Girl Birth Poems | Examples
These Girl Birth poems are examples of Birth poems about Girl. These are the best examples of Birth Girl 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,
After the surgery
I was flat on my back and not
allowed to move, an assistant nurse came to feed me
A stern-looking woman older than the others
soup she fed me; open your mouth wide, she said
I did her, eyes softened, and she became motherly
scolded me gently when spilling soup on the nib
When I didn`t want any more soup, she said I had to
to eat it all
I felt drawn to her as a baby to his mother
it was a beautiful moment; she tucked me in
I fell asleep.
Then it was morning, I was allowed to sit up and
later stood up. looked out the window, a football pitch
the players’ red and yellow shirts, it looked like mating
ritual, the one who scored the most goals
gets the sexiest girl, that`s ok, but I got to be a baby
and remember it.
Categories:
birth, age, analogy, art, beautiful,
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,
"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,
When a slap brings joy
A voice cries out
Newborn girl, boy
Angels in Heaven shout
A voice cries out
Happy tears flow
Angels in Heaven shout
Trumpets in Glory blow
Happy tears flow
Breast milk fed
Trumpets in Glory blow
Gentle strokes to the head
Breast milk fed
Forever to enjoy
Gentle strokes to the head
When a slap brings joy
Categories:
angel, birth, blessing, child,
She wakes me up, must go,
She says drive quick not slow.
Weaving though traffic fast.
Now we get there at last.
Such a hurry this morn.
Too late, babe just now born.
Categories:
birth,
There are those born women'
And those born man
A very few are both genders
Yet none were ever born
As trans.!
Categories:
birth, anxiety, boy, education, gender,
Sitting in a dim room I wait
I start to hesistate
Should I leave or should I stay
I feel like I'm only going to get in the way
Suddenly the door opens
And a man smiles
It's a girl he says
It was worth the while
Im going to be a father
Why was my mind playing would I rather
I'm so glad I stayed
I look at the little bundle of joy
Tell the wife I'm glad it's a girl even though I secretly wanted a boy
We named her molly
And put her in a little pram which had a brolly
We took her to our house
She was a quiet as a little mouse
She hardly cried
Even though she sometimes tried
We was never tired
Run ragged or wired
We were proud of our molly
As she grew up
We got her a little pup
She did acting and dancing
Was award winning
In our eyes
And to our surprise
She was older and getting married
Our molly was now a proud parent to a little girl
Our hearts did a giddy whirl
For our molly and her little girl pearl
Categories:
baby, beautiful, birth, blessing,
It's the happiest time in a man's life when he becomes a father for the first time.
Quote by poet.
My wife's said "It's time", so we got in the car and headed for the hospital.
She was booked in, and I sat patiently in the waiting room feeling anxious.
About an hour later one of the nurses took me down to the delivery suite,
after ten minutes anxiety turned to joy when the midwife said, "It's a girl".
Categories:
baby, birth, joy, wife,
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,
The flame of life, a burning ember bright,
Passed down through ages, bathed in starlight.
Each generation, a link in the chain,
A story continues, whispered by rain.
Reproduction dance, a vital ballet,
Ensures the future finds its destined way.
New cells divide, a wondrous design,
A blueprint for life, a future to define.
Two halves combine, a genetic blend,
A unique creation, a story that transcends.
Eyes that may sparkle, a laugh that may ring,
A legacy carried, on hope's gentle wing.
Diversity blooms, a vibrant array,
Of features and talents, lighting the way.
New minds to explore, new skills to ignite,
The fabric of humanity, shines ever so bright.
Though challenges loom, and darkness descends,
The cycle continues, where hope never ends.
For in each new life, a promise is shown,
A chapter unwritten, in stories unknown.
So cherish this process, this gift from the past,
A future entrusted, forever to last.
For in reproduction, humanity thrives,
A universe teeming, where life truly survives.
Categories:
birth, boy, child, gender,
In icy peaks, your name is born,
Hima, a whisper of winter's morn.
Bindu, a droplet, pure and fine,
Together merged, a beauty divine.
Like snowflakes gently falling deep,
Your heart remains, in slumber, keep.
Bindu's tiny form, a universe holds,
Reflecting dreams, like winter's tales unfold.
In frozen landscapes, your soul takes flight,
A gentle breeze stirs, on a winter's night.
Himabindu, a name of serene might,
Shining bright, like stars in morning light.
May your name guide you, through life's design,
As a symbol of hope, in winter's confine.
Himabindu, a beauty, forever in our sight,
A shining star, on a clear, cold winter's night.
Categories:
angel, beautiful, beauty, birth,
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,
The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look
aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack,
while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival;
the concept of horrifying death is as distant as imminent hell!
The voluptuous gal with artful fingers massages his client's body,
to her wishes are paid in hefty sums to satisfy her corporal desires;
morality has been replaced by want, nothing will deny her pleasures:
does incurable disease make her worry and go back to a life of purity?
The peachy-cheeked girl gently picks up the fragile petals of blue lilies
dispersed by gusty blows of rageful wind swooping above and around her;
she should be outraged and find a calmer meadow amid the lively hills:
no whim smears with anger her charming smile adorned by hair so fair!
The newborn baby, pulled from his mom womb, emits a scream into light,
there's no happier mother caressing him, nurturing him with sweetness;
life offers joys and awful moments, while death offers pervasive fears:
between these two stands immortality as conceived by religion, not fact!
Categories:
adventure, birth, body, character,
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,