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.
My Sweet Girl
Giddy baby, giggles and dimples,
hardly ever cried
Except when time for Mommy’s awaking,
With patient eyes she spied.
Humming with gurgling baby sounds,
Hair wispy softly curled,
Watching down the hall to catch me,
By precious, my sweet girl.
Quietly at play all the while,
two fingers in her mouth,
By chance If hearing my door open,
Only then she cried aloud.
If I could skip across the hall,
Bathroom just across from my room,
It must be done without a sound
I would quickly zoom.
But if she saw me my sweet girl,
would loudly make it known
Cries interpreted “Aha! I see you!
Your cover has now been blown!”
A baby will be born; I don't know when.
I'll take care of them the best that I can.
I'll give them love and affection beyond tomorrow,
So I won't have to say, "Baby, I'm sorry."
I'll take care of them and give them everything
That the virtues of the world cannot bring.
Make every moment special so life brings them joy.
I will love every moment spent with them, whether it's a girl or a boy.
I’ll be able to raise them to not have any doubts
And teach them the truth of what life is all about.
So when they are married and living on their own,
It lets me know that we did everything right with the blessing from "The Father and The Son."
Something I did with the spouse -
Presto! A new addition in the house.
And now, we two, are both beguiled,
you guessed, by a baby child.
Heaven forbid she cry or frown.
Suddenly, we play the clown
to make sure that she has smiled,
our little baby child.
With five cute toes on tiny feet,
sometimes crying, sometimes sweet,
I hope, today, her mood is mild,
our capricious baby child.
She's growing up, now, our little girl,
but she still wears a little curl.
She's something joyous, something wild,
to be sure, a child.
Dear sunset girl
(the moon's pale pearl) -
from Heaven you fell
(or a wishing well)
in a starlight swirl,
like Tinkerbell.
I suppose
your wrinkled nose
and twinkling eyes
and twinkle toes
(my gay surprise)
is my new grand prize.
Before boy and girl,
in starlight's swirl,
('fore that inkling,
my eyes a-twinkling)
in a star's dust,
like all things must,
there blew a gust -
but who could hear
one so dear
in the music
of the spheres?
As you were made,
who heard
the stardust serenade?
A Thing Of Beauty part I
To beautify her furthermore
would take divine intervention
baby girl so long ago, I did adore
all grown with baby of her own
O forevermore, dusky jewel
beyond celestial dimension,
of generations hers & ours sewn
impervious love thru time & space
the cosmos, yours
meteor showers cannot erase
As adorable as her winning smile
Laughter of hers is so infectious
Every soul is pulled into her orbit
X marks the spot in my heart where
A bright light in her smile penetrated
Never failing to charm all and sundry
Dazzlingly prepossessing she sure is
Rare gift that simply keeps on giving
A baby girl with alabaster innocence
Crying,
you held me tight.
Baby's needs are all met,
I can feel your big loving arms.
Your girl.
Time flies,
growing up fast.
Learning to bike and skate,
homework, dance and driving a car.
My dad.
The old man advanced in senility
Slim chance of hand at fertility
But the call girl was great
Said he fathered her babe
Despite question of his virility
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.
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".
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
Once was a girl named Desire
She was known to be quite a liar
She birthed a child
The issue now
Is which boyfriend is the true sire