Spring Baby Poems | Spring Poems About Baby

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Details | Rhyme |

Birth of Spring

Winter finally exhales its last frozen breath
as I inhale victory over our duel with death.
Slowly, the snow melts from its deep drifts,
as we cross life's bridge and seek Spring's gifts.

I rise from my bed where I had lain for weeks,
tiptoe to the cradle to see the blush on her cheeks.
Pink glow of health, my child peacefully sleeps
and breathes easy where death no longer creeps.

Finally, life smiles and gives us another chance
as Spring renews the earth in her colorful dance.
Tulips, clover, wisteria in profusion everywhere.
Life is more beautiful when its been given a scare.

Through an opened window, my eyes partake
Irises budding on the banks of the thawed lake.
Water hyacinths being visited by the honey bee.
Visions of Spring I thought I'd never again see.

Baby birds in their nests, call their mothers to be fed.
My little daughter's cheeks are becoming scarlet red.
I'll nurse her hunger with motherly love, missing so long,
while kittens purr, and robins sing an enchanting song.

How glorious it feels to be well and so vibrantly alive.
My precious child and I will now blossom and thrive.
A sun drenched pasture is one of the season's charms.
Tomorrow I'll walk in clover with my babe in my arms.

A prayer to give thanks for this sunshine flowery day
and restored life that almost took hers and mine away.
My garden's finery lavishly adorns sweet Mother Earth.
It's a daffodil day!  A time to enjoy Spring's new birth.

 Spring, an appropriate name I've chosen for my child.
 Precious infant nurtured when Winter winds turned mild.
 Ruffles of pink adorn you like the petals of a cabbage rose.
 I promise to keep you safe, so close your eyes and doze.
 Nymph of my heart, I pray that you become a lovely flower.
 Grow into a woman, sweet as jasmine on a garden bower.

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 Contest was finalized on 4/13/16            Written on 3/20/16

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

First Spring

little hands clap
at first sighting
of a butterfly

little face smiles
at first sighting
of a sunflower

little fingers wriggle
at first sighting
of a centipede

little arms flap
at first sighting
of an eagle

little brow wrinkles
at first sighting
of a squirrel

little cheeks blush
at first sighting
of cherry blossoms

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Leaves Sing a Lullaby

Leaves Sing a Lullaby Sweet and innocent baby, skin of soft powdery scents, kiss of sweet nectar Fields of spring flowers blooming against the hill with delicate rainbow colors dancing to the whispers of the gentle breeze Butterflies and bumble bees emerging from nestled rest and generate igniting the efflorescence of life As the tree’s limbs nestles and cradles the innocent child underneath its shade, gentle breeze flows between emerald green leaves and it sings a lullaby with the whisper of its leaves © 4/29/2015
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

Song of Green Rebirth

Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth
new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth
I carry him close--we grace willow with embrace
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

He speaks with the daffodil, sharing her mirth
and sighs, contented in his own cosmic place
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

I watch as he contemplates the wind chime's verse
while his fingers explore clover woven like lace;
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

Wholly in love with the world in which he's immersed,
drawing from each aspect of the wild rose's grace,
this way, the child learns a song of green rebirth.

To him, every moment so tastily diverse
and our garden, mystical as far reaches of space
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth--
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015

Details | Senryu |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lay |


Sabien, Sr. gathers his weapons to join his son. In his quest to depart knowledge, he must be the wise one. His son heard him speak that Sabien II was the Unicorn in the Warlock’s Garden. Sabien II slept silently amongst the flowers and the trees. Thus far, he had not been transmuted. His father promises his faith. He would change him into a much grandeur state. As the night became day, Sabien, Sr. finds all the herbs that will be needed for transmogrification. He begins to fulfill his promise. He will sup with the Unicorn. At eleven-thirty a.m., Sabien, Sr. beacons for the Unicorn who was patiently waiting under his favorite tree. He responded by entering the Warlock’s Vicinity. The feast started at noon with drink, meats, breads, berries, and so much more. The Unicorn spoke to his father. He was not aware of his metamorphosis. He had transformed to his human image, which is Sabien Allegra Baldwin, II. The splendor of glory shows his father to be a powerful Warlock. Magnificent are both in their opulence. Sabien, Sr. speaks and proclaims his son as the next Warlock. Sabien II recognizes himself as a young man. He stands and accepts his position as the Warlock’s Apprentice. They embraced militantly and voiced their creed… Our spirits must be with the heavens and terrain. Our focus is terrestrial. This is our garden that we must protect. A superfluous and superlative existence we have. Sabien, Sr. speaks, “The revelation of your crossing, Sabien II, is superb. You came as I knew you would.” __________________________________| PENNED JULY 15, 2014. (For the first part, please read the Unicorn in the Warlock's Garden!)

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Precious Dream

Precious moments with soft music on the road,
Beside the green hills,  upward to the tallest mountain
Scents of some spring roses, and flowers,
My beloved bird on the rosy flowered branch
Rose Aroma jealousy-flame of inner fire
Spring cool smooth breeze under an old tree flowers 
Aroma Jealousy getting on 
Is it because rose tree is shorter?
Or of the color, pink rose!?
Or the odorless white flowers!?
O O Oh..
Shared cherry blossoms bless the soul
Made my heart peacefully land 
On calm drizzle cloud smoothly
Slowly moving to the beloved direction
Just all I want to fly from right now 
Yeah to fly
My all dream since childish childhood 
Deep far and so closed!!
I wonder.. of this..!!
And that precious dream.


Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

My pen visioned spring

A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass, 
 spread out on rocky mountains. 
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty. 
Flapping  its wings towards a flower to lay and rest. 
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality. 
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky, 
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring. 
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
 Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of  hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts. 
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Life Spring

springs warming showers                                                                                                                                                little birds sing, their first chirps                                                                                                                                                          new blooms of color

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |


your the moon
you light up a room
your bright
for me just right
your all that love bring

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Spring Flowers

Spring Flowers

A plush decorum of vibrant illuminated colors
 The leaves spurn through its plight
 Colored leafy flowers abound
 A loving tender touch...

 Nestled in the deep ambiance to flow
 Shadow boxes lifted off the ground
 hands, eyes & ears
 A clever host of a beautiful display to behold,

 Faces in the window with storms in the night...
 We have erected pyramids to help honor the dead
 Mark my word a willingness to explore so much more
 Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call

 Orange, green & blue
 We have bitten off far more then we could chew
 A solemn solace venture...
 The sound of nature's beckoning call

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017