Crib Poems | Examples

More Than A Soft Toy

As she lays tucked in her white crib,
she hugs her brown monkey.
Other animals fill her crib,
but she chooses the brown monkey.
Why one may ask?
even as a baby she has a choice to make.
As the years go by she wants her brown monkey,
for love and peace no other animal will do.
The years pass by as she grows up,
with every move her brown monkey will follow.
Now grown,
she looks at this bedraggled stuffed animal.
Her heart is filled with love for her brown monkey,
he was much more than a soft toy.

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, I didn’t dig, I didn’t.
Light is sick.
Whip is sick.
Nick is light.
His is right.
I’m in with his right,
With its light in his crib.
Big, big, big hits is right by light.
Lid, lid, lid,
I’m with this crib.

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 and whipper-o-willow wings'
Claims to an anointing gift rectify
Blessings of an innocent child ... heartstrings
Mildly midst millennium ... a voice sings ...

    “My Lord’s-in-waiting, beseech thy favor 
      an ear and harken of woven words will
      of a lifetime breathes I, here and now,
      True Lord in Waiting in time and place 
      for us to be … somewhere, someplace,
                                        … for all time."

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 sorrow guilt and gloom.
Why does God take such good young boys, 
And leave their homes so unreconciled?
Nothing empties your life so quickly 
As the death of your only child.

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 years young

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 sleeping
into arms of those above.

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 find ours, intact with an appetite to be our playmates?
Did they follow the light? Did they make it through the pearly gates?

Those sucker-punched, bruised and broken - surely God them?
Surely your cross trembled in the woods next to the inn of Bethlehem?

Dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, parrots - do they have souls?
Turtles, fish, snakes - do some face the fiery coals?

Do all pets go to heaven? Are they purehearted blessed?
Surely Lord, as the royal tables laid, they’re found in your rest?

8/17/2020
Contest: All Pets Go To Heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France

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 at him.

For another year he stayed in his crib
In the morning, and played with toys 
And his mother happily slept late,
Catching up on tiny pieces of lost sleep
She had experienced the first few months
Of his life.

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