Babies Poems - Poems about Babies

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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