Crib Poems - Poems about Crib

Crib In I

I think his iris is timid in sight,
Find him his cig, its light.
Its lit tip is in its crib,
I did right to fight with his timid skin in sight.
Sight this lid, I dig, I did.
His nick is with him in his crib,
I hit his crib with him with light.
It is in rid if its rig,

Dorothy

There once was Glenda with slippers to share.
Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair.
She ducked behind Oz’s curtain
To do what is uncertain,
But the Lion put a crib in his lair.

Voice of a Silent Crib: New Poetic Form - Tearassonancenet

My Fair Lady Lidja--disquiet--sigh
Limit thine opinions, my Lord Miltrose,
Thy intent fails midst tardily shadows
Albeit findeth tis aid satisfy
Ahh! My Lord Sir Gilroy, tis nice surprise
Twill thine fair milieu idle pitched moist lips
Delivery thrills with a smile post scripts
Admittedly the id did simplify
A lady said the incident eclipse
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Flights robins

The Silent Crib

Long the silence in his crib 
Where happiness once bloomed.
Draped in black are closed white doors
Of his empty nursery room.
No longer does his hobby horse 
Rock wildly with abandon.
No longer does his happy voice 
Echo down the hallway canyon.

Long are the faces of his parents 
In the nearby silent bedroom, 
Which hide unanswered questions 
Among

Loving Wiggly Worm

he wore a green hat with a red flower
he was my bestie, and I adored him
the first person I saw in the morning
my bestie, Wiggly Worm

there were three creatures hanging off him
two bugs and a butterfly
they all three had enormous smiles
they made my day in their vibrant colors
I loved them so when I was two

A Crib In Our Heart

Let each one of us prepare a crib to welcome Jesus in his heart,

Thus

We could learn to love one another and would stop living apart! 








© Demetrios Trifiatis
    24 December 2022 
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERY FELLOW POET AND HIS FAMILY!
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Still

there's a little dog that's laughing
at a cow jumping the moon
and a cat playing a fiddle
on the wall of a bright room
where a mobile's hanging silent
waiting patiently to turn
like the pages on the bookshelf
that proclaim it's fun to learn
and there's a bible on a small crib 
with its cross depicting love
for a child born sadly

Christmas Memoire of the Crib

Christmas memory
          reminders  activated
          by ancestral crib

Crib Notes

Some men are against Women's Lib
So the FBI told a fib
If men aren't on top
They can't get the drop
On curves from an Insolent Rib

Crib Fight

RATTLE
BATTLE

Aug. 21, 2021 for  'A BRIAN STRAND 2 to 5 line ' Poetry Contest

My Six Foot Crib

As I lie here in my six foot crib
Trying not to cry and disturbing the script
Must follow it to a tee
Or be swept out to sea
With all the sharks who'll eat me to bits

Crib of Bethlehem

CRIB OF BETHLEHEM 

Do all pets go to heaven? Do they all cross the rainbow bridge?
Do you have to love the stuffings out of them? Pay the toll bridge?

Are they puppies or full grown crops? How will we know it’s them?
Will they be found by our Savior’s side — by the crib of Bethlehem?

Will we

Crib Play In the Morning

The curious eighteen-month-old decided to try
To enjoy his crib, and play with his jeep one morning.
His mother slept in until nine o’clock, 
But woke with a start.
Scared to death to look in the crib.

Then she heard squeals of delight
And realized he was sing-babbling,
Playing, entertaining himself.
She wisely did not scoop him up.
Instead, watched his play, smiling

Crying At the Crib

It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're 
childishly crying at the crib 
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth. 
I swear we all need bibs. 
Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that 
mindfully should be hid. 
Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and 
"unrightfully" out

Blankets

Little kids who go to bed
Very often wake up dead
Around their necks the blankets wrap;
While they sleep, their necks go, "Snap!"

Wake up choking in the night
Find the blankets tied on tight
Yank and pull the awful noose
Die because you can’t get loose.








From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems & Stories.

• Short Crib Poems
• Famous Crib Poems
• Best Crib Poems
• Read Crib Poems
• Long Crib Poems
• Crib Quotes