Boy Baby Poems | Examples
These Boy Baby poems are examples of Baby poems about Boy. These are the best examples of Baby Boy poems written by international poets.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy.
His luxurious fur is softly styled.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
A true sidekick, his help may get me riled.
Our love keeps growing for our sweet boy.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
Our family life is his true glee.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
Being a cat is truth he cannot see.
Raja heels so no problems on a trip.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
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, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)
Let’s get poetic-ish..
I said,
“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying.”
Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?
"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
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 you have brightened my whole world.
My blue-eyed boy.
The irony of men’s life journey.
Man sees first light through the gap between his mother’s legs.
He spend most of his life trying to slip back into a gap.
The baby comes into this world wearing a hoody.
A doctor decides that the hoody must go, snip, snip.
The baby, the boy, the man, the old man’s head exposed
to the elements, except when entering the holy of holy’s.
Over eighty years have passed, time and fate has altered.
Gravity and age has shortened the height of ones stature
and added inches, feet and pounds to man’s girth.
Old age, has shrunk the length of the head of the family.
Old age, and all that that implies, leaves a negative impact.
As man looks down at the head of the family, the family jewels.
All he observes is sagging sacks and the hoody he lost as a baby.
B. J. “A” 2
June 3rd, 2025
She wore a ribbon red as flame,
he carved her secret in his name.
They danced beneath the open skies,
with stars like lanterns in their eyes.
The campfire laughed, the horses swayed,
the fiddles sang while nightbirds prayed.
Their vows were stitched with whispered thread,
"Till death," they swore, "no tears to shed."
But Fortune's wheel turned rough and wild--
the lawman came to claim their child.
A fortune-teller saw too late--
the cards had sealed a crooked fate.
They rode like ghosts through iron rain,
the mountains swallowed up their pain.
Yet dawn betrayed their broken flight--
two shadows fell in dying light.
The caravan still hums their song,
a love too bright, a loss too strong.
And every fire that gypsies light,
still weeps for them across the night.
Some say when midnight paints the skies,
you'll hear their laughter where it lies--
two spirits twirling hand in hand,
forever free across the land.
I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young version of me—
rocking and singing a lullaby
to my newborn baby girl,
with a full head of dark hair.
By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair—
a million-dollar family.
Sighing contently, I hold them close to me.
A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
I heard your exciting news today
A brand new baby on the way
Congratulations to you and your man
I’m so delighted to be a great gran
Your mum is happy, she waited a while
And ecstatic dad has a permanent smile
But remember my dear this is not a toy
It’s real live baby, girl or boy.
Have you thought of a name for this bundle of joy ?
The baby sat joyfully on her lap
The mother on his tender thighs did tap
It tickled the boy to laugh and laugh
He was just one and a half
Both invariably enjoyed that sport
No one came in between their fun to abort
The baby had such fairy grace
Kiss after kiss she planted on his face
The blissful pair looked ever so cute
Who on earth can their oneness thwart?
Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.
Baby boy
I know you're in a better place,
Along with God's saving grace.
I knew you only for a while,
And so many times you made me smile.
Wish me God's blessings,
Down here on earth.
And know that I tried to watch over you,
Even before your birth.
God had a reason,
That he took you away.
He loves you more,
But I'll see you someday
I wish I knew,
What was best for you and I.
And I can not promise,
That I won't cry.
I'll always keep you,
Deep down in my heart.
Because you were my,
Baby boy from the start.
Although you didn't,
Shine down here on earth.
You're shining in heaven,
In God's perfect garden.
Sitting in a dim room I wait
I start to hesistate
Should I leave or should I stay
I feel like I'm only going to get in the way
Suddenly the door opens
And a man smiles
It's a girl he says
It was worth the while
Im going to be a father
Why was my mind playing would I rather
I'm so glad I stayed
I look at the little bundle of joy
Tell the wife I'm glad it's a girl even though I secretly wanted a boy
We named her molly
And put her in a little pram which had a brolly
We took her to our house
She was a quiet as a little mouse
She hardly cried
Even though she sometimes tried
We was never tired
Run ragged or wired
We were proud of our molly
As she grew up
We got her a little pup
She did acting and dancing
Was award winning
In our eyes
And to our surprise
She was older and getting married
Our molly was now a proud parent to a little girl
Our hearts did a giddy whirl
For our molly and her little girl pearl
The flame of life, a fragile spark,
Across generations, leaves its mark.
A single cell, a microscopic dance,
Begins the journey, given a chance.
Within the cradle, safe and warm,
Divisions multiply, weathering the storm.
A blueprint emerges, a complex design,
Two sets of instructions, forever combined.
From tiny bud to beating heart,
A marvel arises, a work of art.
Brain takes shape, with senses keen,
Lungs prepare to breathe the unseen.
The miracle appears, a wondrous sight,
Two halves combine, bathed in gentle light.
New life emerges, a precious quest,
A legacy carried, put to the test.
Reproduction dance, a vital thread,
Weaving the future, from the living and dead.
Through countless generations, the story is spun,
Species preserved, bathed in eternal sun.
It's not just love that fuels the fire,
But the primal urge, a burning desire.
To leave a mark, on the sands of time,
A continuation, a legacy sublime.
So next time you see a child at play,
Remember the journey, that led them your way.
A chain unbroken, a circle complete,
Reproduction dance, a future so sweet.
The rain that had been falling all morning had dissipated
but dark clouds still covered the sky.
For some unknown reason she glanced at the clock
and noted the time
Simultaneously the clouds parted
and the sun streamed in through the large bay window
Filling the room with light and warmth
It only lasted a few minutes then the sky clouded over again
An hour or so later the phone rang,
“Great news.” Said her daughter, “you have a great grandson.”
“He was born at 1:26 pm precisely”
1:26 pm precisely,
when the sun had streamed into her room.
He brought with him sunshine, that boy.
as his twenty two years have proven.
Sleep tight your mom guards thee
Keep light for song bards be
Singing to you all through dreams
Bringing true blue fall moon beams
Don't take breath from dear sweet boy
Won't wake yet,come near, meet joy
Before you come to us
Every day your parents dreamt of you
And they try to imagine your beautiful face
I know every day you prayed for your son
And at that time you could picture your baby in your arms
Your little boy will always be your Rainbow Baby boy
I know it was very tough for you
But you guys never gave u hope
I know you cried a lot with plenty of tears
And you guys have had a lot of tough times
I know when you are born
You will make life with your parents
A much brighter place, and brings so much
Love than your parents could ever imagine
I guess you will always call your son
The Rainbow Baby
Because rainbows are always hard to find
And in the end, you will get
That special pot of gold
Your Rainbow Baby