Baby Loss Poems | Examples
These Baby Loss poems are examples of Loss poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Loss Baby poems written by international poets.
Walking down a country road
I fell upon a baby bear talking with a hare.
They look like they were long time friends that didn't have a care.
How are you today said the baby bear standing up with his arms in the air.
I have a little problem today said the hare
But no one seems to care.
I can't seem to find where I put my carrots yesterday
I have looked everywhere even in the barn in the big stack of hay.
My carrots seem nowhere to be found.
My friend can you please help me track them down.
The two friends wandered off
In search of the carrots,
Along the way they found a trail that led them to a feret.
The ferret had a belly ache
You see he ate all of hare's carrots..
What a naughty feret
Helpless, can’t see or hear
No teeth or hair
Not a word can he say
So fragile and frail
soft skin so pale
Perchance a cry, a wail
Though a crowd
cheers his every motion
wide-ranging emotions …
At the end of his journey
once again, no teeth or hair
Even experience and wisdom
~ no longer there
fall sky blue bright light
crimson leaves carpeting earth
grave for a baby
baby ghost
wrinkles the river
I gaze
at its drowsiness
as I masticate
on the meanings of why
because inside me is misaligned
and its cold, sleepy eye
- cautionless -
shall twitch
like visible white noise
when TV boxes snap
neither shoals
nor skipping stones
breaches the facade of a conspiratory sea
river rattles
'cause it's my baby's ghost:
The Deer Hunter
picked her blossom
tending his garden
of wicked passion
for crooked lotuses
laying dead
afloat
tiny shoes in a donation box—an unfinished dream
The Moment We're Born
From the moment we are born
We are homesick for the womb
We now know loss and cold
No matter how long our life
The pain and sorrow
Of being away
Will never get old
I turned ten two days ago,
I blew out the candles with a heavy sigh.
You were born today,
Still.
Your lips inherited
The reddest hue of cardinal feathers,
Your rice paper skin
Pale and soft, fresh as silken snow.
I never knew what your eyes looked like
They never opened
Infinite iris colors
Never to be discovered
When I held you in my arms,
The guiding hand of God
drifted away
I gave the coldest of shoulders I suppose.
I looked outside the hospital window,
A frigid breeze made
The trees sway with unease
But all the leaves stayed in place.
A confetti of dust drifted
In the air conditioned hospital room
And time yet stood still
On my brother's only birthday.
Breezes rock the park - a soft sway of sun.
They are rosebud-faced, floral lace-swaddled,
sun-smiley; rapt eyes watching butterflies.
Their fingers dance in air like butterflies.
They are plump peaches ripening in sun -
sweetest fruits of parent care, love-swaddled.
Little one, I think of you, heart-swaddled
but free to fly soul skies with butterflies;
rising in my mind each day like the sun.
Your soul flits with sun-swaddled butterflies.
It was so very hard on me;
Your spirit on the radio;
saying that goodbye so softly;
"Baby it's time. I've got to go.
This world's wild as a tornado,
now I'm your guardian angel.
'Free Fallin' plays fast and then slow,
hear me with this song stay faithful.
The sacred child on the hill
Buried deep but never forgotten
River of tears
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
Years pass by
The girl becomes the woman
Relationships begin and end
Happiness brings a new journey
A baby in the making
Driving out old thoughts
Touching her stomach in repentant hope
Sadly, hope dies in the womb
Guilt turns to punishment from above
The sacred child on the hill
Watches the figure coming towards her
Slowly entering the river
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
The sacred child on the hill
Reunited for evermore..
This echo love is so strong,
It holds on, it won't let go,
How can I make it move on.
Rid my ears of this echo.
So come on, pretty baby,
Come dance with me tonight,
We'll keep the beat a going,
Until the morning light.
I wanna hold you tight,
And never let you go,
Cause when I'm with you, baby,
The echoes of love flow.
They're driving me crazy,
So come on, baby, take my hand,
I'm in a jam, I can't get free.
This flight ain't never gonna land.
Echoes of Love, Echoes of Love.
Echoes of Love, Echoes of Love.
You're this loving aura:
Your beauty, so vibrant
All your senses are on, —high
But you wanted to bust down and cry
PS: —I love you.
I ache, you say; in this tender voice
I say; let me ache for your pain
Let me; bare your pain and free yourself
PS: —I'll hold you.
I wanted: To take your pain
Like residues in my palm
And smear it on my heart
So that you can be free of this pain
PS: —I love you.
I desired to become all of your pain:
Thus
I wanted to make your love mine
But instead
You slipped away on through; I'll miss you
PS: —I'll hold you in my arms.
That in itself is a pleasure:
Knowing
It's worth bearing this pain for you
Baby—PS: —I love you.
R.I.P. Shannon, I sure do miss you,
Incredibly so.
In fog-shawled autumn the memory
returns to me, bittersweet as
cardinal fruits of hawthorn,
the fallen, fading leaves...
lost berry-baby
nestled within
blankets of
morning
mist.
I can’t imagine, I can’t imagine how such loss feels.
She was your baby, your life, your daughter, your everything that means.
I send you my love, my hugs, my thoughts to you and your family.
I am so sorry you lost your daughter. Though I didn’t know her I know she was a woman of pure beauty.
For Charlotte.
You were our first-born, our sweet baby girl
We named you Paulette, and I’ll never forget
Holding you when you arrived on that wintry day
So long ago, but then they told us you were gone,
That we would not be taking you home, Paulette,
Your little lungs were simply not strong enough
Though you seemed perfect in every other way.
Written November 11, 2021
For “Paulette – 1” poetry contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward