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Happy birthday to you, to me and to you
Every day is a beautiful day, a beautiful birthday
I offer my very best wishes to you and to you
Let’s live life to the fullest every single day.

Let’s be positive all day and night long
Let’s transform life into a beautiful poem or a short song
Carpe diem! Let the flowers and the birds live
And let the roses beautify our lives as we leave.

Happy birthday to you, to me, and to you
To our brothers, sisters, strangers and friends
Please offer or tender our helping hands
To all, to neighbors and the entire crew.


Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Josef Wilhelm Sep 25
I feel like dying, but I'm trying.
I'm so tired of this anger.
You get mad at me, think I'm lying;
always feel like I'm in danger.
Your inventions of intentions
never matched my thoughts inside.
Did you ever think to mention
when you noticed we had died?
I got these daggers in my back,
but my pride is still intact.
Let's stay together for the kid,
always trying to fix it.
Broken pieces on the floor —
push myself against the door.
Now I'm begging you for more:
forgive, restart it.

I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.
You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.
I'm just tired from this fighting.
You're a liar, so stop waiting.
So I'll use my ***** pen
to spill my hurt upon this paper.
The fighting starts again,
so my heart begins to waiver.
I'm on the edge again;
you're not listening.

I feel like falling, but I'm standing.
I'm so tired — my love is gone.
You yelled at me; I'm withering.
I won't miss you; you're not the one.
Your inventions of intentions
never matched my thoughts inside.
Did you ever think to mention
when you noticed we had died?
Doesn't matter if it's verbal;
keep thinking it is all my fault.
We keep fighting in a circle —
locked my heart inside a vault.
Won't you please just hear me out?
Your voice is always full of doubt.
Please don't make me have to shout;
I can't restart this.

I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.
You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.
I'm just tired from this fighting.
You're a liar, so stop waiting.
So I'll use my ***** pen
to spill my hurt upon this paper.
The fighting starts again,
so my heart begins to waiver.
I'm on the edge again;
you're not listening.

I will stand up, drink from this cup.
I regret this situation.
You can walk away — don't play cleanup.
Let's get out of this sick rotation.
Your inventions of intentions
never matched my thoughts inside.
Did you ever think to mention
when you noticed we had died?
I got these daggers in my back,
but my pride is still intact.
Can't stay together for the kid;
aren't trying to fix it.
Left the pieces on the floor —
now I'm going out the door.
I'm not begging you for more;
I won't restart it.

I think I'm dying; I'm going crazy.
You think I'm lying — I'm not lazy.
I'm just tired from this fighting.
You're a liar, so stop waiting.
So I'll use my ***** pen
to spill my hurt upon this paper.
The fighting starts again,
so my heart begins to waiver.
I'm on the edge again;
you're not listening.
No...
you're not listening.
No...
you're not listening.
No...
you're not listening.
This is a song I wrote this week in my spare time after reading some entries from an old journal I never fully committed to./. It's close to my raw emotions I felt in the past as and has many passages from my actual journal. I am posting it on this website hoping these emotions resonate and validate others as much as it helped me.
Reece Sep 21
Nancy loved Bobby,
And Bobby loved Stacie,
And Stacie was confused since she loved both simultaneously.
What a strange shape we’ve built.

The angles weren’t adding up,
Bobby’s was way too much,
Since he loved Stacie more than she loved Nancy.
How pitifully confusing.
Lines drawn with guilt.

What is one man to do?
Trapped between two girls,
One who’s confused.
These feelings, so deceiving,
It seems like everyone’s destined to lose.
This obtuse love triangle,
Only spells doom.

Nancy found Bobby making out with Stacie,
And ran off crying in a hurry.
Stacie felt guilty, but Bobby was just too lovely.
The hypotenuse forgot the rules.

Nancy and Stacie both vented their heavy hearts.
They destroyed their friendship, and the words left nasty scars.
All the while, Bobby was standing not too far away.
He found Stacie crying because Nancy had called her a heinous name.

But what’s a girl to do,
When she’s emotionally confused?
On the one hand, she has a guy who’s cute,
On the other, a woman who could heal all her wounds.
These feelings, so fleeting,
It seems like everyone’s destined to lose…
Oh, this obtuse love triangle,
Only spells doom.

In the end, none of them remained friends,
They made a pact to never speak to each other again.
They figured it would be the best thing to do.
Bobby, Nancy, and Stacie,
Feeling so blue and so lonely.
I guess they’re lucky,
That there’s always more fish in the sea.
No use to spend all their love,
On someone who didn’t know what they wanted.

But what were they to do?
In the game of love, they were new.
They thought they knew,
Who their heart belonged to.
Fate demanded to be paid his dues,
It seemed they were destined to lose…
Oh, this obtuse love triangle,
Only spells doom…
Been a while since my last "song poem" so I decided to give it another try for the fun of it! Bear with me!
Lostling Sep 20
If I wrote a song about me
The intro would be a happy melody.
I’d miss a couple chords
Hum some notes a little too sharp
But it’s okay

The first verse would be laughter
Dancing through the sun’s rays
White keys beneath my fingers
Playing the major

The second verse would fog over
minor notes bleeding through
each wrong sound a confession
I prayed no one would hear

The chorus would unravel
Restless chords, circling, choking
A violin played with shards of glass

The third verse would be filled with screaming
Raw and jagged
Into the void where I hoped to disappear
The fourth would fade into silence
And the fifth would hollow to a ghost

Then the devil's interval would loop, waiting for the next line
With each passing day I feel less and less present (Down Day)
Reece Sep 18
Whenever my family and I,
Prepare to embark on a fair drive,
I grab my phone with my playlist along with my headphones.
Filled with excitement that nobody knows.
We set out on our excursion,
I put my headphones in,
I turn on my music,
And let the symphonies enter my head.
If I close my eyes,
I can visualize,
An ancient city filled with song and dance,
Amidst a sacred feast with the finest band.
I see the dresses swirl, and I smell the wheat in the fields,
Along with the fresh bread that they created with their yields.
The song changes to a more melancholic melody,
I envision a final stand, one with honor and dignity.
The knight fights its hardest, but is overrun,
The piano’s keys, haunting me, as it dies under the setting sun.
Another change, more upbeat, a comforting, catchy symphony.
I wish to dance, but I am confined to the car seat.
I open my eyes and look to the right,
At the sprawling landscape we’ve been passing by,
But instead of farmland and trees, guess what I see,
The same mind-boggling envisioning!
More songs play, various tones,
From joyous to somber, sacred to monotone,
Threatening to empowering, all on their own.
The drums beat to the piano’s keys,
As a rare mandolin strums in harmony.
A glorious symphony,
An undertone for creativity.
Oh, the power of envisioning!
My imagination can be my greatest friend or my greatest foe.
Like a flower, you are ever spring, ever fresh, and ever beautiful.
Like a flower, you are wrapped in hidden secrets and elegance.

Like a flower, you are the song of rain, wind, snow, and melodious birds.
Like a flower, you are the start of new life, a new day, and a renewed promise.

Like a flower, you are the source of peace, love, and inspiration.
Like a flower, you radiate the fragrance of sweetness, humility, and giving.

Like a flower, you are the beginning and the end of every romantic poem

Hussein Dekmak
Esme Calder Sep 10
Friends will come and friends will go
but here we walk, to travel home
side by side, step by step
here we ride, our thoughts in check
and the graveyard's only a mile away
and the reaper follows behind us these days
and if we had a stone each time we fell
I bet we'd have a stack as tall to climb out of this h*ll
So fly, fly little bird fly
fly fly breathe, please don't die
fly fly spread those wings, don't cry
birds are angels meant to glide, it's not your time
words that are meant to tell every story
but struggle to complete one
spoken songs that were supposed to tell the truth
when it was sung
kings will come, and kings will go
left to rule the ones who lost their hope
here they rise and here they fall
knowing that the earthquakes begin to shake what they built tall
and death is only a light year away
it seems so far, but it is getting close
and the people who follow behind as these days pass
bringing their children, mothers and loves
so fly fly little bird fly
fly fly breathe don't die
birds are fallen angels, meant to glide
here comes the messenger of light
it's not your time
here you'll listen
and here you'll die
A song is a poem
With rhythms and rhymes
It would be a blasphemy
Not to say it and explain it.

A song is a prose
Put on pause
Intermittently
With various beats and tempos.

A song makes you dance
A poem makes you dream
And a prose helps us examine.

A poem is a classical prose
With harmonic words
And well-calculated rhymes and verses
A poem is really fantastic.

A song makes you live
A poem makes you revive
And a prose helps us survive.

Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
The seats are empty
The theatre’s dark
So why do I keep acting
Below lights with no spark?
The flood’s outside
I’ve yet to bow
Cause they don’t know what happened to us
What went down

We embark to a place
No one could find us
Behind closed curtains
Promise not to get lost
But what if we’re not alone
What if they won’t condone
Corruption when
Thousands run around in a crowd

Could we still be friends
After everything
The whole world’s watching
How we’re dangling
From threads that were meant to be cut
But were replaced by something new
Could it be the same
If we both know that it’s changed
The same
If your touch is what I crave
We were meant to be cut
But were replaced by something new
In a crowd of thousands
I’d always find you
I’d always find you
It’s not like I knew
This would would happen
But it’s true
That I’d always find you

One wrong move and they’d all know
It’d ruin the whole show
But every inch between us is a crime waiting to happen
One step more, it’s not enough
Try again, I won’t call your bluff
One breath and I’m lost in the role we’re trapping
A song I wrote.
Din graiul tău, se-nalță veșnicie,
Pe buze tremuri, cald ca o cântare.
Mi-ești lege, dor și sfântă temelie,
Un far de foc, în nopți fără hotare.

Sudoare, jertfe, veacuri de durere,
Fii punte, peste timpi ce ne separă.
Din dorul tău, să naștem mângâiere,
Mândră ești, a noastră pururi țară!
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