Borns Poems | Examples

An Angel

   Thunderbolts roaring :
    
    On stormy night borns

    an angel

   to enlighten world.

  Evil Devil to be driven.

  Darkness confronts to fight.

  Lotus to bloom

   in muddy dirty pool.

  Melodrama ripples to excite.

The Miracle of Birth

The advent of a new birth
Brings such joy to those around,
It’s the onset of a new life.
And a miracle, so profound.

All new-borns should be nurtured.
From the day they first arrive,
From a fragile new beginning
They need care to help them thrive.

To face the trials and tribulations
That life chooses to bestow,
Be it human, plant or animal.
They all need help to grow.

The propagation of the species
Is so essential to survive,
The gift of life is precious.
Of which no person should deprive.

So, if you’re caring for a new-born.
Give them all the love they need,
For many a famous person
Grew from a nurtured seed.

Equality of War

As bombs blow at night,
smoke fills hazy skies.
Children cry from fear -
broken toys add angst.
Fathers helpless to
protect their blood,
embrace them tight.
Mothers give birth
but their new-borns
struggle to breathe.
Their screams fall silent,
against a backdrop
of rocket attacks.
The wise ones say
time can break your heart,
time can heal your pain,
but what hope lies
under the rubble?
Dead bodies can't speak,
so leaders debate
what is wrong and
what is right.
War is nothing, but
hidden agendas.
Why aren't we all born
equal to justice,
why one life has less
worth than another.
An industry of 
profit always wins.

Where The Never Borns Find a Home

                
                     11/23/2023

Souls of the unborn, caressed by the meadows’ gentle winds.
Seeking their mothers arms, for they were her angelic, blessed
Blossoming,beautiful twins!


Mother is vaping Fentanyl in a bar, looking for a new, hot lover?
A murderess, in expensive tight jeans, sweater…hiding her
deadly deed, under cover.


Not alone, she, her sisters, tired, at the morning‘s Pro-Choice rally.
Were cheering on death of souls to be, laughing, ever-so heartily in.
rat-filled alleys,


Remember this…?” Father, forgive them, for they know what they do!”
Both men and their lovers might regret this …years down the road!!

Etheree of Seasons

Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child smiles at butterflies,
fledglings expand their tiny wings.
Mild rain hydrates perfumed buds.
Rainbow dahlia garnish,
under turquoise skies.
Sweet pea prolongs
around trees,
screening
stalks.
I
shiver
at the loss
of my blossoms
crumbling in Autumn. 
Green turns yellow then brown,
as clouds grieve and bleed charcoal.
Auburn leaves decorate soaked paths.
Flock of birds soar to pleasant pastures.
Flashbacks from laid to rest souls resurface.
Winter weaves frozen cobwebs as winds howl.
Dark days, cold nights with nature naked,
sun hides its glow as ground hardens.
Snow kissed evergreen sepals,
covered in pristine white,
appear grand until,
bitter raindrops,
create ice
upon
them.

Naira

Naira
Naira
 OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen  
TIME OF THOUGHT- 12:45am 
DATE OF THOUGHT-8/05)2019

Naira

Oh Naira !! 
Gone are the days of your radiant gleam

Now a tattered fabric, torn at the seam.
Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory

Oh, Naira, once mighty and bold, In your story, a somber tale is told.

 Beggars on streets, disdain in their eyes, 
A currency weakened, to everyone's surprise.

Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her eight borns surfers in your weakened grip 

The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there?

A plea echoes, as your value takes a dip.
The way forward is  toning  down our excessive love for foreign currencies

Writing

I love the tit tat that defines my check each day 
I cherish the dove slogan sound that silently caress my books 
Each time I set the pen moving 
It borns all ideas in store on paper pages 

And I feel emptied 
Thinking I would never write another day 
But when the muse set my down hues up like other sages 
Paper-pen relationship gets me easily enticed 

Pleasurable themes are the hooks 
That surrenders my heart to the solemn vigil of writing

Decay Going On

Decay Going On


    Baby borns as lovely budding flower
     bringing charm and happiness to parents
     Raised up with much love and care in shower.
     Ambition, Expectation inherent.
     Present turns Past not to trap Current.
     Not aware, inevitable decay starts.
     Sudden realisation only hurts.
      Not to permit remedy or delay.
     Just to surrender with defeated heart.
     Old age is bound to face senile decay.

    02/09/22

First Place

 A Brian Strand Formal
Contest by Brian Strand

One from the dark side
Contest by John Lawless

I Belong In Gryffindor House

Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town.
I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown.
Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am.
Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and Ron are both a sacred friend.

Don’t say anything mean about Hagrid; he is my champion now.
Chivalry and determination are my mantras, said with a bow.
Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort! I scream, daring him to appear.
He Who Shall Not be Named is for me no bully to fear.

I attend Hogwart’s School of Magic, and I am great at the spells.
I leave Quidditch to Harry, as long as the Slytherins he fells.
Was that the golden snitch? I have to be on my toes for sure.
I am a muggle-born witch, but my intents are totally pure.

Hufflepuffs amuse me, with their loyalty and determination to work.
Witty wise Ravenclaws yes, but some of them are like Rowena, a jerk.
If I had been put into Slytherin with their colors of yellow and green
I would have been the angriest witch Hogwarts had ever seen.

New Beginnings

New-borns are the 
Epitome of new beginnings 
With whole lifetimes ahead of them. 
 
Bright futures await 
Everyone who seizes opportunities 
Given to them 
Instead of focusing on minor disabilities. 
New Year’s Days always remind us of  
New starts, and 
Invites us to make 
New Resolutions to make our futures better. 
Granted, a new page is always blank 
So, it is up to us to fill it wisely. 

 
Written on January 21, 2021 
For the NEW BEGINNINGS Contest

November Borns

Where there’s a will, there’s a way
Now let me verse come what may
Being a birthday doll you deserve
My all reverence that’s in reserve
When you celebrate with fervour
My joy multiplies and I do savour
Thou are an angel from Venus lo
A celestial entity enamouring so
In advance I composed this apt
Providing my all attention rapt
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May you become the professor
Of a prestigious school super
Vt
What a way to vie for the post
Of an awesome AGM I do boast
Want to learn all skills from you
Bless me to reach an acme true

Aggressive Party Loving Geese

Geese have a New Year’s Eve party on roof of my house
Daring me to care but I turn my back on them to talk to Klaus.
So they come closer, and shake their confetti and blow their horns.
I cannot help but think most of these silly geese are middle-borns.

Come join us! A frisky one says, giving me a wink. Blowing me a kiss.
Me and my pet cobra give him a glare and a not-so-gentle hiss.
They are getting ready for dancing now. The caller is outrageous though.
“Swing your partner let’s do-si-do, let her flash where the sun don’t go!”

I run into the house to get my square dancing dress with petticoats too.
There is just so much dancing I am not enticed to do….

Borns of the Weak

Bones of the weak
Lie in style
but not here

The Stillborn

Targatus had come and gone.
Heimann had had his fun.
Enchaptus wouldn't have gone so soon.

Still born are the reason of the emerging moon.
The still borns,
Inverses sorrowful dirge to fun.
Learning had had it that still borns are the born deads.
Learning had made her mistakes,for most alives are deads.

Born with silver spoon connotes nothing.
Ointment of blessing oozing from you makes you wanting.
Recycling in birth and death;
Nigeria is endowedly choked in still births.
     17:22:08:11:58

Naira

OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen   001
TIME OF THOUGHT- Lost
DATE OF THOUGHT-Lost
Naira


Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory
The beggar despise her even on the street of her Country
Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her ten borns surfers
The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there.

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