Daughter Birth Poems | Examples
These Daughter Birth poems are examples of Birth poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Birth Daughter poems written by international poets.
With the birth of my baby girl
I received a father's boon.
When Mom laid her in my arms
My joy soared over the moon!
So cognizant of her worth
I held her with infinite care.
With focus and tender hands
I stroked her auburn hair.
I knew I was holding a miracle
Something no man could create.
This work of beauty and gift of life
I could no way anticipate.
So silently I wept and prayed
In my spirit I saw Jesus stand.
In view of your worth, I drew you closer
Never with Gentler hands
"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet
Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving mother cannot care for her,
as a tiny baby makes a stir.
A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife,
making a decision effecting her and a new life.
This is all out of her control,
a mother with fear in her body and soul.
As her body now shakes,
she must sign the papers even if her heart breaks.
Her loving tiny girl lays in a pretty pink blanket all wrapped,
a mother can not abandon her or have her kidnapped.
Will the true story ever be known,
about a mother filled with love but on her own.
A baby that came from heaven above,
and about a price one put on selfless love.
The wonderful sounds of cries when their born
The happy tears we shed at first sight
A newborn daughter we'll cherish
For life and for evermore
To watch her live and grow
To watch her marry
And hopefully
When time comes
To give
Birth
Belly swells, life within
Lotus petals drift
On the temple pond,
arranging new constellations
Golden light within,
Speaking to life around,
Dancing in her womb
Night jasmine unfurls
Sweet prophecies in darkness
While she dreams, I wait
Peacocks gather now
In our garden, spreading ferns
Of celestial eyes
Each breath she takes holds
The weight of ancient,
Purifying earth
Time slows to honey
As sacred hours approach us
Birth-bells will soon ring
Watching her sleep,
I see generations of light
Flowing through her veins
In her pain I hear
The universe rearranging
Its eternal song
Dawn breaks like water
My grandchild's first cry reveals
Heaven's newest voice
My daughter’s last breath
my first poem, “Stay,” was born—
a sad mother’s grief,
desperate for a reason
to stay for another day.
Hold each precious moment close, a whispered prayer, for in your heart, a tiny universe takes care. This is a time of magic, a dance with the unknown.
Embrace the wonder, let your spirit, like a seed, be sown.
The world slows, bathed in the soft glow of anticipation.
Let intuition be your guide, a compass leading you through this uncharted sea. May every gurgle and flutter be a melody of love, a crescendo of life's sweet symphony.
This is a time of transformation, a metamorphosis whispered on the wind.
Embrace the changes, daughter, for within you, a masterpiece is being shaped. You are a vessel of creation, a weaver of dreams, and in your hands, a tiny miracle begins.
Energy
We were in the upper room
Energy
Mother's child
In communication
He supplanted placing mine spiritual seed planting in the heavens
Me the placed seed
Mother's child
Desending planted from grace
Placed in a womb
She receives seedling fleeting
Spiraling growing was sown
In mine morhers womb
Mother's child
She nutures me
Housed me in from her womb
Before I was birth she kept me with her
From the womb I've so grown
I am my mother's child
A gift from God celestial messengers
Blessed children
On loan to us
Unto my Father and Mother
i took a poop into a green pot
and planted plenty of seed
i then nurture it with my love
And sprinkled in with my pee
i christened it Patty by name
and then presto poopo
Patty a cloned christian pine tree
Here comes my beautiful Ada!
The flower of my youth
Elegant and sure footed
Poised to conquer the world
A gazelle of inestimable beauty
Resilient and full of
Joie de vivre and open heartedness
Ada no one is like you
And no one can ever be like you
You are beautifully and wonderfully made
Rise and lighten up global
Entertainment firmament
For the world is your oyster
Many of us envy 'accidents of birth'
Yet they may not live up to
what we think they are worth
I know a young suburban man
Good looking with a gorgeous tan
He lives with the apes, like Tarzan...
Then there's the daughter of the mayor
who lets every loser in town lay her
She lucky no one's tried to slay her...
Of course, there's the son of the minister
who tortures little kids, he's so sinister
No blood in his veins, just vinegar...
For folks like these, life isn't fair
Without a challenge
They lead lives of despair
All in blue, the new baby sleeps.
Just born a few hours ago!
Oh,how his mother loves him.
She snuggles him close to her.
God's perfection shines in him!
Mother feels his oh,so tender,
warm,angelic skin.
She allows a tear to waltz down
her lovely face.
This is her moment of heaven on
earth, beauty and grace.
His eyelashes soft and long,like a doe
The two of them,a portrait bonded,
Because God deemed it so!
3/1/2023
Dedicated to Elena and Eddie
Woman Holding Seed as the MAN FLEEDS- A Haiku
magical spring love
a pregnant, dazed woman looks
betrayed by the man
~
whom impregnated
her, dazed hurt and confused so
still says child not his
~
9 months wintertime
in December birth woman
cries this baby’s yours
2/15/23
Written words© by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
asleep in her cocoon
warm, soft, cuddled in her depths
till the sun kissed me
9/16/2022
Tribute to my Mother, Irene.
Thank you for my life!
Your courage to give birth.
To stand by me, till you went on.
Love, Pangie xxxxx
cradle of the womb
a mother pats, gives a name
countenance changes
a mother’s shine - God’s glory
preparations made - a safe space
she cups newborn’s head
the smallest body a part
of her soul for years
either on her shoulder or
next to her heart - a safe place
on pillow, her head
a mother in death’s cradle
daughter feels her heart
she smooths the reflection of
the cross on her chest; mom rests
the cycle of life
a daughter must bear the grief
did mom teach her how
she kept her safe in the womb
her mother’s presence brings peace
5/6/2022
Grandpa Henry Valentine stood tall
He wore Ben Franklyn style spectacles
In his presence, silence reigned supreme
My father was first of nine offspring
I am the third of nine siblings
Sixth of the ninth month is my birth day
Father was apple of Grandpa's eyes
My father's sister had nine offspring
Gramps died in fifty nine; I was nine.
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5/14/21
Entry for, Michelle Faulkner's, "A Time For Nine" poetry contest
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