Baby(A) Poems - Poems about Baby(A)

'Both Sides Now' on YouTube Music by Joni Mitchell Poet's lyrics: Bows on solemn flower blooms and scented layers of flared perfume flow down rows of headstones and tombs. I've looked at death that way. But now I tend to ask God why people visit and freshly cry. All know when our precious ones die they rise on His stairway. I've looked at death from both...

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I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby and a member of the educated Elite. In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories. I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year. I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy, until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome,...

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Blue-eyed baby. Eyes as blue as the ocean. Hair as blonde as the sand at the shore. Blue-eyed baby, how you’ve changed my world. Blue-eyed boy, how you’ve grown. How I love you more than all the shells in the sea. Shine, my beautiful blue-eyed boy, may you brighten the day of everyone you meet as...

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Twin babies float in their mother’s womb growing strong they'll be delivered soon communicating to each other in their way experiencing so much, and much to say Twin one said, shaking his head,” we are getting old… and soon we'll be delivered as foretold. Do you think brother, there will be more? A life after delivery on that far shore?” Twin...

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She loves to twirl and jump expressing without a care This is a girl that has big curly hair her eyes filled with life, makes me want to hug her with all my might. She can’t sit still, always has something to do Using her imagination, how I wish I could look inside too. She’s grown...

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I'll take them one by one Won't think too far ahead Day by day until that day When someday's here, instead When someday's now today When waiting is no more When baby steps turn somersaults I'll cartwheel to your door...

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My baby Fumi She never fools me She always gives me butterflies In my tummy She's so funny But not cunning She's just like my mummy She always stands for, by and with me. She always puts me Under detention Without pressure or tension But just to gain my attention Because I take her to different dimensions Leading...

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I found her spirit heartbroken; she needed someone who would listen. Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten as on and on she labored, outspoken. In time, her story would in part, soak in; she wanted her baby to be christened. I found her spirit heartbroken; she needed someone who would listen. A neighbor’s harsh words had woken her to the fact,...

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Sleep, little baby Aaru, Tonight the sky writes your name in light. You will blaze. You will scatter joy like seeds. You will be the light that makes darkness dance....

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Baby Duck Testing Boundaries – Not A Swan If I Could Choose My Superpower, “Oh Genie Of The 1001 Lamps… All Lamp Lights…” It Would Be Non-Conformity… Perspectives Are Hidden Everywhere, Many Still Absolutely Unique. And Because It’s An Actual Power, Nobody Can Say: “He's One Of Those, Or He's One Of These.. We Know That Kind, Make Sure It's Fixed…” Because It Is SUPER! No Need To Fix. If This Sounds Familiar To...

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Facial expressions carrying the first dreams that have never known the word impossible Dreams sparkling with tomorrow's victory dances, belly laughs, pure joy that multiplies with every heartbeat! ...

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mom fed baby birds pushed out of the nest by mom they must learn to fly ...

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Mother's arms reach across any distance. Your breath becomes her heartbeat. Love flows like morning light through eyes that see all of you. In your blood runs love, steady as sleep, bright as stars. Birds call your name in gardens you've never seen. Flowers wait, remembering your small hands. Old songs echo forward you inherit belonging like breath. Past, present, future the world turns...

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Your smiles frozen over, and you stand tall above the water like an iceberg, so tall and elegant in your presentation. But surface-level trickery can’t fool or satiate my scuba diver curiosity. I see through your poorly constructed ruse. I prep my gear, dive deep into your ocean, and discover that underneath the surface-level beauty lies dormant a bummock of cuts and bruises. The true nature of things, the true nature...

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You were my baby doll and I owned you for almost seven years. You were my all time favorite dog and I wish you were still here. You were very special, wonderful and unique. When I found you dead, it was sad and bleak. I had to dig a hole and bury you in the ground. I would be happier...

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