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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Shelter

Shelter short poem

Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on

You Everywhere !

You Everywhere ! prose poem

I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night

Ready

Ready short poem

The memories’ hands embrace me suffocating, I feel like dying and the sadness’ body revives- Phantasm haunting my territories… It’s raining and I’m seeping through the grass, Abandoning myself to a waiting of a sun That might not rise for

Life

Life short poem

I know not when I have to quit But I do know I have to quit Life looks so rosy in spite of me often experiencing the thorn Every morning when I get up I feel I am born afresh

A Lament

A Lament long poem

One Life, one Fate, one Love… That one-time, ravishing, sudden love, peeling the layers of years lived in apathy, finally reaching your soul; Times, when you were anonymous to yourself, walking hollow and weary in penumbra of your life; And

Hidden

Hidden short poem

I hid there for the longest time Behind the pillar, across the hall Underneath that absurd painting The meaning of which I am yet to figure out. I will know what it means someday And that day ain’t far away

The Ginger Bread

The Ginger Bread long poem

Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling

Battle

Battle short poem

I know your hurts, and I know the pain I gave them to you but it wasn’t in vain So that one day you’d freely give me your all And cry out “yes Lord?” When you heard the call I’ve

Cheers

Cheers long poem

Happy happy happy happy new year Welcome to the New year Goodbye to the present year The first Cheers of the new year is dedicated to you my dear The faces looks unfamiliar who is who none do know what

Love And Malice

Love And Malice short poem

Love and malice are sides of a coin both feed equally to our mood. We praise the charm of our lover first for beauty then the qualities, in the name of understanding we weigh the obedience. Affections for young self

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

The Angel Of Light

The Angel Of Light short poem

The angel of death, against the Angel of Light, Praise God, Jesus, has won this fight! Death is now dead, and the grave is in hell, Stand up, children of God, and for this victory yell! For Jesus is lord,

You.

You. prose poem

You. You haunt my dreams, Kill my pride; I couldn’t tell that you Lied. “I love you ” You didn’t love me, You used me And now I sit Every morning adding A little more milk To my coffee So

Hope

Hope english poems

When darkness reigns, And the light is quite dim… A small voice says ‘hope’, There is lot more to be seen…! It will neither be the end, Nor will it be the beginning… Unless one is steadfast, To embrace what

Fall Back

Fall Back short poem

We look over the hillocks for the spread of orange red color I do not know where it ends. it does not matter if I read the pulse of the rivulet or the soul of a baul song, the red

Shylynn

Shylynn short poem

Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you. Illness weakened you and made it tough for you. We had to say goodbye long before we wished for. O’ what a sad cold winter’s day Heaven above had plans

A New Prophet

A New Prophet long poem

first I woke the birds clumsy steps on crumbling asphalt it was the antidepressants an undiagnosed chemical stroke my mood uplifted my right foot dragging on occasion tripping over carpet or in this case turd-black pebbles clattering waking hidden birds

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate. Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy