Baby Night Poems | Examples
These Baby Night poems are examples of Night poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Night Baby poems written by international poets.
That night was a long and lonely night
A night to be much remembered
It was the right she said no to me
No to the love and affection I had for her
As i sat down reflecting on that
The words she said to me came to mind
She said "baby am sorry, sweetheart it's all over"
It was a night like never before
It was a night of long knives
I gathered the shred pieces of my heart
And I told myself it may be the end of us
but it was not the end of the world
I better get hold of myself and get moving
With a mended heart there are many possibilities
The night she said no became a watershed in my life
(Written 1st of September 2026)
Tonight is the night that Santa takes off
With presents all kiddies are dreaming of
Reindeer are delighted
Extremely excited
All patiently waiting for the lift off.
Snow flakes have been falling, the earth glows bright
Houses are glittering with Christmas lights
Angels sing in sweet voice
As the earthlings rejoice
The baby born who was named Jesus Christ.
The night door ajar
Yields a passage, infinite,
If you follow the lines
Streaked along the blank walls
Walls made of nothing
Except what you’ve given
By proposing a space
In your infinite trust
And frozen in light beams
A body, a baby
Magnified, knowing
Like you always wanted
To know.
Needing bearings
You pray to the baby.
It turns away blindly
Independent of you.
You find yourself back
And the night door restores
Its concealing intention
Its will undeclared.
Disappeared are the light beams.
The place is deserted
Dream creatures have been here
And made off with the life.
"Variation Of Dramatic Or Light Verse"
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
He put the garden hose where
In his diaper and
The expression on his face
Said it all to me
Now we are strangers at night
And in the day too
Who is this baby boy with
Huntington's Disease
rose-covered blankets
tuck infants in
honey-tongued lyrics
fall on soft skin
eyelids so smooth
shut ever-so-lightly
angel wings soothe
whisk away nightly
"Midnight rendezvous is fraught with sublime magic" - quote by poet.
You're here, and so am I; close to midnight.
Baby, nothing could be more idyllic.
Slowly, we foxtrot under the moonlight.
In your arms, there's no place I'd rather be.
Blissfully lost in this wondrous twilight;
With a kiss, you take me to paradise.
Oh, how unforgettable is this night?
Let's write "We were here" in the charcoal sky.
Babe, let's not think of tomorrow tonight
And savor special moments while they last.
Like tufts of cotton colored red and rosy
And scattered through the baby sky at light
Eve’, twilight clouds are whirling around the white
moon, orbiting their spoke, all lush and lazy;
Or strands of cloth sent fluttering a’mosey
through late afternoon drowsying near night,
and circling about, like crimson kites in flight,
a beaming moon, swirling afloat and hazy;
The heavens, swelling into a wide expanse,
glow splendid. Strewn with stripes of ruby sweet,
engulfing night draws in to drape the day’s
affairs with its dark quilt. So the romance
of a thousand million stars takes its seat
by the moon’s glow, with effervescent rays.
be an angel
hush
my baby
close your eyes
hush
my darling
go to sleep
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Bud
so rich
in promise
nature's baby
awaits the sunshine
and long days of colors
A kelly green world's sighing
so avid for the plums and pinks
in the middle of eternity
in the middle of glorious summer
Opening in scents of sudden surprise
luscious and lovely in warm breezes
new to red cardinal's old song
dance with pop star the day long
roaming moon silk caresss
of midnight magic
Born beautiful
diamond dew
adorns
Bloom
We broke up at sunset,
under the wailing cry of a baby jet paddling through the evening sky.
We admired the leaking light,
our twin shadows retreating
into the lustreless night.
We're finished.
We'd diminished.
The sun, parting from the day,
stole its radiant light—
and love, too,
fell into decadent blight.
The last minute-mile of us was a story,
not of morning-glory ecstasy,
but of whispered goodbyes,
painfully polite,
spoken under fading light.
At the tail-end of a drawn-out day, I feel
the gentle arms of Morpheus enfolding me.
I have not one but two
soft cheeks to kiss goodnight, first,
my sleepy doe-eyed baby, then...
the big one clutching the little; my better half.
Tucking in her baby, Miss Furball gave his head a gentle kiss.
His eyes slowly closed, and his meow mouth gave a tiny hiss.
She liked sending him to dreamland in the best mama way.
Insuring he will be in a terrific mood the very next day.
As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.
As I did mature,
my music went on a grand tour.
Loving to dance all night doing the waltz,
then a bubble bath with lavender salts.
When down and out,
the old blues lets me breakout.
"life is a song" to be sung,
just open your mouth and wiggle your tongue.
protective over bright star in the east
newborn baby lying in a manger
iridescent angel watching closely
farm animals gather around
he is a prince sheep whisper
there is a reverent feeling in the air
bunnies hop over to take a peek
streams of spirit glide from star to Jesus
He is My Son, of whom I am well pleased
The voice comes from the cosmos
Many do not hear, but we all feel it
A savior has been born this night.
Pink, gold and purple
at the verge of baby blue
Soft, twilight birdsong
Flickering fascination
in the glow of green fireflies
Weary day gives way
to cool night's diamonds and pearls
and pervading scents
Lush evening, dripping colors
Darkens, in the awed stillness