Baby Poems | Examples of Baby Poetry

Yesterday, today, tomorrow. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock, 24 hours, 365 days, cocoon to butterfly, 7 days. Over and over and over. Again. When you turn 5, you become a kid. No more sippy cups or nap time. When you turn 13, you become a teen. No more cartoons and dolls. Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it". When you turn 18, you become an...

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Walter, James, and Carter Little boys Son, Brother, Son One by one, my heart undone. One is one (and a quarter) years tall, Chocolate wisps that softly fall. Forest hazel, bold and sly, Wildfire laughter in his eye. Two is two (well, almost there), Golden curls of sunlit hair. Eyes like ice, so pure, so true, They freeze my heart and smile it blue. Three is three (and a...

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Late bloomer Candour...humour Va Va voomer Or Rumour..groomer Consumer...tumour Boomer espuma ...

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What did I do to you in my past life to get what you give in this one What crime did I commit to you to get you to love me like you do Is there anything I can do to pay for my crimes or will this be my eternal punishment...

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It’s a little complicated - what isn’t? But my plans have changed (again). Under some pressure - but not really - I was able to switch schools. From Johns Hopkins university to the Université Paris Cité. No doubt, the Hopkins acceptance helped. It’s like when you have a boyfriend - how the other boys suddenly find you more attractive? Someone...

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I didn’t see her face. you did! I didn’t get to hear of sweet little girl voice. You did! I didn’t get to hear her say mommy and daddy! You did! I didn’t get to hold her tight. You did! I don’t get to dream about her. You do! I had all the pain, and the blood, and the agony. But in the end...

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Baby you go chop no bodi knew its glory; You go starve for affection Hungry you de going to sidon Go shion darling You’re Jimgru U de going to sidon Go shion darling You’re hungry later on top Baby love me feed me Honey you no get be hungry Wetins go on Baby you go chop Baby you go chop Baby you go chop Baby you go chop 8/4/25 Written words...

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Some places you don’t write about. You survive them. Frost on the telly, piss on the stairs, Smells like bleach, burnt foil, and prayers. Boiler’s gone. Sockets dead. Someone’s screaming. Someone bled. Tinfoil wings fill every bin, Ashtrays stacked with yesterday’s sin. Fridge blows air. The kitchen’s grave— Nothing left, and none to save. Upstairs she rocks a silent kid, Eyes like glass, ribs half-hid. Skin...

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Do not get carried away with a man testifying about you The fleeting and lying world will dump you soon and leave you cold Hard to explain your loyalty when your eyes are closed Folly game they play, holding to unconfessed sins to do Well, a judgment day will end them anyway One thing is for sure, evil has...

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Oh my dear peerless and unhusked paddy, ...

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Though they thought they were in command, God’s timing is perfectly grand. Expectant with seven, there’s chuckles in heaven, “And you thought that this was unplanned?”...

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There lies a land behind the smoke, Where silence screams and hearts are broke Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones And cradles turn to shattered stones Babies cry with lips so dry No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands, Just bones and ruins buried in the sand They queue for crumbs and bleed...

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583 babies in England last year named Yahya Gasp! – in memory of Yahya Sinwar the vilest form of humanity… 594,094 were not ...

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The doors to yesterday are shut tight and locked. Only windows allow quick glimpses... you, face red and angry, eyes shut tight, refusing to accept reality away from your warm, slushy world of heart beats and distant voices. Alas, we are all thrust out into bright lights,...

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I gather the stars in my trembling hands, Though one by one they fall. The night does not ask why I grieve— It simply listens to all. A whisper lost in the willow’s breath, A shadow on the sea, I speak my sorrow to the wind, And let it carry me. The roses close when day is done, But bloom again at dawn— So too...

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