Best Newborn Poems
Its delicate wings no longer wet, it stretched well,
And flew up high holding onlookers in its spell.
Round and around it danced over the eerie pond
All covered with water lilies but not beyond.
Elation, euphoria, joy and disbelief,
Emotions fell as it landed on fragrant leaf.
Up again, its gossamer wings attaining strength,
As once again it fluttered across the pond's length.
Hungry it spied a tasty bug, gorged on its feed,
Then instinct urged it to find its first mate to breed.
The feat accomplished, it resumed its fullest flight
Knowing full well it needed rest before twilight.
Survival of the fittest it had never learned.
Bird ate it up, that natural death it had earned.
A broken heart
who humbly cries
As the flames began melting
tears hidden under the seabed
Sizzling hot a trail
sparkles into the night sky
love comes in colors
that kisses burn passion
Following your starlight flooding
memories are forever made pure
Even if you are not here
I can feel your warm breath
Winking to the soul dream of dreams
Together we can build a future palace
one without fear and pain
Destiny will be eternities shooting arrow
Catching many rainbow on our roads path
Cupid strikes flying saucers land in your space
wondering if things will ever be the same again
Captivating an angel strums tugging heartstrings
Do you hear still the melody
to the most beautiful song playing
Warmly exploring deeply touching tunes
Covering the bed with rose petals
Music plays a heartfelt chant sighs
I miss you dearest flower forever more
just like the desert misses rain
Whispers held on a cloud of breath beautiful
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
(unrhymed quatrain)
A broken heart
who humbly cries
As the flames began melting
tears hidden under the seabed
Sizzling hot a trail
sparkles into the night sky
love comes in colors
that kisses burn passion
Following your starlight flooding
memories are forever made pure
Even if you are not here
I can feel your warm breath
Winking to the soul dream of dreams
Together we can build a future palace
one without fear and pain
Destiny will be eternities shooting arrow
Catching many rainbow on our roads path
Cupid strikes flying saucers land in your space
wondering if things will ever be the same again
Captivating an angel strums tugging heartstrings
Do you hear still the melody
to the most beautiful song playing
Warmly exploring deeply touching tunes
Covering the bed with rose petals
Music plays a heartfelt chant sighs
I miss you dearest flower forever more
just like the desert misses rain
Whispers held on a cloud of breath beautiful
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
10.02.2016
(unrhymed quatrain)
there's a little dog that's laughing
at a cow jumping the moon
and a cat playing a fiddle
on the wall of a bright room
where a mobile's hanging silent
waiting patiently to turn
like the pages on the bookshelf
that proclaim it's fun to learn
and there's a bible on a small crib
with its cross depicting love
for a child born sadly sleeping
into arms of those above.
newborn in april
short visit on frozen ground
- not 100% wool
14-04-2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Oh newborn king
to whom we the angels sing
You have left your throne
To become a man.
If sadness in heaven is such a thing.
Then we the Angels are beginning to understand.
You look so vulnerable, weak and tiny
But we know that you are invincible, fearsome and mighty.
Your all authoritative voice has shook the earth
Humbling emperors to their lowly worth.
Seas have been parted
Cities have been destroyed
With your spirit soldiers have shouted down a wall.
Your anointed nations have stood against those deployed
Only for they to return to their own and watch their nation fall.
You'll stand upon Zion
and roar like a lion.
Every tongue will confess to the great l am,
but for now only a few shepherds know
that a good shepherd will grow
To become the sacrificial lamb.
Oh how holy you are
That man has only known afar.
Now wise men kneel with gifts as you
sleep under a star.
Yes you our beloved, it's always been you.
Now let our wingspan
stretch across the land
in honor of what you have come down to do.. It is finished....
You can feel the love overwhelm the air,
there's magic floating everywhere,
people stand watching with wide eyes,
the newborn baby as it cries.
A beautiful and perfect baby child,
everything that's happened has been so wild,
but waiting for this baby's birth,
makes the long nine months of so much worth.
A little bundle with eyes so bright,
for the very first time these eyes see light,
with clean pink skin, small hands and feet,
they wrap the blanket so tight and neat.
Family and friends all come to be,
with the baby they waited so long to see,
with smiles and laughs from everyone,
for this newborn baby that makes life more fun!
A newborn baby
fresh from Heaven is sent here
with wisdom beyond our own.
We’re fools to think it
is dumb because it can’t speak;
but, babies are very wise.
They possess knowledge
of the Heavenly realms and
angels will watch over them.
The only problem
with newborn babe’s, they must learn
to cope with bulky bodies.
A plea of the unborn child to its mother.
Wake Me Up
When the time is ripe, awaken me!
I long to see your world.
How many blessings there will be;
They're soon to be unfurled!
I'll see you with my eager eyes,
Your soothing voice I'll hear.
One day I'll thank Jehovah God
that you have kept me near.
I want to grasp your finger, please,
and feel your warm embrace.
I want to heartily reflect
the smile upon your face.
I want to learn to walk and talk
and say my ABC's.
I want to learn of animals
and count my 123's.
I'll learn these things if you teach me,
yes, I will learn them so.
I'll hug you tightly every day
and never let you go.
I'll need your comfort when I cry;
At times, life can be rough.
However, I think you will find
Your love will be enough.
In fact, I'll bring you days of joy
where you are feeling pain,
and just as you have cared for me,
You'll see me do the same.
When time is ripe, please, let me live;
I want to wake up too!
I want to live a joyful life.
I want to cherish you.
Please wake me up when time has come.
Please don't send me away.
A precious gift you now possess
Miraculous each day!
Chanté Walker
2/22/20
The babies are so much fun,
So cuddly and warm,
So snuggly, and wonderful,
So ugly when first born.
The babies are so loved,
So cherished, so alive!
But the newborns, with their cat-cries,
Are so annoying when they cry.
Yes, I will babysit your baby.
And we can play and sing and laugh.
I will give her and him both bottles,
But if it is a newborn, I will pass.
Pick her up when she cries, one said.
Never pick her up, said another. You will spoil her.
Love her, said grandma.
When do I pick her up? The young mother asked.
Three times a day, one answered.
Don’t ever pick her up, another stated. You will spoil her.
Whenever you want to, the grandma told her.
Now? The young mother asked.
Do you want to?
Yes.
Then what do you think?
I should pick her up?
The grandma smiled.
Knowing it will be easier for the young mother the next time around.
Mysticism is alive and well.
If this seems like a mystification, you have not experienced it yet.
But wait, what if you have?
Think on the mystique of a newborn babe.
You know this beautiful child has an inner glow, and sacred look, fresh from heaven.
Mystically alive, a soul-messenger.
A newborn will mystify even the most hardened skeptic.
You cannot hold one without instantly feeling that you are looking into the eyes of God.
Anyway, I cannot.
The egg I hatched from,
the being I've been fed for nine months.
The first one that hugged me with her warmth.
The first time I've been told how beautiful I was, even if I was one more newborn child.
A sunny day by the end of June my mother had her dream in her arms, while I was in a deep dream under her wings.
You kept me for a while,
not for long time.
Soon you took me far to
another country, without your
feathers to keep me warm.
You left me when I needed you the most into a challenging life.
Mother, you didn't know, but you left me in the best hands.
I grew up with another mother, she has been with me in my cries, my nights awake, my first steps, my first teeth, my sickness, my whole life.
Mother, you never forgave me that I loved her more than you.
You were always reproaching me about what you did wrong.
You were jelous about her,
my auntie, my real mother,
the one dind't laid the egg,
but the one that took care about the bird.
After years we made peace.
We were not as we should be,
but we got closer and closer. I understood you in the end.
The worst came, you got sick, then your little bird took care about you before you flew above the rainbow. Mother, you must know that day, a piece of me died forever.
I forgave you, because now I know you did the best for me to have a better life.
Now I just want to take care about my other mum, as she did always with me.
Mother, just to tell you one more thing...How lucky I am that I had two Mothers.
wisp
of a newborn's smile
in mother's arms
another miracle
of the universe
Tiny sea turtle; creeps its way across white beach sands to sea.
Newly hatched reptile, learning to swim into his new life; he’s free.
One day, he will grow into a very fine loggerhead.