Best Infant Poems

Ambling in the charm of Tidal Basin
We hold hands with a lilac morning
Long before it pleads with the sunrise
To sparkle the view of a purple...

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you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not...

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My poems are conceived, not within the womb,
which long time now has been devoid of seed.
My poems are born from a need to be heard:
my...

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I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden...

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Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt...

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I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous...

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Soldier stashed a silver locket
Safe inside his jacket pocket
When the war would numb his senses
He’d break down and drop pretenses
Open up the only token
That recalled...

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If I had three wishes and knew that they’d come true.
I’d go back in time.  There are things that I’d redo.
I wouldn’t do them...

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Farewell, Youthful Days Of Wading In Crystal Clear Streams

Farewell, the coming dawn and its soft, golden glow
born as infant fawn, a peaceful river in flow
or...

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Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”

of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate 
heated rage 

such opera...

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Oh, my brother..
I can see storms causing havoc in your eyes.
All you can do is stare,
seeking comfort from a tombstone.

Beautiful marble cannot reach out to...

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Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as...

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as a child I had an unwritten history in this world
blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless
crying is all I knew of...

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Mother, sometimes memories are fraught

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In dawn's aura, mountains glistened with snow.
Rooster's crowing proclaimed the break of day.
December's frosty winds began to blow
as clouds shadowed a sullen shade of gray,
and...

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