Baby Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
These Baby Idyll (Idyl) poems are examples of Idyll (Idyl) poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Idyll (Idyl) Baby poems written by international poets.
In the deep veins of her corridors
Flow thick blood of academic Excellency
Dwelling in the hearts of her blocks
Is the dream to serve the nation
Patiently we had to wait
for the lovely and beautiful expectant UNIMA.
To give birth to her, the giant of the land.
The fourth labor of mother UNIMA
Yielded this bouncing baby of the warm heart of Africa
Standing still with her pillars in the armpit
The armpit of great Masauko Chipembere highway
She is the real reason. The reason,
Why Malawi swims in the deep rivers of Africa.
Across the borders raising its flag in the white man’s land
We have never imagined that there can be this day.
A day that joy and celebrations will find their way.
Out of our minds and into every corridor of hers.
Tears of happiness flowing down the cheeks of Blantyre
The day when every institution trembles with fear
Bowing down to this great conqueror of the land
Crowning her as the great Queen
With her kingdom celebrating 25 years of victory
The silver jubilee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If only I was the baby
on your laps
On those sharp pricky nipples
I would all day suck.
If only I was the angel
Hidden in your heart,
I would cherish to dabble
On the crest of your love.
If only I was the zealous swan
Flying on your vast sky,
I would let out to you all
The beauty of this hidden feeling.
If only I could be the sun
That hangs whole day on your sky
I would softly revere and sweetly caress
Brown skin on your back as you bathe.
If I could be the cold rain water
I would still hug and caress you
Under the cover of your tight dress
As down the curves of your body I glide.
If only I could be all that to you
It would all be sweetly so true
This,but only if.........
A mother that hears the cry of her baby
does not turn deaf ears to show indifference.
A woman prepared for a culinary task,
by all means, gathers the condiments required.
A barricadoed road, however restrictive,
suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs.
A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate
a hand to miss its way to the mouth.
Scavenging any available heaps in sight
reflects the missing of a valuable.
Every time we fight,
fight over nothing,
I realize how hard
it is to live
without you,
Every time I look at
your photo,
And remember your
smile,
Your touch,
Your breathing
Love burns in my
heart
Lighting the embers
in my soul
No one baby, no one
can put off this
fire
No one baby, no one
can quench the
thirst I have,
For your love,
Adoration
We find love in
every argument,
In every second we
look at each other,
We found love, that
sweet day in the
rain
A love that lives
on...