Infants Poems - Poems about Infants

Snapped in their prime, hurried out of pains, to join innumerable companies of angels. death, a mighty remedy to allay their troubles, their wants, groans, sorrows and agonies, carried to terrestrial plain. earth Mourns, while angels welcomes one divinely ordained. though born in Adam's filth, But by grace transformed and through the cross escaped. weepers, Your...

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Vaccination Chart 1.BCG at birth dose 0.05ml. 2.Hep B at birth dose 0.5ml. 3.OPV at birth dose 2 drops. ---------------------------- 4.06 weeks baby Hep B dose 0.5ml. 5.06 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml. 6.06 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml. 7.06 weeks baby HIB dose 0.5ml. 8.06 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml. 9.06 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml. ---------------------------- 10.10 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml. 11.10 weeks...

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If we knew in advance that all daughters and sons keep us up every night: yours and mine — everyone’s (teething, peeing and screaming, yet so INNOCENT-seeming), we’d be living in convents like well-rested nuns....

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Afghanistan, Iraq,Iran Can “Democracy” be “forced” on them Somalia,Yemen,Pakistan The war on “others", rights of Man The grief of infants, war goes on Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran Made in Britain, torture ,gun Electric, fearsome,profit, spin Somalia,Libya,Pakistan Europe, Jesus ,Vatican Where does Revolution win? Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran Egypt,Palestine,Jordan Old Man River,death and Sin Libya,Yemen,Pakistan From five or six or maybe ten The Arts of War, the nuclear ban Afghanistan, Iraq,...

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They whisper questions On the wind Amongst themselves Wondering why Why I was there I question myself As to why They are here In the middle Of nowhere They continue To question Their leader Guide The eldest But she is at a loss As am I I sleep a Restless night As road trains Rumble by Wake to a clear Blue sky Then I see The plaque Remembrance Pioneers To those That have passed The infants The youth The young That whisper On the wind But why Why are they...

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To die young, undeterred by humanity/ to sleep free, undefered by calamity/ To leave earth without hesitant pride/ No biases present to put aside/ A father watches as his infant sleeps/ he prays to god, ” leave him for us to keep”/ A pile stands four feet from the floor/ Dead children spread from door to door/ Preserved in glass, both untrue...

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The angry sound of rough and raging april tide, as waves anoint ...

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Infants are holy always we feel them so ...

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Forget the tears that infants cry for with no reason comes to why and with it no breath comes to sigh yet spectators sit, still and sly forget the tears that beggars cry attached to their reason a hollow lie dirty their lives, still they try trapped by themselves as time passes by forget the temptation of her inner thigh and sweet relations of...

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