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Baby Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Baby

These Baby Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Baby Sonnet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Italian Sonnet |

A Dirty Basement Room

A Dirty Basement Room In a dirty basement room a baby cries Weakened mother was defiled Forced my law to birth a child Upon a dirty pillow she lies In a dirty room the mother dies Mother and son soon reconciled Victims of government gone wild A time to live a time to die Angry rapist walks streets free Will they listen to her plea? In a dirty basement room a baby cries Angry rapist runs streets free In a dirty basement room mother dies Will they listen to her plea?


Details | Italian Sonnet |

MY BELOVED NIECE

*A POEM FOR MY BELOVED NEICE*



I  REMEMBER  THE  FIRST  DAY  I  SAW  YOU  AND  HELD  			
		YOU  IN  MY  ARMS 
YOU WERE SO GENTLE, PRETTY, AND CALM

I  REMEMBER THE DAY YOUR FATHER AND I  GAVE YOU THE NAME “REE REE”
I  NEVER KNEW TODAY YOU WOULD’NT BE ABLE  				
		TO SEE ME



I  HAD BIG PLANS FOR MY NEICE AND I 
BUT I NEVER KNEW HER PLAN WAS TO MAKE  				
		ME CRY 


MY  BABY  RHIANNA  YOU’RE   GONE  FROM  MY  SIGHT  BUT  NEVER  FROM  MY  MINDI  
PROMISE  TO  TAKE  CARE  OF  YOUR  BROTHER  AND YOUR  PARENTS  		
			THEY  WILL  BE  FINE



MY BABY MEMORIES OF YOU ARE HER E TO STAY
		WE LOVE YOU “REE-REE”, I WILL SEE   YOU IN  		
			HEAVEN SOME DAY


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The Instrument's Hiss

She wanted a baby more than life
So she went and booyah’d 50 guys
Her smile dazzled everyone she met
When she finally learned she was pregnant 
Her breasts grew larger, her belly too
She decorated the nursery with pink and blue
But at the doctors, something was amiss
The only sound was the instrument’s hiss
There wasn’t a heartbeat; her eyes grew wide 
“Doctor is my baby, dead inside?”
“Let’s do a sonogram, see what it shows”
But his eyes were sad, his movements slow
As the sonogram screen lit up the womb
It wasn’t as they’d thought, a baby’s tomb
Because in fact, there was no baby there
Just an aching hole, and a woman’s despair



Details | Sonnet |

Hush Little Baby

Hush little baby it's time to sleep
Angels watching over you don't you peep

Listen little dreamer hear this song
Angels watching over you so nothing wrong

Sleep little baby you had your play
Angels watching over you it's time to pray

Now it's time to sleep it's all right
Angels watching over you to keep you tight

Soft is your bed now rest your head
Angels watching over you are by your bed

Now close your eyes and go to sleep
Angels watching over you your soul to keep

Sleep little baby you're about to gleam
Angels watching over you to safely dream

Edward J Ebbs 

Sonnet (little song - 14 lines)
Meant to be sung as a Lullaby to a child...


Details | Sonnet |

Mother's Unfailing Love


Our rising worship! Oh, perfect love of Mother and Child

is understood by adoring eyes. Eager hearts pray, 

from the eternal breath of babe. Lifted high, strong yet mild,

He foretells of forgiveness and whispers agape.

Upon Mary's chest, lie His heavenly dreams -

a love of no measure born unto a Virgin

and sins evermore are assuredly redeemed

as God's blessed Mother cradles creation.

Her womb brought forth Light, the Savior of man.

Her gentle touch nurtured God's only Son.

The sacrifice, His blood shed to quench a dry land.

Prophecy fulfilled, so no soul shall be shunned.

Inspire us precious babe upon Mary's chest.

Mother's unfailing love gives comfort and rest.




*Inspired by Anguissola's Virgin and Child. 





Details | Sonnet |

FATHER

     FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
Tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears,

as if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Sonnet |

Generation XXX

Generation XXX
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)

Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste, 
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!

Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!

Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!

Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX


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A Bubble Blown Up With Breath

I will tell of love in fourteen short lines
Remember when you chipped bone in kneecap
So much pain for you and me nothing fine
Knee pain for you for me nausea trap

You had surgery, nausea had me
One baby in arms another womb bound
When you came home, total care you no glee
Beside chamber nausea vomit round

Daily existence for weeks ugly trap 
Baby, husband's care between nausea
Holding baby my only relief gap
Situation had me deep undersea

Love is deep when one gives beyond their strength
Giving beyond the call of duty is youngth


Details | Sonnet |

Just Look

She had the world in her eyes yet you could see through
A windowpane leading to a brick wall.
All I wanted was my notions, passions to ring true
Through her voice, lips, lust, despite myself I fall.
I can hear her haunting voice still in my head.
I can feel her fingertips flowing intertwined with mine.
The smell, scent, sadness lingers still in bed.
I could have seen it coming, she gave me a sign.
Yet to have and to hold, she inquired.
Despite myself, I inquired as well;
Nothing held, nothing had is what's transpired.
I can only blame me, too easily I fell.
Yet, here I stand, open-book.
She HAS the world in her eyes, if she'd just look.


Details | Crown of Sonnets |

Cocoa

the weather was below zero 
all the windows covered in snow 

the year was nineteen sixty three
everyone gathered around in wait for me

mom's belly was full and oh so tight
small cousins peeked pushed and began to fight

an aunt said you kids please leave the room
mom's face was scared and full of gloom

she knew this baby would be born at home 
the entire family were there she wasn't alone

towels and blankets all at her feet
she turned on her knees and pushed me on a sheet

with no where to go in all of this snow
proud dad passed out cups of hot cocoa

the cocoa was sweet a light shade of brown
people gathered outside from all over town 

dad looked at my skin and came up with a name 
everyone laughed he said this is not a game

she's so sweet skin so brown i already know
that my new daughter's name is now cocoa


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