Babies Poems

Dead Babies

Dead Babies

You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore

Possum

babies on her back
     the possum crossed the river
          a log was her bridge     

He Sleeps Like All Babies

nestled in the lily of the valley leaves is baby swan
He looks all cozy in the droplets of morning dew.
I spied him secured there at daybreak, an April dawn
What a pretty baby, his bill has a teensy touch of blue.
He sleeps like all babies, content, knowing his mama’s love.
He is snug and tidy in plants

The Stars Have Stopped Shining

All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!

All of a

Genocide in Real Time

We cowardly witnessed the genocide of many human beings
Live, live, live in real time
That was an odious, callous and vicious crime
We said nothing, absolutely nothing about the sad and awful events
Many of us were either silent or complacent about everything
Even God was absent and quiet. He did nothing, nothing
Evil doers are not humane; they are

350,000 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

Seven Babies From Heaven

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

baby daddy

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

Midnight Write

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

When Babies Laugh

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

Babies

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!

My furrr babies

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

Chapter 167--- DAMIAN DELILAH MALLORY HOLYANNA: Babies play date and family TALK

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.

Tiny Babies Resembling Infant Jesus

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

babies are messy and smelly

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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