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30th BIRTHDAY POEMS

Know someone who is turning 30 soon!

Turning 30 can be traumatic for some as they no longer feel young and they start catching themselves acting more like their parents.

Don't despair, they're just starting to enjoy life!

Celebrate reaching the ripe old age of thirty with some funny quotes about being 30.

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age - Lucille Ball

30th thirtieth birthday poems

30th Birthday Wishes

May you have a 30th Birthday
that's really really great..
..because it is your special day
and time to celebrate

Happy 30th Birthday

Today's a very special day
A wonderful occasion
you are turning thirty
So let's have a celebration

Poems for a 30th Birthday

While not really a poem this anagram can be used in a card or invitation. It is suitable for any birthday.

Be yourself
Invite new challenges
Recall past triumphs
Trust your instincts
Have faith in your abilities
Desire only the best
Affirm your strengths
You've got what it takes


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I hope that you might like this thirtieth birthday poem, that Lord Byron wrote on the occasion of a birthday.

30th Birthday Poem: Growing Old

But now at thirty years my hair is grey—
(I wonder what it will be like at forty?
I thought of a peruke the other day—)
My heart is not much greener; and, in short, I
Have squandered my whole summer while ’twas May,
And feel no more the spirit to retort; I
Have spent my life, both interest and principal,
And deem not, what I deemed, my soul invincible.

No more—no more—Oh! never more on me
The freshness of the heart can fall like dew,
Which out of all the lovely things we see
Extracts emotions beautiful and new;
Hived in our bosoms like the bag o’ the bee.
Think’st thou the honey with those objects grew?
Alas ! ’twas not in them, but in thy power
To double even the sweetness of a flower.

No more—no more—Oh! never more my heart,
Canst thou be my sole world, my universe!
Once all in all, but now a thing apart,
Thou canst not be my blessing or my curse:
The illusion’s gone for ever, and thou art
Insensible, I trust, but none the worse,
And in thy stead I’ve got a deal of judgement,
Thou Heaven knows how it ever found a lodgement.

My days of love are over; me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of which they made before,—
In short, I must not lead the life I did do;
The credulous hope of mutual minds is o’er,
The copious use of claret is forbid too,
So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.

Ambition was my idol, which was broken
Before the shrines of Sorrow, and of Pleasure;
And the two last have left me many a token
O’er which reflection may be made at leisure:
Now, like Friar Bacon’s Brazen Head, I’ve spoken,
‘Time is, Time was, Time’s past’: a chymic treasure
Is glittering Youth, which I have spent betimes—
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

What is the end of Fame? ’tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour ;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their ‘midnight taper’,
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture and worse bust.

What are the hopes of man ? Old Egypt’s King
Cheops erected the first Pyramid
And largest, thinking it was just the thing
To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid;
But somebody or other rummaging,
Burglariously broke his coffin’s lid:
Let not a monument give you or me hopes,
Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.

But I, being fond of true philosophy,
Say very often to myself, ‘Alas!
All things that have been born were born to die,
And flesh (which Death mows down to hay) is grass;
You’ve passed your youth not so unpleasantly,
And if you had it o’er again—’twould pass—
So thank your stars that matters are no worse,
And read your Bible, sir, and mind your purse.’ ~ Lord Byron

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