Child Birth Poems | Examples
These Child Birth poems are examples of Birth poems about Child. These are the best examples of Birth Child poems written by international poets.
Within her frame, a world is formed,
A heartbeat echoes, soft and warm.
Yet hope is stitched with threads of pain,
A sacred journey, not in vain.
She walks with feet too weary, sore,
Each step a trial, yet she bears more.
Restless nights with fleeting dreams,
Her body stretched at fragile seams.
A sudden craving grips her soul,
For sour fruits, or bitter bowl.
Strange hungers rise without a call,
She longs, she yearns, she wants it all.
Her back bends low, her breath runs thin,
The tide of labor swells within.
She grips the night, she bites the day,
As life prepares to carve its way.
And when the pain breaks like the sea,
Hope crowns her womb with victory.
Her cries give birth to sweetest song,
A mother’s strength, eternal, strong.
Categories:
anxiety, baby, birth, child,
A baby is born—
wrapped in soft white,
breathing gently,
half-asleep,
a trace of a cry still lingering in the air.
The sister carries this tiny bundle
from the stillness of the ward
to the waiting arms of the mother.
The father stands close,
eyes fixed,
heart rushing ahead of time,
as if he too is being born again.
The mother,
her body weary from the long storm of pain,
rests, breathes,
waits—
and then at last,
the weight of the child settles in her arms.
She studies the face,
the skin, the fragile fingers,
searching for traces of God
in every curve and color.
In that moment,
time halts.
Tears fall freely—
of gratitude, of surrender,
of love that has no language.
No sound, no word is needed.
The world begins anew
with a silent kiss.
Categories:
angel, birth, child, cry,
the weight of a life
between a feather and a soul
the weight of life
two lithium batteries
920 grams
Categories:
angst, birth, child, irony,
You're never too old
to be young
at heart
even Freud was Jung
from the very start
altho' childbirth
is a labour of love
it's all in the swing
of things
and to about-face
child discipline
is strictly a case
of heir conditioning
Categories:
birth, child, childhood, fun,
I'm buried with child
As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers
As my knees are pale of beliefs
The strategy of enlightenment
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith
I am still becoming
With nothing in hand
But
A sharp narrative to blend while speaking in tongues
Luring the little thoughts of time
I never had a voice before
But my light of gratitude gravitated slowly towards the sand bars and touched my bare feet
I now know what lies ahead, as my visions forwardly spotted the faith
I now believe solely I am incredible
Not in a mythical manner
In a spiritual spitted comfort
Ashleigh Ngoqo
Categories:
angel, baby, birth,
In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.
He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.
A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.
In solitude,
he builds worlds of words,
hoping one day a child will wander in,
pick a flower from his sentences,
and plant it in their own heart.
The waiting is a long horizon,
but he watches,
because even a lone soul
knows the fire is not for himself alone.
Categories:
birth, 10th grade, 11th grade,
At the threshold of tomorrow,
Where commitment meets the dawn,
Understanding whispers softly,
In a master class of hope reborn.
A moment of not knowing,
Yet calm before the storm—
Two sides agree in silence,
As futures take on form.
Thanksgiving for the journey,
Each step both dignified and rare,
Moving through the shadows,
Barely grasping what is fair.
Together we will flourish,
On this path, our hearts will tread,
For every threshold we cross,
Is a new world to be fed.
Categories:
anniversary, birth, child,
When I was born,
there was no one to hold my mind.
Only a faded sky and a mother
trembling above a forgotten prayer.
My thought was born fatherless.
And I raised it alone,
with hands dirty from paramedics and alphabet.
I wrote before I spoke.
I spoke before I was heard.
And still I search
in all the words I never dared to write.
Categories:
birth, child, father son,
Cover your mouth and laugh it out.
The world blinks,
Clink, clink.
Every bottle comes with a label.
Every child comes with a mother.
Every person comes with an identity.
Every murderer comes with a motive.
They explain,
They birth,
They express,
And they kill.
But someday will they become the meal?
What if it was reversed?
Would they try to become more diverse?
Or become mentally cursed.
They flex during fitness.
They perplex during interconnectedness.
I am not just a witness.
My life is not just about my midriff.
You read every title.
You drink every bottle.
You nurse every drink,
You curse at the sink.
The dolphin winks.
The president thinks.
Down goes Pink.
Famous people blink.
But someday they'll be nothing but a link.
Categories:
10th grade, age, birth,
You are a Child of light, my love.
born in shadow, but you became the sun.
Levitated like an immortal, from the captivated grounds
grew as a rose in the concrete cracks of the bloody cold streets
You are a Child of Light, my angel
torn from the roots that were interwined in your veins
The devil played its riddles, but your wit was too strong to be fooled.
But after facing the darkness, you remained a child of light.
Categories:
beauty, birth, blessing, deep,
My brother and I,
while choosing a name for my nephew,
tried hard to think of something unique—
something with variety and charm.
“Tractor” was the first choice,
then came “Tumbler,”
and we fell breathless with laughter,
comparing impossible things—
his eyes to stretching bubblegum.
We joked about how his name
might sound when he grew older.
Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks.
Categories:
birth, brother, child, fun,
E very parent nurtures, through laughter and tears,
M aking dreams bloom across fleeting years.
P rotecting their young from a world unknown,
T eaching life's lessons in a loving tone.
Y et, in time, their children will chart their course,
N ewly embarked, driven by life's force.
E ntering realms that were once untold,
S eparated from warmth, in a world so bold,
T hey will value the lessons you’d hoped to mold.
Categories:
age, appreciation, birth, child,
Graciousness forms
the apparel of the meek,
tempered in blistering
hues of aura crafted
with the breath of
exhaustion sinking
deep into the soul
of the soulless,
there it wanders
with eyes open wide,
a pop of life silenced
by its surroundings,
forsaken lands filled
with despotic nature,
crucified
their interior along
with their exterior,
proceeding cautiously
as it gravitates
toward the center,
connecting humble
origins placing
the palm of its heart onto
forced separation,
the wind wraps
around creating
sanctuary healing
the wounded descent
of sacrifice,
predetermined
by its antecedents,
a child born
through ashes into
the world's callous
ever ruling
appeal.
Categories:
birth, corruption, fate, introspection,
A Miracle in Your Smile
In the quiet hush of a hopeful dawn,
You arrived with whispers of wonder,
A tiny heartbeat, a promise reborn
My second child, my awe and thunder.
You showed me how dreams take flight
In the cradle of your gentle sighs.
A second chance at a love so bright,
A miracle wrapped in lullabies.
Tiny fingers, perfect and small,
Your first laugh echoed, a sacred song.
You taught me that faith can heal it all,
That miracles dwell where hearts belong.
Each breath you take, a testament true,
A precious gift I never knew
Could shine so brightly in one so new
A light of hope that guides me through.
So here you are, my gentle spark,
Proof that prayers are never in vain.
My second born, you lit the dark
A miracle’s touch, forever mine to gain.
Categories:
angel, appreciation, baby, birth,
My firstborn son, my heart’s new dawn,
Your tiny cry, the light that shone
In that first breath, I learned to be
The mom I’d always longed to see.
Your love, so pure, so bright and clear,
Awoke a strength I never feared.
You took my world and turned it round,
In every smile, a home I found.
You made me whole, you made me more,
Unlocked the soul I’d kept in store.
You taught me patience, grace, and glee,
A better me, you helped me see.
The way your laughter fills the air,
The way you look, your tender stare
Each day you bloom, my love has grown,
I’m grateful for the seeds you’ve sown.
Forever changed, forever true,
My heart beats now because of you.
My firstborn son, my shining sun,
You made me mom, my precious one.
Categories:
baby, birth, family, i