Babies Poems - Poems about Babies

350,000 are babies born each day across our planet Earth. They look to us, their parents and adults, to give their hopes and dreams and wishes birth. To teach them how to use their voice to communicate… their ears to listen and their eyes to truly see… To teach them how everyone deserves their love their respect, their compassion, their...

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Write Seven Beautiful Lines With A Twist Poetry Contest Constance La France With seven new rows added to their garden the grass is greener By Author At the hospital the media is following the birth of septuplets The headliner is a mother, who brought seven JEWELS to life Six girls and boy join their mother and father couplets As the husband's SHADOW...

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How many women here have been impregnated by Elon Musk? looking for hands He plans to repopulate the planet single handedly - well, not handed exactly - you know what I mean. In Australia, great swaths of Texas, and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender, because his sperm is legal tender. Factoid: you might catch a disease, he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize and...

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Muse where are you come rescue me From the abyss of my boring poetry I wish to float and flow endlessly To bring a new perspective to bravely lead I try to grow but I’m stuck in rhyme zone My skills are limited and my words not long I prefer simple as I am simple like a song Who’s melody...

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When babies laugh There's no graph made To map my joy!...

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Old people remember They remember the babies And the babies are terrifying! Suddenly they rise up Grab power in their greedy little hands And don't remember anything!...

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My Furr Babies The echoes of their playful purrs, A haunting melody that forever stirs. Cooter, Biscuit, Gizmo, my feline crew, Left behind, a heartache tearing through. Cooter, the apple of my eye, so bold and grand, A mischievous glint, a playful paw at hand. Biscuit, my cuddlebug, a soft and gentle soul, Curled in my lap, a comforting control. Gizmo, my toddler, with...

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September 2051 End of Autumn breeze sweet and gentle Fluttering the garden as it passed. Holly was on video phone with her parents 8 morning time. "Mommy you and dad should be here for the babies play date. Dad too okay? You are invited." The father chimed in while her mother accepted the invitation....

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One we were tiny babies resembling infant Jesus; Mary's graceful smile illuminated his joyful face that angels adored! And this heavenly child wrapped in humble linens was prophesized to be a supreme king over people and nations; Erode feared Him from birth: he killed all babies! Love these tiny babies resembling infant Jesus; cuddle them, admire their innocence: they're the sight of pure blissfulness! Many are...

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If you are squeamish you may not be ready to be a mother babies are messy and smelly their odors are horrible they spit up and squirt out your clothes will never be the same toddlers eat dirt, sand and bugs. there is no time to be finicky or prissy the average person consumes eight spiders a year in their sleep, knowing this might make...

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I am a woman never owned a bomb factory ever I taught my babies to love be kind to give the hours are dark blood everywhere I whispers to them never hate if I am gone ...

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their skin is a different color than anyone else’s in the room; a color reserved for babies. Even toddlers do not have this kind of hue. they are rotund; they have the fullest tummies. They are unbelievably stinky when they spirt out their mother’s milk. we call them babies. babies are puffy rubenesque and full chubby squared up and farty...

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I could write so many words Created to move, shake, and inspire growth But I'd rather tell you of babies in baskets Mothers placing offspring in steel cages To ensure their continual safety While piling food, toys, and drinks On top of tiny legs Making sure eyes are on the screen Feeding empty mouths with scavenged product ...gotta bounce babies in baskets Written by Trudy...

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She says she prefers weed That its as wholesome as green trees But if she’s a marijuana queen Why can’t she do more than eat Babies need their mothers Men need their lovers But her only desperate desire Is to set Mary Jane on fire Is it a gateway drug For many it is a help For her it’s not enough She mooches off everyone else Maybe...

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Take those two away and all you have is me A stranger to all A victim to some A worthless cause No growth in mind It's an endorsement to failure There is an anchor in my life But it is not her It's the battle with in me The war for comfort in my own skin The battle still wages on The only casualty seems to...

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