Best Baby Death Poems
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.
There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.
Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.
~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
Francine Roberts
A WISH -- In Memory Of
"I Wish"
I wish I could blow air into your little lungs,
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world.
Hold your little body warm,
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....
I wish,
I could look into your daring eyes,
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts!
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O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
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How I wish you could be,
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this and make
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.
In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 --- RIP March 25, 2013
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by;PD :-(
"Still Born"
Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is still sleeping
Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is off dreaming
Shh!! Mommy, before you wake her: “My baby sister!”
Now look what you have done, you gone and woke her!
Please, mommy do not tell her what you expect and will concur.
She is silently listening to the unique secret found in every waking minute.
Making movements, imposing that her dreams come with no limit.
Shh!! Mommy, she is dreaming again,
Waiting for another day to end,
Hasting the way you count every minute before she arrives.
Shh!! Mommy, she is not ready yet.
She told me a secret when I press my ear near your nest.
She is hesitating the moment for you to hear her newborn cries.
She is not ready for you to count her fingers and look into her eyes.
She likes it in your womb where it is nice and warm.
She is in a dream protected by a place where angels swarm.
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Dear:
Mommy I fell asleep when you sang that beautiful lullaby..
Mommy, mommy, I’m ready to see her: “My baby sister!”
I want to play with her- Is she everything we dreamed of.
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I’m sorry mommy, I do not understand why you cry!
I was not there when the angels woke her without saying goodbye.
Mommy, why did God call and take her home?
Mommy, I am still here, please do not feel alone.
Shh!! Mommy, do not cry no more.
Mommy, please wipe those tears and show me how to be brave.
Mommy, stop, listen, and feel her smile and wave.
She will always listen, when you visit her grave.
Hi, mommy, why don't you stand by her grave anymore?
Mommy, I see you weep no more.
Mommy is she no longer asleep nor in dreams?
Is she in a better land with no trials and deems?
Mommy, now I see everyone’s heart is clear, and no longer stillborn.
Mommy, now life must go on, and in it, we will always have time to mourn.
**
One more thing, mommy thank you for holding my hand,
I am just a sibling, who needed time to understand.
by;PD
((for contest))
AMERICAN DREAMS SMASHED TO SMITHEREENS
Miss American pie has a dream -
whipped cream of tijuana brass.
Groovy tunes quit on smoking grass.
Frisbee LP like steaming saucers crash.
The homecoming court is plastered.
What could possibly be the matter?
Moon rockets in flight, rock me all night baby.
There were stars in my eyes, as lala land denied.
In my crib the beatles rock me to sleep,
while Tate’s fetus stares at the Helter Skelter light.
7/28/2017
Chosen song: American Pie
Snowy tombs
quiet grace
angel
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misty . . .
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azure decay- words twine
Mommy
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December 19, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Death
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9741-91-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
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Poem of the Day week of December 10, 2017
the wind blew that day
the hearse shiny black
the coffin so small
for a baby boy-
weeping filled the air
a lullaby
slipped from my lips
in the wild wind-
drifting with tears
with heads bowed
hearts broken
he left us -
on small
angel-
wings
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December 10, 2019
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/the wind beneath angel wings
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1206-643-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pick A Title, Vol 12, Diminished Hexaverse
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #2- The Wind Beneath Angel Wings
First Place
The curtain of pain fell upon us as we stood,
at his tomb and snow kissed our quivering lips;
my voice was lead and it seemed I was made of wood,
the air cold chilled and I recall a wind that whips.
Pulling my raven hair like a flowing river,
tangles entwined and I could not help but quiver;
the scar on my soul was bleeding for my baby,
would I ever love like this again- m a y b e . . .
That moment was to be a shadow on the wall of time,
and our sorrow a vine that will forever climb;
I stood sobbing in this place of decaying- apart,
from my husband who was stone etched to his heart.
Never again would he smile at me with unbidden joy,
the drums of our life rolled and ceased on that day;
alone- I would be the one bringing roses for our baby boy,
for from that day my husband was a man made of clay.
Then, the clouds sailed across the sky as I stood weeping;
when he left me one winter day - for his forever sleeping.
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April 18, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/The Curtain of Pain Fell Upon Us
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1135-713-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Verse of Metaphors 3
sponsor, Lu Loo, Inspiration #3 Image
First Place
I can hear them from here
Their wails and cries
I can see their tears from here
They are the babies I wasn't bold enough to birth
Babies my stomach wasn't strong to carry
Babies I killed before they saw the light of the world
They were sleeping peacefully inside me
Growing graciously within me
Until I took the pills
And first it was their head
I felt as it dissolved into blood
Each moment of pain
I could hear them asking me
Why Mama?
Why not give us a chance to be the best God wants us to be?
I felt them fighting terribly for life inside me
All I could do was to hold my stomach
As I rounded into a ball in the corner of my sorrow
Then slowly I felt life slip out of them
And slowly the fighting ceased in a loud silence
As I looked down, I felt between my thighs, a fluid
But it wasn't blood, but the dreams and Ambitions my babies could have had
All streaming down my thighs
'My MA and PA will scold me'
' I don't want shame all over me ' I begged
Then like angels without wings, I saw them! All in white
They were two beautiful boys ...
Boys I could have given the best I never had
'I'm sorry ' I uttered
Then slowly they turned their backs and left
And written on the path they stood was
YOU KILLED US.
(This is to children who were too perfect for the world to see)
[Verse 1]
You were our happy dreams, shining like the stars,
The sparkle in our eyes, no matter where we are.
You were our destiny, like the sun in the sky,
But time keeps rolling on, and we wonder why.
[Chorus]
Nothing is set in stone, that’s the way it goes,
Life’s unexpected turns, the highs and the lows.
The Lord gives and takes, with purpose so divine,
He makes no mistakes, even as we walk this line.
[Verse 2]
Oh, how we cherish moments, each laugh and every tear,
In the dance of life, you always brought us cheer.
Though you’ve passed by now, you’re never truly gone,
In the echoes of our hearts, your memory lives on.
[Chorus]
Nothing is set in stone, that’s the way it goes,
Life’s unexpected turns, the highs and the lows.
The Lord gives and takes, with purpose so divine,
He makes no mistakes, even as we walk this line.
[Bridge]
It’s going to take some time, only God knows how long,
For Him to mend our hearts, help us stand strong.
Goodbye is never easy, but love will find a way,
In the quiet whispers, your spirit’s here to stay.
[Verse 3]
We're looking to the future, painting through the pain,
With each brush of your laughter, we can smile again.
Though shadows may linger, light will break through,
In every cherished memory, we will carry you.
[Outro]
So we hold you close, our guiding star above,
With every step forward, we’ll honor your love.
In the tapestry of life, you’re woven deep within,
In every beat of our hearts, that’s where your story begins.
No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
*
Even though this is the last chance to see you,
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying,
I won't come.
*
It's the most difficult decision
I've ever made in my life.
However, it is much easier for me
than to continue rending my dignity.
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I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!
I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
come the next dawn- I will be withered gone.
A girl brought me to this vast place of deep tears,
her sad weeping wet my soft red velvet petals;
she had plucked me from my shade in her little garden,
oh, I was so happy there growing by the fence.
I heard her say the word baby in her sadness,
then she placed me gently on this cold tomb to die;
will I bring the baby peace- will the baby know me,
soon we are alone, baby and me- hello I whisper.
My name is Rose, soon I will join you in the other world,
that night I watched the moon and stars above;
for the last time I knew the dawn and then I gasped,
all was still - I was in the hand of a child.
The child pressed me to his lips and kissed me beautiful,
my petals were no longer brittle cold but lovely;
and here we lay under the blue azure sky and cool earth,
a rose and a baby boy, joined in death by eternal love.
For years we listen to birds singing and wind sighing,
the rain gently falling and snowflakes drifting in winter;
birds in circled flight above and distant whispers of love,
and the tears of an old woman falling on our tomb.
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August 23, 2016
Verse/Personification/Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 16-822-769-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, And In The Words, She Blooms
sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
I will never, ever forget that last sweet kiss,
while holding my baby boy to my beating heart;
then, I had to let him drift up to his abyss,
I would give my own life so that he not depart.
While holding my baby boy to my beating heart,
my boy who never got to see the azure sky;
I would give my own life- so that he not depart,
asking my God why, why him, why not let me die.
My boy who never got to see the azure sky,
I would have given him all my knowledge each day;
I ask my God why, why him, why not let me die,
and now I go to his small lonely grave to pray.
I would have given him all my knowledge each day,
oh, the day he was buried, I was made of stone;
and now I go to his small lonely grave to pray,
I have no emotion- I am ice to the bone.
Oh, the day he was buried, I was made of stone,
then, I had to let him drift up to his abyss;
I have no emotion- I am ice to the bone,
but will never, ever forget that last sweet kiss.
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November 27, 2018
Poetry/Pantoum/The Last Kiss
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1089-244-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Last . . .
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
You were born on the eve
of the silent drone tracer lights
Three hours before the bombs first fell
This would be the only peace
your war baby eyes would ever see
Destruction was the sound of your tattered
and rattling nursery
You learned to walk among the rubble and debris
You learned to talk amid the klaxon alarms blaring incessantly
Fear soured your mother's milk daily,
as the bombs kept falling nonstop
Your war baby eyes
only saw heaven as fire in the sky
Death greeted you from the first moment you arrived,
it took your sister that day at night
Your war baby eyes,
and your numbed infant cries,
made loving you a luxury
Just surviving was a miracle indeed
Sad war baby eyes
can still be seen in the man you've become
Peace forever elusive, still you seek to see
where the unending pain came from
the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life
the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and forth
on roseate walls
while obtuse thoughts
peek in and out of mind
like the indigent moon
shrouded by clouds
she suckles on thoughts
as she kisses the infant
the press of hard glass
kissing back through the edges
of her delirium
she tries to mediate
in her sleepless mind
between lifeless beats
faded in egregious moments
that fate pillaged from hope
and the pleas of unanswered prayers
as they fell like rituals
night after night
awakening to cockcrow
her tears bleed
against crimson flesh
as she rocks
hands empty
alone
August 16, 2019
Of Passing Cloud
- Roger White
Unaware of the world below, a wispy cloud suspended between Heaven and Earth
drifts westward against an azure sky…
…blithely
As if coaxed by an unseen presence or hastened by a gentle call,
reaches the setting sun of the western horizon…
…quietly
Awash in hues of gold, beautiful and radiant,
delicate tendrils touch the night’s first stars…
…gently
A wispy cloud escapes the bonds of Earth,
ascends into the embrace of Heaven…
…peacefully