Looking at your misshapen little red face,
only a mother can appreciate the beauty when seeing her
very precious baby for the first time.
Eyes filled with happy tears as I
looked at your blonde hair and blue eyes and
inspected your tiny little fingers and toes.
Never had I seen a more beautiful child –
everything about you was simply perfect!
Soon you were sleeping peacefully,
safe in the arms of your adoring mother.
Contest: Loveliness Acrostic
Sponsor John Hamilton
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
At its highest
Copyright © Sienna Muniz | Year Posted 2010
Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do is mourn
Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”
Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013
When I held you in my arms for the very first time,
Overjoyed that my baby boy was simply sublime.
New life that I had pushed into the world,
Darling son, oh how my emotions whirled.
Every day brought us something new,
Recording every moment as you grew.
Filling our lives with laughter and joy,
Unconditional love for our beautiful boy.
Love you forever my wonderful son.
Contest:- Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor:- John Hamilton
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
F- Forever live in faith
O-Oh my little one.
R-Render only to your heart
E-Ever trusting what you know.
V-Voice your beliefs.
E-Endure with desire.
R-Remember always who you are.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015
L Like a juggler, rhythm of harried routine, a mother performing
O On finding the cling-clang-thump symphony's beats missing
S She froze mid-way through her act, something's just not right
T To her surprise, her rambunctious baby boy was nowhere in sight
B Brushing fears aside, she set to seek him in the game of peek-a-boo
A As she peered in every nook and cranny cooing,"momma loves you!"
B But success evaded her and she was fast losing heart and hope
Y Young mother burst into tears, her sanity dangling on a tattered rope
B "Boo!" a voice behind her in a squeamish cry, all too familiar
O Overjoyed she spun around crying and laughing all the same, feeling happier
Y "You naughty boy!"and he smiled impishly, right behind her, under kitchen counter!
Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012
Blessed by a baby girl; our bundle of joy
Rising as a beautiful stream, flowing in our hearts...ahoy!
Offering her back to God, so He will watch and keep,
Our precious little angel, she is one of His sheep.
Kinfolks come to visit and to show her love,
Little do they know there is nothing like Grandma's Hug.
Yet I love them all, they are my family,
No one will be left out because our God takes the lead.
Happy 1st Easter Grandma - Debra Bruce
Brooklyn was born 2/14/2015 - Ms. Debra's 1st Grandchild
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
Your belly has grown so big, the glow on your face is priceless, your hair so vibrant, I love the smile on your face when you feel your little one kicking, I love it when you crave weird foods, everything is going well, you are 8 months now, you look like you are going to pop, your feet swell, your in the bathroom more than the toilet bowel is, you can not wait for this to be over, your almost 9 months now you feel a wetness on your chair, it is time, you rush, you prepare, but you never seem to have everything, your at the hospital, your about 3 centimeters dilated, there is still some time to go, your patient, you waited this long, your 7 centimeters, 8, and 9, you hope it is almost time, you feel like you want to push, you push, and push, you hear the baby cry, you believe that things are okay, because that is what you were told, so it is time to say goodbye, you are tired and need some sleep, you hold your baby for some time, you pass him to the nurse, she sings him a lullaby, you fall asleep, your sleep was dreamless, but you are now awaken in a nightmare that will never end, your baby is in a forever sleep, but how could this end, it just all began, you do not know what happen, you heard his cry, you touched him, he opened his eyes, so why is he gone, from this day you will forever be changed, you held your true love tight before the nurse took him away, you blamed yourself, you question your actions, but it was not your fault, this just sometimes happens, you try to move on with your life, but that becomes difficult, you smile but you are frowning inside, you try to make things right, you try to hide your pain, but everyday you live in sorrow, I know that you are not perfect, but you need to look forward to tomorrow, you can not change what happened, you carried a little angel for 9 months long, then God took him so fast, maybe he has special plans for him, in heaven he is having a blast, even though you do not have him with you, I know that he loves you so, because I saw the way he looked at you, this is something that I know, you are the best mom in the world, I am so glad that he atleast got to meet you, it is not easy to carry on like you do, with the positive attitude that you show, I know one thing for sure, your the strongest mom I know.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
birthday is the most colorful day for all.....
but for me,
your birthday is more colorful than mine.
its the day which keeps me more happy,beauty and energetic.
the day will be charming.
god will keep you happy,smiling and peaceful throughout the year and life.....
Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014
"A Lost Baby Boy"
A ngels stroke soft golden tresses
L onely baby floating on gossamer dresses
O pulent candy clouds embrace tiny frame
S nuggle sad heart while singing his name
T ossed into a new realm of strangers
B rave little soul projects love among dangers
A live in spirit world missing family
B ottle in hand to land of milk and honey
Y earning for kisses from Mommy's sweet lips
B asking in moonlight and silver star drips
O ver the rainbow; across the blue seas
Y esterday breathing in fond memories.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012
T~was not long ago,
O~nly wee ones you were.
M~oaths, then years came and went
Y~earning to move on to matured growth and progress.
C~haracter-building, education, training
H~elping, assisting, childcare, economic strain!
I~ndependently raising from wee ones to young adult; minimal help indeed!
L~ovingly caring such strength displaying,
D~aring all bad to overcome my good.
R~elentlessly working all week and week-ends,
E~endeavoring to keep 12 hour shifts and Full-time school!
N~ever complaining, always try to share with you all, and some others who
may be in a plight.
Thus, children, it may seem long ago, that Example, Caring, Individual Strength, helped Propelled your will to progress; despite the decision to deprive.
Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015
Today is today tomorrow is tomorrow never say never never say no love love is great but loves is wonderful I love you !!!!!
Copyright © connie mccracken | Year Posted 2014
Enchanting she will be everyone will want to embrace
Miracle from God above a touch of his grace
Memorizing eyes as she focuses upon her mothers face
Angelic halo she will wear to keep her safe and of a strong faith
Rock her gently and sing a sweet lullaby of praise
Years of love you both will give her can never be erased
Love has brought her here to this very special place
Embrace her and hold her dear like a soft interlace
Experience the joy of mother hood never forgetting her birthplace.
Dedicated to a very dear friend: Crystina
T Reams copyright 2015
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Listening to the laughter
Of babies and little children is
Virtually acoustic loveliness
Entirely in its purest form.
Laughter, real from-the-gut laughter,
Is an antidote to all
Exception, it stimulates a feeling of
Serenity. I find myself also
Smiling. This gift is contagious and free.
For 'Loveliness-Acrostic Contest' of John Hamilton
Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2016
im not writing a poem here im expressing the power of words.
there was once a compotition called short stories of 6 words or less.
the winning entry was:
"Baby shoes for sale,never worn."
thats the most powerfull 6 words i think that has ever effected me in the way 6 words ever have.
thanks for reading now analize those 6 words in your world and see how much they affect you x deano x
Copyright © dean wood | Year Posted 2011
faster and faster as i think of the pain inside
closing my eyes
i see her face
oh how i miss you lil sis
everywhere i go i think of you
everyone i see asks me about you
Pain!!!! Munching my heart piece by piece
anger!!! Why didn’t i take you to shop that day
tears of pain ...i feel like i am slowly going insane!!!
nights of sorrow as i lay my head on my pillow
I’m thankful to wake up the next morning
wearing my smile
sitting in my office ..
nothings the same
I’m dying inside
i try and try but i see no light
hope is all i have
faith is all i have
my baby sister where are you
my baby sister God guide you
Killing the weakness in me
i refuse to entertain this pain!!
Copyright © Daneillia Daly | Year Posted 2012
Two hearts came together to beat as one
Real love that overflowed producing a son
Every fathers dream, every mother’s true joy
Years we spent wishing for a precious boy
Vulnerable and innocent you had a certain charm
Only I couldn’t protect you keeping you from harm
Now two hearts ache, an unyielding pain
Absorbed in our grief almost going insane
No pain is like the one losing you brought
The reasons god took you was all that we sought
Heaven cradles our baby in arms full of love
Only ours are now empty unlike the angels above
Not once did our baby ever open his eyes
Yearning to hear, but yet knowing he wouldn’t cry
Forever that day’s memory will be vivid in my mind
Always haunting us, wondering if relief we will find
Visions of his lifeless tiny body upon his birth
Only made me take note and total my true worth
Regretting our first good-bye is also our last to you
Son your forever in our mind, and in our hearts LOVE IS TRUE
Copyright © Brenda Chiri-Carroll | Year Posted 2005
Frantically I scanned the thronging crowds,
Raging in my heart, blood pounded on my eardrums,
‘Is this my purgatory for some crime unknown in a past life?’, I wondered!
Growing dread cutting cold talons into my mind,
How could I let go of your tiny little hand baby?
Tears well up in my eyes, I cannot think clearly.
Empty womb convulsing painfully as I recall your birth,
No coherent words to describe how I felt.
Emerging from the nearby shop, your hands full of candy, I see you,
Drugged by relief, I clutch you to my bosom, never want to taste this fear again!
31st October 2015
For Poetry contest Dancing with Description
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Copyright © Ajitha Sharma | Year Posted 2015
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2013
Abortion and Baby Dumping
The umbilical cord you eliminated before my existence
You conceived concealed the gift from its creation
Deceived and destroyed the destiny that was given to the world
Now you asking me, what gives you sleepless night
Don’t be a hypocrite you have been swallowing your own vomit
No-wait we all are at fault because we allowed this to happen in homes and society
Sexually sensitive and spiritually sick
Why open for sexual pleasure and reject responsibility and accountability
The blood of the innocent crying from the ground-souls we have all murdered
Turning girls into holes, dumping babies, chasing pleasure that is under world delusion
Heart full of evil while lips speak love-drinking blood by killing offspring
Outward beauty while mentally incapacitated-lawlessness life, it’s the life they chose
Feeding on lies, faded in freedom, self-will in pleasure, decaying society
While government set the veil – system collapsed and still won’t acknowledge
Sick of psychologists, spiritually blind and morally corrupt-saying do thus at will
Policy is just logic, written words, practically off, wishing the problem is all in their head
Church turned in a business place, wicked theology exploiting the poor-in it for self
While evil and corruption take over the nation – God is the manager allowing evil
Hearts divorced from truth – these painted priests and pastors got real saints misunderstood
Annunciation by media, misleading the nuns, church-good girl lost in lust as love
I feel sorrow in soul, remaining breathless each day
40 babies dumped per month – I wonder how many are aborted
I know your soul is turning cold – knowing all the babies you have aborted and dumped
I know you have excuses just like any other person – no, yes I sympathize with your evil deeds
Heart concealed in subconscious of blood – mind covered by deception of unwanted babies
Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe | Year Posted 2015
M aternity the cry goes out
O bviosuly the babes being born no doubt
T rembling with anticipation
H ospital the birth location
E very parent panic torn
R elieved when child is actually born
B ouncing girl or little boy
A bsoulute the parent’s joy
B eaming down a smile so sweet
Y es parenthood can make both complete
F ainted on delivery room floor
A dead weight blocking off the door
T rembling as he comes to see
H is lovely child cute as can be
E xcited in the role he’ll play
R ewarded till his dying day
Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012
Bouncing boy is baby joy.
Enchanting sky-blue eyes,
Adored so by my heart.
Undoes me when he cries.
Tiny toes and fingers start
Internal loving sighs.
Fascinated when his lips part,
Uttering endless, "oh my's",
Loving him, knows no "why's."
Contest: Beautiful Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
December 31, 2015
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
Bottled for it's beauty,
Angelic tones and pastels,
Big it up for the girl's,
Yearning this prim colour,
Pink, my baby pink,
In my life always and forever,
Kind and endearing.
Copyright © Amanda Sullivan | Year Posted 2012
N- Never say never, please don't say No this day
E- Everyone see what I have to give you in a surprising way
W- Ways to tell her you love her, so many things to say
Y- Yet another year, until your here
E- Even the Baby New Years
A- Argue if you want I expect you there
R- Raving about the excitement, News Years cheer
R- Revamp, count down, kiss, ring, question, your reply dear
I- Interested in only one word to appear
N- Neal I mean kneel down, ok clear
G- Gently put the ring on and then the crowd again cheers
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
Ever since I thought of you
Never a moment's regret.
Tender was the lovemaking
Which planted you and set
In motion your beautiful soul.
Now I have you nineteen years.
Entwined our lives have been.
Dearest darling daughter of Jean.
"Dated at the bottom" 11/02/16.
for contest ENTWINED
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
Keeping a prayerful watch over you,
Having faith that God will bring you through.
Asking Him to forever protect and to keep
Realizing that you are one of His sheep.
In all that you do or all you will be;
we are glad you are a part of our family.
Khari was born March 16, 2015 (still-born but restored to life).
My family and I are ever grateful that God restored him to us.
Weight6 6 lbs 13 ounces. That is John 3:16 for both date and
weight (weight is backwards). Remember: The prayers of the
righteous availeth much.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
Sanity, as well as
Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2014
Try the soother.
Tie the ligiture.
Hold the syringe.
End the craving.
Don't you see?
Uterine hits are
Missed by baby
Managing cold turkey?
Your little junkie.
Number 3 Silent 1
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
Holding the newborn baby in your arms
Angelic face looking up at you
Proud new parent still breathless and weak
Pitiful cry of hunger or possibly insecurity
I cradle him close, sharing my body heat
Not knowing him long, but loving him just the same
Every happy experience from the past, now pushed aside
Skin so pale, baby eyes so blue, his secret baby smile
Sister sharing her joy and part of herself with me
Copyright © Kimberly Taylor | Year Posted 2008
Many sleepless nights abound
Yearning for the lack of sound.
Two Minions have me running round,
With many eyes needed all around
Or disaster strikes and I expound.
Beware the Lego on the ground
On late dark trips to a screaming mound.
Yawning smiles though, do astound
Sweethearts sleeping most profound.
Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016