Notes About The Poem

Listen to poem:

Cries Comes Coos

Wails of a child unknown to me, Capriciously about my lobes. Troubles me most disturbingly, Generates many tears that holds. If it were mines, tender the touch, My soul, my heart, they would both be. Extended warmths will be so much, Eyes be wide opened to receive. A surprise to be, of its hold, At a distance I turned and saw, The once wailing child looked so bold, Child cracks a smile at me with awe. This be so unexpectedly, What be within me emanates, Outstretched it did invisibly, Delights of three now resonates. Departure of three that it be, Their hearts they will be now comforts, Three souls unites with so much glee, Parts knowing of the warm efforts. Date: 06/09/2019 Syllable Counter checked 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Krutsinger Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 11:44 PM
Whenever I hear a child cry out, I always turn, be it my child or a child I have never met. It is the mom/dad/grandma/grandpa/aunt/uncle in us. "Wails of a child unknown to me, Capriciously about my lobes. Troubles me most disturbingly," Nice one.
Kelii Kekaula Avatar
June 10, 2019 at 12:04 AM
Yes, 'tis true of the innateness with us Caren, Aloha William
Proxenos Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 10:57 AM
You are a very kind soul William - your poetry gives your gentle heart away - inciently that beautiful baby you hold has your eyes! Hugs, Jennifer.
Kelii Kekaula Avatar
June 9, 2019 at 11:14 AM
An astute awareness exudes truly Jennifer, Aloha William
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace