Baby Free Poems | Examples
These Baby Free poems are examples of Free poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Free Baby poems written by international poets.
Those
days are gone
When anything makes
You Angry or sad ,stressed
You just cry
a September sun-soaker
strolling across parking lot
in baby blue slip-on Skechers
so comfy, floating on afternoon
wearing Bills T-shirt, G-O B-I-L-L-S
still I’m not glued to the game
I’ll watch the recaps; must prioritize
reading, writing, studying, grooving
water my lantanas, hubby did
since we’re not seeing rain
perhaps the weather holds back
its tidings for a sudden snowfall
a nice lacy glisten, inches high
seeds planted in suspense, sea
of white waves and arctic air
dare we dream for fancy flakes
pumpkin patch, batting eyes
a little early, they morse code
orange is best and mellifluent leaves
kick that idea around and S-C-O-R-E
Mama, did you know the precious amethyst shadow hours
I spent beside you, cuddled cosy-close, nestled in blankets of light,
shawled in your red-gold hair? I kissed each tear you cried;
each one a starlight pearl forged from the depths
of your fragile soul. I rocked seashell-shut to each lullaby note
and silently watched as you rocked my cold, empty cradle.
Sometimes you sensed me coiled at your breast -
a small, balled knot of grief. You felt my tiny fingers plucking at you
as tingling shivers. And sometimes I bounced sunshine-free
on your knee, a giggling orb of light.
Little one, once again I felt you here,
entombed in the womb of this eternal everywhere room,
your spirit sifting through my fingers like hourglass sand.
Pain has blanked my mind wraith-white, but I felt
your lips nip the warm rosebuds of my nipples
as I pressed a lullaby to the delicate shell of your ear
and brief blessed seconds spun out like years.
My sentient heart will always hold you, my grip will never slip
as my earthbound hands, human-warm, reach through time
and heather-shadowed ether to love and care for you.
cry baby cry
you will from your first breath till you die
breath and leave behind
what was before will meet you on the other side
On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
By Poet "A mother's love is never ending, always with a gentle hand."
With a gentle hand,
our life starts off being held and rocked.
As we grow and learn,
life will grow with us.
With a gentle hand,
we are told no many times.
Sometimes we learn,
sometime we do not learn.
With a gentle hand,
hopefully we get straightened out.
In life one day we will need to take our baby,
with a gentle hand.
don't blame the kid
baby birds are one wide mouth for what their parents spit
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
It wasn't the broken fence that shows me how fragile things can be
It wasn't the wilted flower that shows me how easily things die
It is the seed, the bud, the bloom, the baby in the stroller ...
the beginning of life and the beginning of a day
It is the fresh start, the clean slate, the sunrise in morning...
It is the renewal of new opportunities continuing to evolve
- all from the loving heartbeat of time -
Heidi Sands
9/7/25
(C)opyright
I smile like a baby
When I am around you
From the pleasure
Of you being there
Beside me
And when you look at me
I try to hide it
Because I am shy.
Background B.B King it
You'll get home alone
A Quartering as Jazz
As quart and liter
As meter and mile
Footage and reconcile
Irish Quartermasters Gaurd
Kevin J. O'Meadhra
Trace as feather
Low of ash
Bury of quill
Fide et amore
Nightingales Ergo
Send in rot
Further, borrow
Scottish wreathing
Entangled Britain
Relent
They of leave
Twined as lecture
Recital of yellow
Beckon brown
Revile of green
Tustled hearth
Baby babysit looks like
It's gonna hail
Jump and jive
As sent to the SAG
In tawdry spent
The war is lent
The establishment of thy own
A hate filled thrown
As crimes as thine
Tinkle and toast
In a entire
Only as pure
The picture as haunt
Plagiarism
Stores front
Sufferer as complaint
In stilled poverty
I law
Joan had little art
Lythed command
Hinde weeps rather as waltz
Herculean task
Wardrobe mantle black
Opening Suggestion of Betrothed
So delicate she is... her skin as soft as a silkworm
That nose so small... that of a tiny two-hole button
The hair- she wears, is as fine as a spider's web
Her vocabulary is but one word..."Ba-ba" - bottle
... What I hear is- "Da-da!
Those ten little Indian toes smell wonderfully babyish
Even after she went to the market!
With a careful touch I hold her gracefully in my arms
and I watch her stunning emeraldlike eyes slowly close
Then, as quietly and as delicately as I possibly can,
I raise her to my lips, and I plant a kiss lightly on her chubby cheeks
I then, judiciously, with a gentle hand...
rest her perfectly shaped head upon her mushy down pillow
In a soothing voice I sing to her... "You Are My Sunshine"
Within seconds- just like that, she falls asleep
She wears a wee genuine pretty smile...
And then magically, in her sleep
I hear her in her meek little voice
She speaks- And what I hear again are those...
marvelous, glorious, magnificent two-syllable words,
"Da-da"
She unfolds in my arms,
like playing cards,
sneaked
under the table.
An ace up my sleeve
as the winter wind
leaves her skin
of goose-bumps
but warmth
to my rubbing
of her thighs.
My good luck
of sweet charm,
as they deal the cards
and lucky comes my way.
My lady sitting on my lap
calls the shots and smiles.
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.
Stick A Needle
In Your Eye...
It's Natural, Baby!
Pine Needle.
(Wholesome.)
-Gray Squirrel
09-03-2025