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.
Mother’s Daughter
As they delivered you into the world upside-down, they wiped you clean
With steady hands that did not shake with the thunder of the firmament
Laying you upon my chest, each gazing into the other’s grey-blue irises full of
Wonderment, I believe we knew each other since the universe came to be with a bang
Of equal intensity
Your cries, ever moving me clumsily from my place in our house, singing of hunger and distress
Send me on a mission to quell your discomfort
On a sleepless night, in the cold of autumn, I take you out wrapped in arms of woolen blankets
Knitted by an old woman’s gnarled hands whose name I have forgotten
I present you to the dulled light of the ancient stars of the universe understanding you will never belong to just me
You take your place amongst time and space and the pulse of the elements with
A howl not unlike that of the wild wolves of the mountains
And observe as you set yourself free to join your brethren of the shared galaxy.
Categories:
analogy, birth, october,
One day God decided to give me you
I was so young and scared I didn't know what to do
He told me he has given me a precious gift
Thats going to change your life forever
Sense it was a special gift from God I didn't think
I would ever deserve it but he told me it's time because
I was ready and I earned it so as time passed it was something
That i never knew that the gift he had for me baby girl it was you
The first time I seen you your little toes
I watched you open your little eyes ,your hands
And i kissed your little nose.
I thanked God for you princess cause you was my gift
From heaven.I loved you then and now a million times eleven
I was so afraid in the inside though. I couldn't say it loud, but
From that momment on I wanted to make you proud.
And when I held you princess you would look at me smile,
And it would take all the pain away when my mind was going wild.
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, birth, blessing,
My best friend saw me born.
Coronation of blood,
Tearing through his long beloved.
Floppy neck and flailing limbs,
Protesting my own birth.
Constricting cord,
A life noose, murderous
Cut from me free, my airways clean.
Chest to dead-weight chest,
He forgave my assault,
That which he had sown.
Plasma glow to glass-blind eyes,
Milk not frothed, elixir to survive,
Feed the baby lump with plastic breast,
Far from she who bore her,
Her mother seeking rest.
Years ago, from floppy she came
To floppy she now goes,
Noose of life returned,
Retreat back into black.
Daddy, you were my best friend.
Suspend me—
Rising to Your Presence,
Falling to air,
Like when you carried me,
When the ground was miles away.
Here I am in air again,
Daddy my friend,
From floppy I came, to floppy I go.
Categories:
birth, childhood, dad, daughter,
"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.
Categories:
birth, cry, goodbye, life, love,
Hyacinth Hands
Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery
petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist
my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios
Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with hyacinth hands, only an embattled Heart would accede to
her non-relinquishing of my spinal cord nerves entwined with hers, she decorated with wondrous wild animal decoupage vases
to despairing detach from plundering pain, each principal pleasure she designed with subtle oomph, unconscious sophistication
my divinity would have back burned in futuristic coliseums had she not been Mother of trialing pegs and variegated embroidery cotton
Categories:
appreciation, birth, change, character,
To the woman who gave me birth,
Who helped me realize my worth.
When it seemed dark everywhere,
You held my hand with deepest care.
The day I started walking, you rejoiced,
Smiling gently, your eyes moist.
You were the one who beamed with pride,
Each time I took a dream-filled stride.
For us, you sacrificed everything,
Left no loose ends in our upbringing.
You gave your best; fulfilled our wishes,
Each day wrapped in hugs and kisses.
Today I’m writing what words can’t convey,
We can’t live without you;even for a day.
For you, I whisper each night in strife,
A silent prayer: may God give you a long life.
Without you, we are incomplete,
Even success feels like a defeat.
So here’s my heart on this special day,
To thank you, Mom, in every way.
Categories:
birth, 11th grade, beautiful, confidence,
For all the things my hands have held.
The best by Far is you.....
You gave me hopewhen times
Were tough and yet you never knew.
So I thank you my baby girl for saving me and loving me
To this day.
But please remember how precious
You are and that my love will never fade away.
I will aways be by your side in times of hurt and tears.
I just need you to know how important
You are to me.
For you have been my rock through so many years
Categories:
birth,
Cold hospital light
My footsteps pause at the door.
Her cries pierce the walls.
Birth's ancient struggle unfolds.
Beyond where fathers may go
Nurses hurry past.
With cryptic glances that hold
Untold miracles
Hours bend like willow branches,
Time stretches, contracts, and waits.
Pacing the hallway
My heart beats in rhythm with
Her unseen labours
What tiny face forms itself
Behind that forbidding door?
Each scream transforms her.
Mother being forged in pain
Fierce crucible now
Ancestors whisper courage.
Through generations of birth
Then, there was a sudden silence.
The world holds its breath with me.
A new cry breaks through.
A daughter's daughter arrives.
The circle completes itself.
The door opens at last.
Tearful eyes meet mine; she smiles.
"Come meet our baby Aarohi!”
Categories:
baby, birth, daughter, granddaughter,
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
Categories:
birth, child, daughter,
Pain searing through me;
My energy flowing away free,
Drained to the core,
I did not know if I could take more.
Exhausted and weary;
So very bleary,
I wanted to just halt;
To cease my body from this assault.
There was no stopping this journey;
My path was set and stormy,
Onwards my fate was set.
I could not quit just yet.
I felt as though I had died so many times;
Yet, my body suffered through its hurting crimes,
Flowing through my body like chains of fire;
Burning my flesh with its dark desire.
Just when I felt I lost;
That this battle had cost,
My life and my soul;
I finally reached my goal.
Your cry was like a baby lamb;
Your life penetratated through like a broken dam,
Your little screams so astounding;
I felt my heart pounding.
Finally my little girl was born,
And even though I was so worn;
I could not stop looking at your beauty,
I was complete; I done my duty,
My daughter had breathed in her life,
My joy was rife.
I cried with joy:
So happy you was not boy!
Categories:
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
Categories:
baby, birth, celebration, creation,
Nine months is a very long time
From the day of conception
When a new life is created
The waiting begins
So does the hope and planning
All climaxing in hours of labor
When that little boy or girl comes
They burst into the world
Taking their first breath
Then they start crying their lungs out
But, when they open their eyes and look at you
At that moment stress becomes happiness
And your son or daughter becomes your life
© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
Categories:
baby, birth, parents,
A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To this day and from now on we miss her in every single way.
Categories:
baby, birth, death, family,
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.
Categories:
birth, daughter, death, grief,
A poet gives birth to a poem,
Just as a mother gives birth to a child.
The child looks after its mother
When it becomes grown;
So, does a poem take care of its poet,
When it becomes well-known.
Categories:
birth, mom, mother, mother daughter,