Babies Poems

Babies poems bring the best collection of short and long babies poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great babies rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these babies poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on babies are here for you.

Grammar

Grammar short poem

Only the love-birds will know it was time of inquisition. There was a lot of prodding in the neighbourhood. A voice without sound was resenting with guilt-virginity and the bell tolls for a zero hour. The entrusted trust was still

Poems containing references to : Babies

A Seek

A Seek short poem

An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,

Aka

Aka short poem

I was born with an amulet, my love does not die,it has no birth either. I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore— I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies. You can see men in dark, so I live in

Love Sonnet 46

Love Sonnet 46 sonnet poems

My love sent me a song so soft and sweet, Like melody that lulls babies to sleep, Hinting of angels in their dreams to meet, Assured in cradle of a mother’s keep; Like breeze that wafts, each note would float

Abandon

Abandon short poem

rapture by the daily musical affairs of life in strides of flashes and bittersweet escapades with females that left in trials of bruises and bashes of the ego and the mind. I’m trying to capture the brilliance that is the

Dot Of Life

Dot Of Life short poem

Day comes and night follows Night goes and day comes Hours turn into days, days into months Every day that goes by Increases our age by days, months and years. From babies, we grow into young kids Then teens, followed

The Dangerous Paradise

The Dangerous Paradise long poem

A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To

The Cry Of A Poor Mother

The Cry Of A Poor Mother short poem

When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three

The Withering

The Withering elegy

Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten, This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite, And no quenching ever pleases. What was is rubbed away, like stains that dry Wither, languish,

The Singing Stork

The Singing Stork short poem

A special delivery is often made, Of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling free, At the end of the bill of a Stork or three. Sleeping and quiet the babies would be, At peace

Peace Please

Peace Please long poem

Truth is I’m just another woman forced to face The crime of a close friend Truth is where I come from everything is allowed except peace From hookers and hoes to junkies and crack babies From victims turned murderers To

Lesson Of The Village Egg Thief

Lesson Of The Village Egg Thief short poem

you have to make friends with the dogs in daytime and at night come to them with the scent of your own hair on your hands the scent of a burnt out match they would like to be fed, but

Money For Nothing

Money For Nothing long poem

Money for nothing, oh yes, please Give me lots of money and please don’t tease Can’t wait for my numbers to be drawn to decide my fate I’m sure a lot of you can relate I will spend it recklessly

Mother’s Love

Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure, In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten, Her life circles around her bundle of joy, Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable, Her morning & evening, one & the same, Whether

Stonewalling

Stonewalling prose poem

Submerged in doubt one floats carefree in aimless waters without hope of touching land. Tethered with guilt and regrets one tows his/her soul to a destiny of penance. Overt or clandestine, pain is no one’s gain if one can grasp

My Girl Inside

My Girl Inside ode

My unborn girl and I Live within each other‘s spheres She has carried me first after all. Out of night’s numinous dream My mother comes down Spiral celestial stairs. “Look what I bring you” A little girl in tow. A

Faceless Angels

Faceless Angels short poem

I never got to see you, Say goodnight or hold your hand, The tragedy of faceless angels, Taken off to fates dark and cruel land. I loved you from the moment, You were created in the womb, Little did I

Alzheimer: Show Them Love To Live Again.

Alzheimer: Show Them Love To Live Again. long poem

Give them love, show them understanding- make them feel the person- they once were; their dignity, never take away from them, their self-respect, without hesitation you must maintain. Memory may be gone, storage and retrieval mechanism may have collapsed; like

Grounding

Grounding short poem

In the surge of dark there was a lunar smile in my glass I will not abandon the moons in your eyes. A white sow was going to deliver the babies. It was departure time and the profile was ready

The Abrupt Agony

The Abrupt Agony short poem

The sun is soaring up the sky the moon has shamed down , the crow commenced crooning with a despised voice , showing the sign of a new morn The mountains donned in a white gown continuing on the edge

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived

The Wooden House Where Uncle Lived prose poem

Fresh smell of wild herbs in the perambulation uphill, Oh! Those clinging burr to my dog’s fur, I remember the sound of the crushing dried leaves, That was heard in a walk through the dark dense woods, My uncle lived

Dissociation

Dissociation ballad

Pots of gold. Rainbows. Lala lands and Elves. Twinkling stars and lightening strikes. Bridges that end in the middle of the river and smiling babies are In my dreams. No more hurts and no more pain. No more strikes from

Growing Old

Growing Old prose poem

It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are

Naked Thoughts

Naked Thoughts long poem

As your Super Hero Mum I can be moulded just like gum. You are my children My three in a zillion. Born of the flesh of me I’ll do what ever it takes to protect all three. I’ll walk through

Always Remember

Always Remember ballad

To my beautiful babies… If you look for me but can’t see me… I’m in your reflection If you listen for me but can’t hear me… I’m in your laughter If you want to touch me but can’t feel me…

Bitter Sweetners

Bitter Sweetners short poem

Vexed at a long sit in, after collision we will meet at a canal in the watery grave. You believed in philosophy of giving I would apologize for the slaughter of babies. Pink dolls I wished to know why they

A Bone-deep Knowledge

A Bone deep Knowledge short poem

Untie my hour with the Mars I am burning and I am going to disappear in my words. An alienation of a healer in deep angst? What did you find in the night of confrontation? Will you be able to

Renaissance

Renaissance short poem

Will you tell me what it was the unknown of the known? When you step into the eyes of stangers you start talking without uttering a single word. Give me back the body, of dark pink matter to understand the

A Walk in Central Park

A Walk in Central Park short poem

Walking down central park one sees the Cherry trees blooming And people that smile back at you when you smile at them walking That genuine smile that always draws a spark from their hearts to yours And makes your heart

Whirl, Seek And Discover

Whirl, Seek And Discover short poem

Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

What Is Love?

What Is Love? prose poem

Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our

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Witches

Witches short poem

There’s fury in the sky With a full moon hanging low Something’s creeping slowly And the wind has no control The evil that lingers Is the evil that will seize Surrounded by the nothingness Escape is out of reach Witches

Every Day Love

Every Day Love short poem

Everyday is a new day to say I love you, Everyday your love comes to me afresh, Everyday my love for you is renewed, Everyday my heart yearns for you. My eyes can’t wait to see you again, My hands

Hold Tight

Hold Tight long poem

Christmas is a time for joyful hearts and hopeful eyes, as we reflect on times past and look forward to surprise. Put aside petty squabbles and pointless vendetta’s and ask ourselves truly, are we really no better? Spread out your

Deep In The Abyss

Deep In The Abyss short poem

Deep in the abyss Where the land stops short And water relieves the hardened remains Of a path into an impressionable canvas It rewards it for being stony All this while For being someone else For not sinking under footprints

#metoo

#metoo prose poem

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,

The Silver Lining

The Silver Lining short poem

You came into my barren world When I had fallen short of life With beautiful dreams ever dreamt of Filling colors to each and every dream of mine With the dazzling aroma of the shining moon With the soothing breeze

Plasma Floats

Plasma Floats short poem

Like a bikini top two hills were rising in a spiral optics. Has an altruistic vision. A wildfire erupts between the thongs of dead. You have a mobile message not to praise the sunrise in the woods. I am watching

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe

I Still Believe In Zimbabwe long poem

Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet