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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A Sailor’s Story

A Sailors Story prose poem

A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved

Say Yes

Say Yes short poem

they always engross to bury you and you are digging that your true face rise up with no any word of complain until something miraculous happen with you so you kept mum and like Sisyphus you may grow up or

Babbling Words

Babbling Words short poem

Though words are cheap, and often said, By the tongue of fools, some are lead. In the darkness of night, they lay await, To guide the weak, to their fate. When they gain, their victims trust, Then they cause, their

Unattainable

Unattainable prose poem

Full of beauty and majestic wonder Beyond the limitations of reason and understanding A sort of- holy enigma With no possible beginning, should there ever be an ending? Ever-watching eyes Always winking, might we share a secret I reach, but

Lessons For The Evening

Lessons For The Evening long poem

Good evening, class. Tonight we will discuss the urban environment of American cities, the neighborhoods, hoods & enclaves Of a collection of people, some who step carefully over glass- covered sidewalks & play in Needle-filled parks, who avoid the homeless

Daisies In Your Heart

Daisies In Your Heart sonnet poems

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

Letter To You

Letter To You short poem

Hey you, I just wanted to write, I really hope you don’t mind, You’re not out of mind, just out of sight, I think about you all of the time. I often wonder how things are, Since the last time

Love Sonnet 98

Love Sonnet 98 sonnet poems

We all travel on paths of each his own, To goals we mark to reach at their due time, Cycle of life that must go up and down, Assures order decreed by one, sublime; As tide rises, it ebbs the

Incomplete

Incomplete prose poem

The night was inky black The stars were out to play The wind picked up its midnight rhythm The cold raced up and down her arm She stood still and looked on At the At the gaping nothingness beyond Ears

Together Forever

Together Forever long poem

When I looked into your eyes I knew you were the one Love was the essence of my mere existence Those walks in the park all alone We were both holding are own Sweet kisses and the poems would flow

Thy Father

Thy Father short poem

Father It be not your obligation; Why I wonder is it that we exist? Why is it that I live in this nation? I believe I need a hint or the gist. Our dire source deliberately brings drought, Our breath

Sum Of Our Parts

Sum Of Our Parts short poem

We are so different, but we so much alike. We all look different, but we all look the same. We all think alike, but we believe differently. Evil lives on earth but the divine is in play. We all love

Nurse

Nurse short poem

You study so hard for a nursing career Sometimes knowledge doesn’t replace fear The job of a 12 hour shift Registered nurse, Some- times feels more akin a curse. Telling my loved ones goodbye And leaving home for the night

My Past

My Past short poem

I am often left wondering couldn’t I have shaped my life’s journey a better way I try to recollect the path by which I traversed in Life I do the post mart em of my actions and realise the blunder

The Spell Of The Primeval .

The Spell Of The Primeval . short poem

The blooming adolescence , With some canker in its blossom , Or some dormant snake , Wilds all seasons . The budding flower , Arrests drones one by one , And feels thirsty for equilibrium , A peg in its

Compliment

Compliment short poem

”I sojourn in your vibrant world, Mr. Ahmed Of dulcet melodies and wafting aromas The paintings adorning your house forlorn Are as soothing as the breezes of the morn I met your mates, your benevolent friends Savoured their enchanted, beguiling

I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is

I Am Who I Am And It Is What It Is short poem

Well I AM WHO I AM and you can like me Or leave me I really don’t give a damn I am a hot-blooded Aries through and through And I will have my way if it’s the last thing I

Love And Poetry

Love And Poetry short poem

During the talk on love and life My friend, he ended the conversation With a conclusion ‘One who wants to be a real poet Should have a pure heart But one who needs to be a committed lover Should have

Story

Story short poem

Our final moment draws near As we leave all behind Ending our story For a new beginning Each day spent Was a day wasted Until it comes down To the final sayings The last moment Before we end our journey

On My Death

On My Death short poem

When I die, Bury me in those pages, Which failed to become My identity, my stages. Let me lie close To those verses, Those prose, Which never truly dealt With the emotions I felt. In my death Let me be

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand short poem

When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing

Point A

Point A prose poem

If I were to be born to you, point B… I’ll take my first breath and the sound you’ll hear will be a war cry. And I’ll be up on my feet before the cord is cut. I will slice,

Love Sonnet 23

Love Sonnet 23 sonnet poems

Clear diamonds would regale, by being rare, In glints, beguiling, by the wearer’s hand; Hell conjures in many an envious stare, If but this gem been plenteous as sand; And yet raw quartz, may lay uncut for years, Which also

Monsoon Longings

Monsoon Longings short poem

The rain patters in monsoon night Its monotone no lullaby It’s not the moist air that chokes It’s not the bug that lurks In languor I long for you Darkness states your absence And the rain mourns it I seek

New Year’s Wishes

New Years Wishes short poem

Now my heart sings- Happy New Year to seen and unseen- dear or not so dear. At least one day in a year with the rise of sun I send you warmth of my heart- enjoy life, have fun. For

A Nation Divided

A Nation Divided long poem

A nation divided Under God with liberty and justice For all The line is clear Black as night Clear as day Party over blood Party over logic Party over love Some are humans Others muslim Some are humans Others black

Stunned

Stunned short poem

Confused and wary like a spermwhale, you are nosediving; – through the shadows of terrible pain ejecting ambergris. Who was getting the bribery to fix the belly button? This was not revolution. It was evolution- of a stinking city. The

Violets

Violets short poem

Roses are red and violets are blue, I’ve run out of violets, for the violets were you. Since the roses turned black the flowers have died, You left me on my doorstep, you saw that I cried. But lilies turn

Hope

Hope short poem

I would like to play music again Without recalling events attached to them I would like to visit places again Without remembering what happened there I would like to see the faces that I fell for again Without panicking at

Bitterness Of Luscious Words

Bitterness Of Luscious  Words long poem

And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

Untitled

Untitled prose poem

I had the time held by its wings. The moist, silken,grainy impressions, still linger on my finger tips. The moments slipped . Fluttered. Was it insanity that took over me? Or was it a shadow of all desires so stubbornly

Sail Away With Me

Sail Away With Me long poem

Well and I know these lakes like The back of my hand I used to like to be on the open Waters alone the serenity made me Feel strong but now after meeting You I am a new man and

Who Cares…why Ask

Who Cares...why Ask long poem

Now you ask me ‘how are you’…Don’t you know what I’ve gone through ? What my thoughts have made me do ?!! A bit late now to see me through. A sorry I’d appreciate, at least some words to comfort

Mother

Mother prose poem

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

Life is like bubbles being made in summer drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain broken chain In chainless chain all loss termed into gain Without destination, fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of

Missing You

Missing You short poem

I used to be too proud to admit it. I was acting like I was fine. I was smiling. It was a fake smile, but nobody noticed. I’m tired of pretending. I miss you. I openly and plainly miss you.

Apart

Apart short poem

Her eyes were shivering a tear while the old year was shot she softly sighed ‘Happy New Year! ‘ And dried the tearful thought. Her eyes were echoing the heart its beating ten to one the counted seconds, whole in

All That She Was.

All That She Was. short poem

There she stood in the dark, Dark hair billowing around her, Her body, a perfect hourglass… Skin; her skin was so smooth, Smoother, even, than a surface of glass, Glass-like she was, oh-so-fragile… Her lips were full and red, Redder