Girl Baby Poems | Examples
These Girl Baby poems are examples of Baby poems about Girl. These are the best examples of Baby Girl poems written by international poets.
Within her frame, a world is formed,
A heartbeat echoes, soft and warm.
Yet hope is stitched with threads of pain,
A sacred journey, not in vain.
She walks with feet too weary, sore,
Each step a trial, yet she bears more.
Restless nights with fleeting dreams,
Her body stretched at fragile seams.
A sudden craving grips her soul,
For sour fruits, or bitter bowl.
Strange hungers rise without a call,
She longs, she yearns, she wants it all.
Her back bends low, her breath runs thin,
The tide of labor swells within.
She grips the night, she bites the day,
As life prepares to carve its way.
And when the pain breaks like the sea,
Hope crowns her womb with victory.
Her cries give birth to sweetest song,
A mother’s strength, eternal, strong.
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 we both are without her everyday!
(Dedicated to Peyton)
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 so much, i’m so proud
so happy she exists, she’s changed my life around.
mascara in hand,
strawberry tank top slays—
nap time can wait, girl.
I had a dream where you were my super girl
My Heroine, the one that could save my heart from breaking
My heroin my worst addiction
You were in my veins
Running in my blood into my heart
Raising me higher I became high
I felt safe with you in my veins
You drove away my pain
Without pain I did gain
A girl, my super heroine
My super girl
With your power you raised me to the stars
Hoping I could see Krypton
So I'd meet your parents
But it was already destroyed
Then we held on to our love
I awoke, maybe a fairy tale would prosper
We live happily ever after, in my day world
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 ?
A young couple next door just had a new girl,
They looked at me for ideas so I gave it a whirl.
Since she’s a gem,
I’d name her Kim,
Both quickly replied that our Gem will be Pearl.
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.
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
It's the happiest time in a man's life when he becomes a father for the first time.
Quote by poet.
My wife's said "It's time", so we got in the car and headed for the hospital.
She was booked in, and I sat patiently in the waiting room feeling anxious.
About an hour later one of the nurses took me down to the delivery suite,
after ten minutes anxiety turned to joy when the midwife said, "It's a girl".
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.
Nine months is a very long time
From the day of conception
When a new life is created
The waiting begins
So does the hope and planning
All climaxing in hours of labor
When that little boy or girl comes
They burst into the world
Taking their first breath
Then they start crying their lungs out
But, when they open their eyes and look at you
At that moment stress becomes happiness
And your son or daughter becomes your life
© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
Time has come to prepare
For that little one there
The life of a baby
Is like a relationship with a lady
Babies are joy, love and fun
They're pampered and cared for by everyone
Babies are the sweetest people on earth
But oh! what pain you go through at birth
This may be your first baby shower
To be remembered, with each passing hour
Just think, if it's a girl
Then you can give her some curls
But if it's a boy
You only need to give him a toy
Please don't go astray
That's the life of a baby
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: July 2003
Inspiration: Innocence of children