Baby Kyrielle Poems | Examples
These Baby Kyrielle poems are examples of Kyrielle poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Kyrielle Baby poems written by international poets.
As the angel spoke of God’s Son,
Telling Mary what love has done,
Her heart must have pulsed with insight
As this child shines His gentle light.
An angel soothed Mary’s betrothed
Soon, their sweet baby would be swathed
In swaddling cloth, this silent night
As this child shines His gentle light
Angels reveal the birth of peace,
With joy that will always increase,
So love came to make all things right,
As this child shines His gentle light
This truth told by hearts who believe,
Shows us when Mary did conceive
This is love that brings the blind sight
As this child shines His gentle light.
As the angel’s voice sings of love
There is hope promised from above
Love came, our story to rewrite
As this child shines His gentle light
Busy keeping watch over sheep.
Angel appears - they would not sleep.
The shepherds walked at a quick pace,
To look upon the Christ child’s face.
They found him lying on the straw.
Baby Jesus is who they saw.
God’s Son entered the human race.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
Still pinching themselves at the sight,
remembering the angel-light.
Heaven’s hosts came from hiding place.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
“Do not be afraid! There’s good news!”
The angels exclaimed to the Jews.
Embodiment of holy grace.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
“Glory to God in the highest.”
Hard to say whose eye was driest
as shepherds trekked to his birthplace.
Tears fall upon the Christ child’s face.
“There’s peace on whom God’s favor rests.”
The highest calling manifests.
His mother holds Him in embrace.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
12/18/2021
Nativity
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Ethereal beauty arrives every spring,
Earthworms and puddles gentle rains bring.
Soon we’ll meet butterfly and honeybee.
Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see.
Joy and happiness parade in my happy heart.
Not ready for planting but this is a start.
I begin to make my famous sweet berry tea.
Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see.
Daffodils pop up, say a quick hello!
Baby animals everywhere that I go.
A child laughs as she swings from a tree.
Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see.
My little girl who lives beyond the stars
I didn't get to know who you are it was all so
bizarre.
It gave me the creeps.
As I held you in my warm arms you went to
Your eternal sleep.
My heart broke in to pieces
As I choked out Felice.
All I could do was weep.
This hurt went deep.
I will never be the same.
My life with out you can I reclaim?
I may never be able to go asleep
I am thinking about my beautiful little baby girl
Who now lives beyond the stars.
Oh! Baby, my heart will never forget how you
Felt when you were in my arms I thought for
Me to keep.
A baby was born Christmas day,
and so I go to church and pray,
the words flow like a sweet songbird.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
I have often asked my God why,
on many a Christmas just cry,
but by God's wisdom I am stirred.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
God gave us his own beloved son,
and he preached until it was done,
when some doubt I am undeterred.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
At Christmas I am filled with joy,
and all traditions I enjoy,
but God's voice I have heard.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
Will try my best to be of worth,
for all of my days left on earth,
and on death I will fly a bird.
Oh, praise God and his holy word.
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December 17, 2019
Poetry/Kyrielle/His Own Beloved Son
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1209-411-02
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
a northern star, a guiding light
weary travelers rest this night
swaddled baby laid upon hay
a holy king was born this day
the angels sang from up above
a triumph of heavenly love
the weary seek and come to pray
a holy king was born this day
the gifts they bare from near and far
as they followed this shining star
one darkened eve it lit their way
a holy king was born this day
this fair child light upon his skin
was born to save the world from sin
in a manger laid upon hay
a holy king was born this day
although so many years ago
this story we have come to know
it's not of santa and his sleigh
a holy king was born this day
December 7, 2019
In Praise of God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed
It does not worry about the colour of your skin
nor if you are good or bad as long as you show love
It does not matter if you live in a masion or hovel.
Religion too matters not a whit to a small tot
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed.
It does not care what part of the world you live
Nor if you live in a town or out in the country.
Poor or rich, hansome or plain it does not care
You may be a manual worker, a banker or a king,
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed.
Holding out its arms with chuckles of laughter.
All pride, prejudice and greed holds no sway
in its little infant heart that is born to love.
It gives a smile that would melt the toughest heart
A Baby only cares about being loved, warm and fed.
Soon baby...This war will be no more,
And I'm anticipating the day I walk through that door!
Soon baby...We will finally be united,
And I can't help but be so damn excited!
Soon baby...These arms of mine will hold you into the night,
And quench your every physical appetite.
Soon baby...No more restless nights alone;
No more letter writing and talking on the telephone.
Soon baby...All our plans will be fulfilled;
And then we can begin the family we've been meaning to build.
Soon baby...A life together indefinitely,
Yes baby forever, you and me!!
Baby girl...I need you to know, that daddy will never leave again.
I've loved you since you were an embryo, and I'm hoping we can now be friends.
Baby girl...I want you to feel comfortable with me, and talk to me about things.
Things don't always fall into place so perfectly, but you're the melody playing on my
heartstrings!
Baby girl...People are not perfect, even daddies make mistakes;
But my love for you is 100% correct, and being without you has caused so much
heartache!
Baby girl...I'm so dang proud to be your father, and I want to be a figure you look up to.
Jasmine if I didn't care, this poem I wouldn't bother, and I'll gladly lay down my life for
you!
Baby girl...I'll be behind you through it all, and you can always rely on me.
If you stumble, I'll catch you before you fall, and I'll try to be the best daddy!
Baby girl...Please smile for me and just know that although I secretly wanted a boy;
You're all I could ask for in a family, and you princess, are my pride and joy!!
Dedicated to my oldest daughter, "Jasmine Ann Anderson"
Shh...No words need to be said, I'm gonna treat you like the princess you are.
We won't need the covers on this bed, now let me treat you like a star!
Shh...Let's just take it slow, so remove them clothes.
I'm gonna set your body aglow, and I'm starting with your toes!
Shh...Tonight is your night, everything I do is for you.
D#%m your body looks dynamite, and this bed was made for two.
Shh...I want your skin to meld into mine, becoming one with me.
As we intertwine, I want us to feel each other tremble in ecstacy!
Shh...I only wanna hear one sound, and that's you moaning my name.
Baby you take me heaven bound, and I'm on you, like a moth to a flame!
Shh...Girl, you've lit a bonfire, and you got me trembling at your touch.
You are all I desire, and I've never craved a woman so much!
Shh...I can't help feeling this way, so let us together, release our energy.
As I explode my D.N.A., let us forever make universal poetry!!
I still have faint memories of the day
When in our small living room I did play
A toddler of three, spinning on my head
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?
Acrobatic talent was freely shown
But I was wearing a dress; grandma moaned
Swatted me, “Act like a lady,” she said
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?
My mother smiled, took a different approach
The acrobat skills she did not reproach
“You may take lessons,” to classes she led
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?
‘Cause mom insisted I take ballet, too
And just the very thought made me feel blue
Dancing on toes caused foot soreness widespread
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?
Eight years of lessons, but ne’er ladylike
Gracefulness failed to emerge from this tyke
To this day, I’d rather spin on my head
Lord, why wasn’t I born a boy instead?
*For Paula's Baby Boo's Shoes Contest
Nigerian Queen...You are all I desire, plus a whole lot more.
You cool my raging fire, and take me places I've never been before.
Nigerian Queen...I will worship the ground you walk on, now and for all eternity!
I'll kneel before your throne, and give you the very essence of me.
Nigerian Queen...Your accent makes me shiver, when you whisper in my ear.
And your lips make me quiver, for they are softer than cashmere.
Nigerian Queen...Baby you affect me like no other woman ever has.
You inject me with a craving, ripping and raving to taste your sweet azz!
Nigerian Queen...Your nectar is sweeter than honey, and I demand just a taste!
My delicious chocolate bunny, lay back as I grip your waist.
Nigerian Queen...I love your luscious lips and plump backside;
And with your thick hips, baby take me for a ride!
Nigerian Queen...I get lost in your hypnotic dark eyes, and tremble at your touch.
I'll pay the cost, for I'm not a bit surprised, I never desired a woman so much!
Nigerian Queen...You fill my days with such bliss, and I need you more than you know.
I'll seal this with a kiss, so let me take you beyond the rainbow!!!
Ah…..to spend one’s time wishing
with only ifs and turned down lips
no gift already given being enough
perhaps if in such disregard I lay
for wish for SERENITY is what I’d pray
Ah…to spend one’s time a wishing
and not to see the sky,
the majesty of baby smiles, the turning of the tides;
if they were not enough for me, which of course they are
and I went a wishing, wishing on a star,
perhaps, if into such disregard, I’d strayed
I’d hitch my hopes upon CONTENTMENT
with the hand I had been played.
Ah…..to spend one’s time in wishing
I’d not waste a cue. I’d satisfy all longing
with one ADVENTURE after two!
To live this life the fullness, this life I’d not decry
by spending time in pipe dreams
and staring into I.