Newborn Poems

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

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace short poem

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling

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Now That You Are Born

Now That You Are Born short poem

Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now

Poems containing references to : Newborn

You Say

You Say short poem

You want me to hurt like a lion hurts its prey before devouring it, you say you don’t, but you do. You want me to bleed, like the paint dripping from a painter’s brush heavy and thick, You say you

In Your Nakedness

In Your Nakedness short poem

When mired in jadedness Or weary of Truth, I sleep babe-like in your nakedness, O bosom pal of my youth; The nature of mothers in you Suckling my sleep! Or when dark empires above Shut my mind, I star-and-moon sketch

The Ballad Of Bessy

The Ballad Of Bessy ballad

Bessy now pulls the cart towards their home that day Her size makes pulling baby carts as mere child’s play She’s huge, a Labrador, obtained from Russian friend Trained by cop, we’ll call Tim – that isn’t his real name

A Dream That Sought Solace.

A Dream That Sought Solace. long poem

The weary sun tip toed through crochet clouds To darn lace curtains with golden needles, And to sign its name on criss-crossed trickling waters Making shadows bow down low in obituaries Of another fading day, and on distant Wandering memories,

The Angel that missed the last bus into town

The Angel that missed the last bus into town long poem

The angel had missed the last bus into town Her wings were all rain wet and she felt so down Until in a shop doorway a Saint sheltered there While he whistled a psalm and he sang the Lords Prayer,

Singular

Singular short poem

she wore the gold off her narrow ring on the zinc bartop tapping out an alien message unheard by the narcissists pinching each other’s cloth like bargain shoppers sniffing at the must of use and hard travel men and women

Foeticide

Foeticide short poem

Ends did not meet, like beginnings, fact was insulted by fiction: the newborn stuns the God. Drop by drop life drips from ankles. Desolation takes advantage, forgets the path, becomes self-centered. Dialect changes, to taste the foul heritage, cadaver breaks

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

Once Upon

Once Upon short poem

Robbing the silence of heights to undo the whole sky, you lean on an enigma to become reverential, elevated by an absurd system; I was still pursuing fidelity in the rubble of meaningless life; not faith, but the certain urge

The Old Vine

The Old Vine prose poem

The red brick wall was old and cracked, but still was strong and active; all covered by a tough old Vine that made the wall its captive. Each year in Spring, the vine grew leaves of green and tiny flowers,

The Smile That Heals

The Smile That Heals short poem

Isn’t a child’s pristine smile The sweetest of all expressions One can ever chance to see On a human countenance? Doesn’t it make you forget Your woes and worries for a while Reviving your faith in the inherent goodness Dwelling

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

Personal Battle

Personal Battle short poem

You were sent to fight a war That has yet to be won You are forced to leave your newborn son You go to a place and face death everyday There is nothing to say You fight each day and

Dreams Of Younger Days

Dreams Of Younger Days prose poem

A dream what is that exactly, a reason to live, love, laugh, follow your heart. His heart, her heart, your heart, my heart, their hearts even our own hearts, from that first newborn smack on our baby bottoms, to wail

Cool To Be A 21st Century Haiku

Cool To Be A 21st Century Haiku short poem

Feels cool to be a 21st century haiku. Not bothered with others’ frowns, scoffs and sneers. Only concerned with widening some unseen folded petals of their hearts, lips and thighs. Softening their flowing molecules of love, making them feel their

Persephone’s Memories

Persephones Memories short poem

And there’s rigoletto laughing out the cry of the one who’s defeated by fate among the spectators dressed in blue by the light flooding them between the acts and there’s the woman eternally defeated by love, a cup with poison

Rhymes Another Part

Rhymes Another Part short poem

Rhymes another part lies in your heart, Before seeing its noble birth. Strains beset like cascading blacken hairs long, Too soft and sense touching strong. Never let it assume slumberous maidenhood And fly fast to some distant wood. Stories, handful

Better Man

Better Man short poem

Lord if I died today I’d be a better man for knowing You You gave my life dignity, purpose and wisdom too Exposed all my weakness to myself forgiving like no other My Father, oh my Lord, beside me always

The Divine Promise

The Divine Promise prose poem

November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.

Winter

Winter prose poem

Here are stoves uttering trilling cries of joy, their tongues orange, their clothes henna. Here are chumps hissing، lulling, bowing and crying with hot tears; We’ve got a newborn, his hair made of winds and tempests, his hat a cloud,

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4:20

4:20 short poem

It’s 4:20 again I tend You’re here again my friend We still have things to do Let go and look for food I don’t have things to say Just laugh and here we sway Don’t jump too high my friend

I Wonder …

I Wonder ... long poem

I wonder if you realise the way you make me feel, I wonder if you know the guilt for me is real, I wonder if you ever think about me too, I think I’m giving you more credit than your

Morzine

Morzine short poem

1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick

You Cannot

You Cannot short poem

You can’t get away like this girl You will not get it this easy You will have to cry a lot just like me – You will feel dizzy Just as I cry in these lonely nights And it feels

Dreams You Shouldn’t Dream Of

Dreams You Shouldnt Dream Of short poem

Post-human in this unlimited universe Are the dreams of scientists Mutation and cloning won’t be perfect They will cause many side-effects Destroy this wonderful world with undead With many new failed human beings created Imagine if people will never die

Cup Of Sorrow

Cup Of Sorrow short poem

A solitary moon rises, behind the seven veils. unattended by stars and clouds, between yes and no, desiring nothing. turns back through the centuries. The religion to kill, refuses to stare at the tainted fatality. lying sprawled on the burdened

Sailboat Afloat

Sailboat Afloat short poem

sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,

I Choose Life

I Choose Life short poem

Gasped for air as if suffocating, Not that breathing was strenuous, 
or I suffering disease, From responsibility I carried. With lips many profess to love me. Yet blinded to how I was affected. They explained: it was for me, if

The Port

The Port short poem

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

Evening Eye

Evening Eye short poem

Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

A Flower’s Vision

A Flowers Vision short poem

Will I adorn His Divine feet in a temple or a church…. Will I be the wreath on a mortal remains… Will I be ….. blessed as a wedding garland.. ……….or will I grace the tresses of a beauty queen…

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

What is it’s essence? Is it like a vulnerable, Hemingway-portrayed skiff being tossed about by changing waves of feelings, urges, yearning? Is it like a spoilt compass, it’s nervous needle half-trembling, rotating in illogical, unscientific, fickle-minded fashion, unable to be

After The Flood Had Gone

After The Flood Had Gone short poem

After the flood had gone A wreckage of human waste we come Seas have shattered the lives of some I know we must rebuild as the tide succumbed Nowhere to live, not even clothes to put on Nature tells us

Single Design

Single Design short poem

Bearded face still looks from the severed head, in timeless gaze after the spitting blast. A nimbus cloud is lobbed on the tormentor to stop burning; the silver urn contains the daisy sick to wean away the enemy of tender

Hekate

Hekate long poem

In the shadow of moonlight My cape pulled up around Me tight, standing at the crossroads Under the tree of life, eyes like fire In the night… I call upon the spirit of HEKATE As thunder rolls and lightning strikes

The Train

The Train short poem

There is a train a coming, I hear it down the track. Like music to my ears Clicky clack, clickty clack. Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell: You’re going for a ride And get to ring the bell.

A Dog In A Tree?

A Dog In A Tree? long poem

I think that I shall never see A thing so strange as a dog in a tree Do you wonder at this refrain? Listen a moment, and I’ll explain I’ll tell you all how it could be A great big

Childhood Reference

Childhood Reference short poem

In an unfamiliar thorny place, My grandparents’ home stood. Gone were the sounds of voices Sign of life swallowed up. The spot where we played, Path where the grass faded trampled on by footsteps, gone. So were my childhood references.