Enrich your photo gifts with a lovely poem
Use poetry to melt the heart of your loved ones
Give your photo gifts some extra charm with a poem. Add a romantic, loving, or even funny poem to suit the occasion. We have collected some poems that will fit with every card, whether it's for a birth, birthday, Valentine's Day, Father's or Mother's Day, wedding, Christmas, a funeral, or graduation. Express your thoughts with poetry and create something that will be treasured for years to come. We have collected some fantastic poems for your inspiration.
Poems for a new-born baby
The birth of a baby is a unique and life-changing experience. A personalised photo gift will stay with the young family for many years to come. A beautiful wall decoration will keep the memory of that special time as a focal point to any room. Choose a beautiful photo of the baby, perhaps one of his/her little hands or feet and add a poem to your creation. If you don’t have a poem, then we have collected some below.
I have no name
I am but two days old.—
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,—
Sweet joy befall thee!
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,
Or running off a spring
Of innocence and love—
They will all wish you that,
And should it prove possible,
Well, you’re a lucky girl.
But if it shouldn’t, then
May you be ordinary;
Have, like other women,
An average of talents:
Not ugly, not good-looking,
To pull you off your balance,
That, unworkable itself,
Stops all the rest from working.
In fact, may you be dull—
If that is what a skilled,
Catching of happiness is called.
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 thickset 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 dais 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.
Today is a new beginning,
A new page in your life,
A clean slate to begin anew,
Another chance to get it right.
Today is your birthday,
A new chapter for a new age,
A new story to live by,
A chance to turn the page.
Valentine's Day Poems
A self-designed photo mug is a perfect Valentine's Day gift. Your partner will think of you each day with their morning coffee or tea. A funny snapshot, romantic picture, or a beautiful collage make the best Valentines photo mugs. Add a poem to express how you feel about them even more.
Love Is A Syrup
Love is a syrup; and whoe'er we see
Sick and surcharg'd with this satiety,
Shall by this pleasing trespass quickly prove
There's loathsomeness e'en in the sweets of love.
Love on his errand bound to go
Can swim the flood and wade through snow,
Where way is none, 't will creep and wind
And eat through Alps its home to find.
Ralf Waldo Ererson
A Feast was in a village spread,
It was a wedding-day, they said.
The parlour of the inn I found,
And saw the couples whirling round,
Each lass attended by her lad,
And all seem'd loving, blithe, and glad;
But on my asking for the bride,
A fellow with a stare, replied:
"'Tis not the place that point to raise!
We're only dancing in her honour;
We now have danced three nights and days,
And not bestowed one thought upon her."
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Whoe'er in life employs his eyes
Such cases oft will recognise.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The Wedding Bells
The Wedding Bells were ringing,
And Monday was the day,
And all the little ladies
Were there so fresh and gay.
And up up up the steps they went,
The wedding fine to see;
And the Roses were all for the Bride,
So pretty so pretty was she.
Aside from classic Christmas poems like "Advent, Advent, ein Lichtlein brennt" (Advent, Advent, a little light is burning), there are many beautiful Christmas poems to choose from. By adding a poem to your lovely photo, you can make your Christmas cards even more creative. Whether it's a Christmas pattern, a photo with loved ones, or a wintery landscape – a poem will really bring your Christmas message to life.
Ring out, O bells, in joyful chime!
Again we hail the Christmas time;
In melting, mellow atmosphere,
The crown and glory of the year.
When bitterness, distrust, and awe
Dissolve, like ice in winter's thaw,
Beneath the genial touches of
Amenity, good will, and love.
When flowers of affection grow,
Like edelweiss mid alpine snow,
In lives severe and beautiless,
Unused to warmth or tenderness.
Let goodness, grace, and gratitude
Revive in music's interlude,
And pæan notes, till time shall cease,
Proclaim the blessed reign of peace.
Ring, Christmas bells! for at the sound
Sweet memories of Him abound
Who laid aside a diadem
To be the babe of Bethlehem.
The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs
They had not any gold.
The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.
The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.
The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.
The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.
When people say,
‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,’
I tell them that’s the best compliment I could ever get.
Someday, I hope to grow as strong and wise as you.
Have a great father’s day!
You started loving me before I was born.
You gave up your sleep because of me.
You didn’t eat your favourite food as I wanted to eat that.
Today, I want to say that I love you the most and thank you for your sacrifices mum.
We’ve been together a year or two,
We don’t really need anything new.
Yet if a gift is your intention,
We thought that we would mention,
We’d love some pennies to put together,
To save for something that we will treasure.
And just remember, what means the most,
Is that you’re with us to raise a toast.
With all that we have, we’ve been truly blessed.
Your presence and prayers are all that we request.
But if you desire to give nonetheless,
A monetary gift is one we suggest.
Sonnet – I Thank You
I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,
Less for the gifts than for the love you send,
Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey;
If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,
And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,
Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,
Oh! tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?
And am I flattered by my own affection?
But in your beauteous gift, methought I traced
Something above a short-lived predilection,
And which, for that I know no dearer name,
I designate as love, without love’s flame.
‘Thank You’ is probably something you hear all the time,
But today, when I say those two words,
Just know I mean them……
More than you know.
Behind you, all your memories.
Before you, all your dreams.
Around you, all who love you.
Within you, all you need.
Graduation is time to reflect on;
the labours of the past,
the accomplishments of the present,
and the possibilities of the future.
Life And Death
"Death after life" shall we sigh as we say it,
Sigh as if death were the end for us all,
Pale at the thought, as in silence we weigh it,
Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall?
"Life after death" - look ahead, weakling spirit -
Sure is the way to a world that is ours.
Death is fruition, why then should we fear it?
Death - the fruition of life's budding powers.
Helen Leah Reed
Life Is Too Short
Life is too short for any vain regretting;
Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,
And let us go upon our way forgetting
The joys and sorrows of each yesterday
Between the swift sun's rising and its setting
We have no time for useless tears or fretting:
Life is too short.
Life is too short for any bitter feeling;
Time is the best avenger if we wait;
The years speed by, and on their wings bear healing;
We have no room for anything like hate.
This solemn truth the low mounds seem revealing
That thick and fast about our feet are stealing:
Life is too short.
Life is too short for aught but high endeavor -
Too short for spite, but long enough for love.
And love lives on forever and forever;
It links the worlds that circle on above:
'Tis God's first law, the universe's lever.
In His vast realm the radiant souls sigh never
"Life is too short."
Ella Wheeler Cox