These Baby Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Baby Alliteration poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
The little man,
Curled in a ball,
Short time span,
Checkups to stall.
It's a boy,
All others cheer,
Forming the joy,
To hold him dear.
The day is here,
To go into shock,
Wipe sweat as fear,
Little ears to sweet talk.
Loud but tender,
Smiles from Mom,
Loved ones surrender,
Keeping him calm.
Delicate soft skin,
Of all the could of been,
Mom and Dad,
Exhausted but ready,
New arrivals to add,
New things to keep steady.
I’m still in the memories of the frost of twelve
I always think how amazing your ideas are
With your wonderful smile you can heal all my scars
You are my angle with angle eyes and those angle lips I love to kiss
I’ve never seen a liaison like this
A girl like me and a guy like you
The night of cold winter when you hugged me in the blanket so tight
It felt so complete and so right
I felt the warmth of your body and this beautiful relation
I wish to give you the same warmth the same affection
I looked at the hills intently from the balcony of our hotel room
I was seeing the plants and the shrubs bloom
That frizzy morning I got up early, scanning your face all over
Don’t ask me why? I have no answer
Baby, do you remember the night we walked through the dark place
I was holding your hand and in the dim moonlight I could see your face
Now the wintry memories will always stay with me at any pace
Parents pushing perambulators
Meeting many mothers
Coffee , cake and chat
Babies bottles to boobs
Hurry home to hubby
Hubby holding hooter
Nappy, not nice.
Baby blowing bubbles
Shower sex sleep
Luxury, lazy lie-in
Hubby having hysterics.
Siana sick over Sean
Cosy cwtch cancelled
A little child,
normal and wild,
ready to attack the world.
Then Rett moves in,
and trouble begins,
giving disability to a once normal child.
A little child,
now trapped from the miles,
of an active life with friends.
Not able to discuss,
that which is a must,
for every other child their age.
They're in there you see,
but can't get relief,
from the prison known only as Rett.
One single Gene,
is all it seems,
chaining this child up inside.
We wait for a cure,
while we hold back the tears,
and pray our child see's the day.
when poems like this,
will not exist,
and Rett; a thing of the past,
this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day