitful

Happy Birthday and remember to live each moment to the fullest
This is your day so enjoy the attention and get fussed

8, Growing Old (Gracefully) © Doreen Hampshire

A big birthday is coming up
I am getting older this year
But should I now really grow up?
Well let me make this clear.
I will not be hosting parties
with sandwiches and cakes
I will not sit around with drinks.
That would be a big mistake.

I will not be sat at home
With a blanket on my knee
Whilst discussing politics
over a cup of tea.
That is not me, just sitting around
I like to be busy and want that to stay
I am independent, I want to be free
Hope I can always be this way.

I still hope to go on walks with friends
Getting dressed up. Whenever we can.
Meeting up with like minded people
Well that certainly is my plan!
So my birthday number will say I am old,
Do nor expect me to act it.
I will try and stay exactly the same
I WILL NOT CHANGE ONE BIT

9, Poem in October © Dylan Thomas

My birthday began with the water
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In a rainy autumn
And walked abroad in shower of all my days

10, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day:
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.