Babysitter Poems

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

The Babysitter

The Babysitter short poem

Rock-a-bye, baby Your mamas gone out The babysitter has already Started to shout It won’t be long before she comes in through the door You know your cries don’t help anymore Baby is quiet. Won’t make a sound If you

The Babysitter

The Babysitter prose poem

A young couple walked into the maid agency “I’m looking for the perfect au pair!” He exclaimed One that will keep my princess entertained, Someone to paint a radiant smile everyday. Oh, and she would play with her Take her

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Dream short poem

I was sleeping really deep My mind in its resting phase My heart beating at its own pace There was pin drop silence all around It seemed like Even the dogs had lost their sound. I had a sudden feeling

Tablets Of Stone

Tablets Of Stone prose poem

Tablets Of Stone Have you walked among the tombstones Have you seen what’s there Words chiselled in the stone Résumés of the departed, gone to seek redemption Transformed into tablets made of stone. Have you walked among the tombstones Have

About A Place I Will Never See Again

About A Place I Will Never See Again ode

my dad is moving halfway across the country at 90 almost and this place where he’s been living I will never see it again I haven’t known it long and it is not beautiful or magnificent not special at all


Margherita short poem

Leaves will grow out your chopped skin; Petals that peel off from that cut in between your legs, whispering fragrances through those shattered lips – Those bones knocking at the edges of your transparent envelope. Bird eyes, tainted livid –


Suffering.. short poem

I didn’t expect you to care When at nights my throat would get choked with your memories And my tears would wet my shirt When my hands pressed my mouth so that no one could hear me crying Because I

Hero Of War

Hero Of War long poem

I was brought into this world by the miracle of birth, Just another living thing on the planet we call earth. But as time has gone beside, I was taught that I am more, I’ve been told that I am

David Bowie

David Bowie prose poem

The clown is in the rocket ship and he’s crying just for you He’s been smoking something strange now he’s going up to the moon It’s alright because he’ll be back for you…………… real soon I might have; could have;

Little White Hair

Little White Hair short poem

Little white hair You’re stuck to my scalp And I’m ok with that As long as no one can tell…. Snuggle up quiet Under the black tresses ‘Coz quite frankly You don’t match, like, ANY of my dresses…. You’re crazy

The Man

The Man short poem

Every day in his life was hell, Repercussions he could hardly spell. He endured drudgery to pay his bills, No time for Netflix and chills. Man, he never had the privilege of peers, His world was always shrouded by petulant

Before It’s Too Late

Before Its Too Late short poem

Her name tells of how it was with her. The sadness and anxiety came with a blur. With little to love and a lot to think The harder she thought, the more she would drink. More pills and more booze

The Last Goodbye

The Last Goodbye short poem

Just one more time, to myself let me lie, Just one last time, let’s dream eye to eye, One last time, let’s feel the way we felt, Just one last time, let the heart do the talking, things which words

The Lost

The Lost short poem

The sighs of loneliness Did you hear not A life without wine and women Is bored Iaid the bar keeper with A sly grin, A star winked at my window Seeing my emptiness I sighed for the nostalgia I wonder

Dawn Wings

Dawn Wings short poem

Dawn wings glistened in the sun and the rain A story just rainbows can really explain, When silence is much more than the lacking of sound More an image of beauty that seeks to be found Where the sky meets

Intense Poetry

Intense Poetry short poem

Breaking the path by random steps, you move, and thoughts make a ritual dance. In a wingless flight, a cosmic gloom envelops you. You try to stop the dark tremors, Yet you don’t feel safe in a crowd. Life has

Sleep My Little One!

Sleep My Little One! short poem

The western side is tangy as the Sun has bid its Good Bye Stars are peeping out and spangling across the Sky Tweets are fading, the birds have gone back to their nests And the fierce wind has calmed down


Family short poem

Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our

I would like for you to be sad

I would like for you to be sad short poem

My love, I would like for you to be sad in my absence, wandering among thorny regions, miserable, drowning in dry leaves, picking little stone to throw at noisy birds and children. My love, I would like for you to

Inner Squall

Inner Squall short poem

Standing in this windy night under the sky in its violet light screams of the wind, its sounds blowing everything whatever it found watching the flashes of the sky thunder lightening up so high seeing this climate change violent mode


Manhood short poem

Today, I will not shift to baritone Every time a lady calls. I will not pretend to be watching Formula 1 While my eyes are on Nigella Lawson. I will help Mrs. Rangaswami across the street Even while nobody’s watching.

Dance Of Ghosts

Dance Of Ghosts long poem

Ghosts dance dark in hallowed places, see them wear familiar faces? With their art my calmness chases and I can quit them not at all. Whirling to some music haunted, dancing while my mind is taunted I bolster but they


Penance short poem

The nip in the air, the shying sun Was not long ago when it was fun Winter in Delhi with its November sun Making hearts flutter for almost everyone Misty evenings made mysterious still With heady fragrance of the saptparni

All The Empty Hands

All The Empty Hands short poem

To catch himself, he jumped into fish pond becoming opaque between silk and lethal crotch. Milk of silence started flowing from earth’s breast. His name was a flower, who was a blind witness of the love for a moon, which plunged

Are You Illusion Or Reality?

Are You Illusion Or Reality? ballad

This heart keep a secret, secret that only this heart can keep, I dream an illusion, illusion that I cannot seek, I have taught my soul to not be fickle, fickle it always is, Not to know how to be

The 23 1/2 Degree Tilt

The 23 1/2 Degree Tilt ballad

How small and pitied am I in front of your beauty and your magnificence in its entirety! Though I must not be the first to pen my heart in your praise, I must not let these words that you bequeathed

5:49 A.m.

5:49 A.m. short poem

Lately you act like I’m a body, not a person. It chills my bones and ice crystals huddle in the marrow. I crawl into the nostalgic warmth of what was but all I hit is the black and blue of


Mirror short poem

All I need is a mirror a mirror in which you are there There as always to talk to me no matter what may be for you’re the wind that keeps me cool or maybe I am just a fool

A Not So Distant Dirge

A Not So Distant Dirge elegy

The heart rending wail from the floor below Found its way into the corridors of my mind, Echoing in my brain long after it subsided. It was Munna’s mom, who died that morning, As drastically as Jigjri’s son lost his

That Monster I Call Denis

That Monster I Call Denis short poem

I down my sorrow with pain that keeps bugging me again and again. just doesn’t ever leave me wants to hold onto my soul forever. Every time I think I win I start over again you see its clever. It

The Big Bang Boom

The Big Bang Boom short poem

Space is occupied by space, strength and vitality, a sphere of activity where space is shaped. The mind is preoccupied by thought, identification of process and an abstract concept of time represented and labelled. Mind is a reflection of past,

A Job Half Done

A Job Half Done ballad

Their first conversation had few words, But seasoned it was with measured laughter. They agreed the tea was good, and the weather pleasant, And decided to meet the weekend after. He worked his beard a tad carefully that morning, And

Sorrow After Infidelity

Sorrow After Infidelity elegy

That night, Together we ate the forbidden fruit, With such a ravenous appetite, No sorrow, no regrets, Just smiles, Holding each other tightly, Like we’ll never let go, No one else mattered, Only we did. Day by day, Life seemed


Time short poem

I wait, For the right time The right moment To say what I need to As my time passes My thoughts grow The fear of not having enough time To tell how I feel. I wish to stop the time

In The Name Of …

In The Name Of … short poem

Watching the wilting dividers, wanted to declock the time in timeless death: though life must move on. After amputation, body waits to be lifted, negating the bed. Now it was time, which would you like, nouns that hurt? Or verbs

Angelic Tears

Angelic Tears long poem

Dear children,  Before we said our first hello, the time had already passed. Before we could hold you both in our arms, You had gone to heaven to rest. We felt angelic tears run down  our cheeks, the angels watched

A Father

A Father short poem

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

Recovering From A Mental Break

Recovering From A Mental Break short poem

No more bad thoughts its gota stop Be positive and grateful for all I’ve got No more mental breakdowns keep it together I cant be mentally unstable for ever Its the start of a new beginning today I must block

My Secret Place

My Secret Place long poem

My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call


Wait short poem

I know I bring you satisfaction. Mad but you’re masking. Packed? I’m unpacking. You want to leave. Best believe it won’t happen. Hold on Ma. Let’s breathe and work backwards. What is the battle worth? Your tears coming after words.