Best Deathbaby Poems
*A POEM FOR MY BELOVED NEICE*
I REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU AND HELD
YOU IN MY ARMS
YOU WERE SO GENTLE, PRETTY, AND CALM
I REMEMBER THE DAY YOUR FATHER AND I GAVE YOU THE NAME “REE REE”
I NEVER KNEW TODAY YOU WOULD’NT BE ABLE
TO SEE ME
I HAD BIG PLANS FOR MY NEICE AND I
BUT I NEVER KNEW HER PLAN WAS TO MAKE
ME CRY
MY BABY RHIANNA YOU’RE GONE FROM MY SIGHT BUT NEVER FROM MY MINDI
PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR BROTHER AND YOUR PARENTS
THEY WILL BE FINE
MY BABY MEMORIES OF YOU ARE HER E TO STAY
WE LOVE YOU “REE-REE”, I WILL SEE YOU IN
HEAVEN SOME DAY
Precious Little Baby,
Not Yet Born.
Passes Before He's
Given
A Chance To See
The World.
Mother's Heart
Torn Open,
The Many Tears
She Cries.
Yet She Has
Come To Terms
With The Loss Of
Baby Boy.
I'm Sure That Our
Lord Jesus
Has Taken This
Baby Boy,
For He Has Got
Good Reason
For Him To Not Be
Born.
I Hope That Baby
Boy
Knows He Will Be
Missed.
He'll Look Down From
Heaven
And See The Tears
His Family's Shed.
This Baby Boy, You
See, Will Never Have
The "Firsts".
The Many Firsts That
Come
With Each Year Of
His Life:
No First Baby Tears.
No First Baby Years.
No First Baby Steps.
No First Baby Words.
Goodbye My Precious
Nephew,
I Will Not Forget,
The Anticipation That
I Felt,
While Waiting For Your
Birth.
You're In A Better Place
Now.
And You'll See What
Heaven's Worth.
The Beauty Which
Surrounds You.
And The Overwhelming
Love.
The Good Lord Who
Created You,
Will Hold You In His Arms.
He'll Embrace You And
Protect You.
And Make Sure You're
Not Forgotten.
Three baby squirrels in
the street, cleaving
to their dead mother,
so confused to why she
is not moving, as cars
slow down and go around
These presious little ones,
but no one stops to help
them, but keep going on,
running in circles around
dear mother, not knowing
they are all alone now.
Written 6-21-11
A friend of mine told me about thes baby squirrels he saw in the street, so thought I would
write a poem about it. I didn't see but it made me reall sad.
Play da camera man…for ya can
grab the photo clip and flirt ..so hip
sling that gangsta drivel..for sure
reeks of evil the worm in da core..
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me
Frame me, shame me, claim me
you mother **** whores
wid yer minimum wage stores
holdin down the frame
messin wid my claim
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me
Free de people ..let me Moses be
cause Im gonna part de red sea
part dat sea for ya
da sea of yer dream..
the plan of yer scheme
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me.
Martyr me baby yer playin de plan
cause ya made my day..left me dancing
I’m no back up man…
an I done wrong but who hasn’t …sh**
but dontya sing no sad..sad..song fa me
We all been bit*ches and well all get lit
So sing my jive songs baby
flash my my pretty face
life aint black and white
least I left a trace.............
She watched over me everyday and night she always knew what to say when tears
filled my eyes.
She taught me how to believe, live, love myself, and be strong she taught me what
a good heart will get you in the long run.
She held my hand even when I wasn’t afraid she told me I was beautiful everyday.
She accepted me for who I was and not what she wanted me: to be she told me the
best motivation will come from within me.
She told me this little secret that help me get through life and till this day I never
ask her why.
She told me “baby you have to smile sometimes to hide your pain your only regret
will be to look down on yourself because others do, love yourself before you love
the next and stay away from negative people.”
She was always talking about angels and how they can come in different disguise I
never question her or attempt to ask her why.
As I grew older I ask for an angel but I never knew that my whole life an angel lived
with me and that’s when God called her to her final sleep.
“Father could I have my angel back?” I wept one night.
And he came to me in disguise.
I ask my grandmother one night “will Mommy ever come back to say goodbye?”
“She’s here by spirit not body baby and goodbye she will never say because she still
lives on with us till this day.”
I could never understand why I couldn’t see my fallen angel before me.
“Sometimes you have to small baby to hide your pain” I could hear my great
grandmother say so I smile like it was my last day.
Still yet I fail to believe that my fallen angel has left this world without saying
goodbye to me.
How did I get here
why am I on this highway I don't remember why
why would I drive to Denver
what does the sign say up ahead Coeur D'Alene
that means I'm going north
that's good right, tell me north is good
when do I turn when do I go east when do I turn right?
this highway I know it been here before been here so many times
don't remember when don't remember why
when did they put in those switchbacks I wouldn't have come this way
if I'd known they were here would have taken a different route
drive rough dog in my lap he doesn't like switchbacks doesn't like drive
it's ok I say I pet his head soft as a puppy's
at the bottom it's gravel the road stops I have to get out nowhere to go
where do I go when the road runs out the dog pulls away I say stop don't pull
stay
my stomach hurts getting worse why does it hurt so bad
and where are you going baby baby baby wake up
wake up he says it's all over it's over they got it all
he's leaning over me, they got it all it's benign you're good it's all good
my stomach hurts I said they give me morphine
I was dying I tell him I saw it I was driving there I remember I've seen it before
how could I see it before how could I know it so well because I don't know it at all
he looks away, dream about death all you want baby he says but you're going to live
good enough for me I said don't want to remember but where's the dog
I reach for him he's not there, been on the other side six years now
but not, I think, tonight
Not child A or baby P let us call him by name Peter Connelly
you did'nt get to know very many here on earth
from circumstances starting at your birth
the ungodly things done until you gave your farewell breath
truly saddening to the heart I hope your story
will lead others to come Jesus and believe
through the your monument called baby P
a headstone of the way things should not be
speaking boldly with others Peter Connelly
we would have held you as one of our own
singing Jesus loves you sweet lullaby
with a tuck hug and a kiss good nigh
for had not been for his love I may have been even like they
now it is about Jesus and Peter Connelly
Jesus loves you Peter Connelly
one day there will be and end to Rachael’s weeping -