Alliteration Baby Poems | Alliteration Poems About Baby
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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
Copyright © Kiran Bisht | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013
beautiful beaming baby barefooted to show her bashful pink toe nails!
One liners five: Alliteration - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
Bunches of baby bananas
beloved bitty bites.
Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008
Mama Mable made music mellow with mood
But baby boy Bradley bellowed and booed
So sensitively she started singing sweetly
Yet the youngster yowled yearningly
Poor perplexed papa peered and pleaded
“No nocturnal nuisances are needed,”
He hurried through the house, his hefty frame hobbled
Baby boy Bradley basked blissfully with his bedtime bottle
*For Constance’s Forms of Poetry 101 contest. Never tried alliteration before.
by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
She softly sings, soothingly
to the serious and somber Samuel
who safely and sleepily slumbers
to her sweet shushing serenade.
That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © manda white | Year Posted 2006
Bobby Brown threatened to knock me down
but Billy Blues took off his shoes and with a barefoot blocked his fist
just as it brandished my wrist,
and even though they fought desparately in the rain,
neither bothered to complain.
They boxed and kicked and blew smoke
but neither even spoke.
Finally I cried, "Stop!"
"Belinda is calling a cop!"
So bloody and bruised, Billy put on his shoes.
Bobby was so muddy he looked really cruddy.
And though I felt bad because Billy was bloody,
I was bound to boast to my friends
how Billy had come to my defense.
And now Billy and me and baby makes three
and Bobby is history!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Oct., 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016