Short Baby Death Poems
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innocence wears wings,
sweet blue scent-
death arrived with ease
MagiCicada Poetry Contest
June 18, 2018
Oh dear ol' reaper come to me
Fetch me like everyone else
I'm too tired
I'm done
I want to rest
I want to run
This urge is like a burning fire
Please hear me and let all this be done
Her womb became their tomb
In there, they met their doom
A little boy and girl
Lost their chance to unfurl
Two lives snuffed out, no less
Their mom's a murderess.
Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do is mourn
Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”
What are these
small, toothless skulls?
I asked naively;
What are they? What?
They are the skulls
of babes taken from their cradles
abandoned to die and rot.
"No Teeth" first appeared in Fantasy and Terror 5, 1985.
Sleepy little baby
Lying in your crib
Sighing in your crib
Dying in your crib.
Sickly little sweetheart
Sinking from my sight
Fevered in the night
Dreaming of the light.
Dying little dear one
Face is hot and red
Sweating in your bed
Crying until dead.
I can't imagine what it feels like
But I got the jist when I saw your pain
You were so excited to start a family
A family that never came
Blood, tears, heartbreak, sadness
Is this really God's plan for me?
I just wanted happiness
But I lost the thing most dear to me
We lost you today
And it's sad in many ways
We didn't get to meet you
Or hold you to which is hard to say
My precious Grandson
Now he is God's Angel
And it hurts and is sad today
I will always love you
And remember you
And always miss you
Hugs for your Mom and Dad
Which they are very sad
We all love you everyday
Shattered dreams of a love that was lost.
Never knowing you were with us until you were gone.
Unrequited love of mine would have been my biggest gift for you!
But alas, I’m left to go on, not knowing the person you could’ve been!
So sleep my precious angel.
May it be the sweetest of dream!
Love Daddy
Form:
So many emotions
Irritation,Sad, Annoyed, Hopeless
Trying to Stay Positive
Complaints
You were stolen from me
So much pain to endure
I know its supposed to get easier
but it hurts just the same
I should see you in a beautiful dress,
a bow in your hair, white patent leather shoes
Death all around me. Where is the love?
God is Love.
I didn’t see her face.
you did!
I didn’t get to hear of sweet little girl voice.
You did!
I didn’t get to hear her say mommy and daddy!
You did!
I didn’t get to hold her tight.
You did!
I don’t get to dream about her.
You do!
I had all the pain, and the blood, and the agony.
But in the end we both are without her everyday!
(Dedicated to Peyton)
From the very moment you were conceived I loved you
I could feel you kick, as a new life grew inside me
One day you stopped moving, and tragically I knew
Holding my newborn baby was never meant to be
Original Laura Loo's contest Weepy Quatrain awarded 1st place
Submitted to best poem from any of Laura Loo's contests
03~29~16
Each drop tells a story
Of a struggle in life
The first one absorbed, lost in the whole
The remaining photographed
Documented
Accusations drowning the certainty
That the least deserving endure the greatest
Sorrow
Tearing at the corners of the eyes
That try to look away
The heart wants to find a different truth
Acceptance is victorious
The page is turned
You came
You saw
But you didn't conquer
Taken away from this world
Just as soon as you started
Those closed eyes finally opened
But soon closed again
Why you?!
(Tiny bundle of joy
Little bouncing baby boy)
(Brought into this world
Little precious baby girl)
Small and innocent
Only several weeks old
Felt your heartbeat
Feel my heartbreak
Silence
Rest in peace little one
I woke up early,it's a windy morning
For a dream that never came
I woke up to see time rotting,
0! Do you feel the same?
I woke up calling your name,
That's how my morning will start
And the wind softly kisses the flame
Burning wildly in my heart,
Unlike the meaningless sun
Which the wind put to shame,
A fiery longing has begun..
I woke up calling your name.
Form:
We were happy after,
1 year marriage gap.
As we were expecting,
Baby in our lap..
We keep enjoying life,
sharing is caring cap.
As we were feeling,
Baby in our lap..
Reports of my wife,
twins in her life map.
As we were preparing,
Twin baby in our lap..
Suddenly my wife lose water,
like an open tap.
On March 16, 2018,
Twins dead body in my lap..
I held him,
perfect but stone cold,
my baby,
I was lost,
veiled in haze, consumed- and then,
a new beginning.
______________________
January 1, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Shardoma/New Beginnings
Copyright Protected, ID 16-740-405-0
All rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, New Beginnings - A Shardoma
Sponsor, Kim Merryman
Fourth Place
Her tiny little face,
So innocent and gentle,
So close to being free,
To being alive.
Perfect little fingers and perfect little toes,
My whole life through a moment in her eyes.
Too beautiful for me,
Too precious to let be,
A glimpse of what could be for me to know,
Now I know I can’t stay here,
Suddenly it’s all so clear,
She needs me,
I have no choice,
I have to go.
A bush in the middle of a field once green,
A top like a powdered wig,
Beneath lay bones chilled hard as rock,
And hands that would snap like a twig,
It was a life not fully formed,
No bigger than a hand,
What reason caused it to be there,
Is hard to understand,
From one so young that could not say,
From one too old to care,
How long it's lain nobody knows,
Let someone say a prayer.
Ten little fingers,
Ten little toes.
Perfect little eyes,
A perfect little nose.
Something wrong inside,
A cure no one knows.
Twenty five days
Before she had to leave.
Twenty five days
And now we all grieve.
God's taken her home,
That's what we believe.
Ten little fingers,
Ten little toes.
Scarlett has left us
As tears of sorrow flow.
~~~~~~~~~~
Scarlett Vinova Davis
28/04/2014 - 23/05/2014
I watched her
dropping the phone,
in nano movements
My heart stomped
out, the harshness
of a dial tone
And from endless
holes, these little eyes
scrunched with sadness
I suppose, I didn't know
what it meant to die
or why the tears
stuck to me
Sickle celled with
every memory,
around the lobes
of my being
Where I could
still hear you laugh,
the breaths of air
Grew arms
-- and comforted me.
The rain pours down from the gray sky,
Into a world where love is something you buy.
The earth roars and trembles in rage,
For those who, in the book, have barely a page.
The lightning cracks above the graves,
The graves of those few choose to save.
Heaven's cold tears puddle on the ground,
All of nature cries, so little good hearts are found.
As the carnage continues so does the pain,
They destroy their gifts and all they contain.
Form:
Rosemary's body shrinks
And looks strange, her facial expression
Changes, village doctor checks her ventrally
And declares she is a non-human.
The fact of the matter is that
She is pregnant with six-month old
Living fetus.
And the villagers expect a demon-snake
Would come out of her body
Proclaiming death.
So, they kill her as per rituals
prescribed for the occasion.
And amnesty for them is granted
By the King
For he knows the truth.
I held my baby
so perfect and very dead
and kissed his cold lips.
Till my last breath I will mourn,
my mourning shall shatter hearts.
I dressed him in blue
and laid him in sweet repose,
many passed with tears.
I had to let my boy go,
that parting haunts me ever.
_______________________
December 19, 2017
Poetry/Tanka/Simple Mutterings/Mourning and Parting
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9742-39-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
my familys love is tight
remind us thinks be alright
by our side they always stand
ready to hold our hand
they remind us to be tough
as we go down road that rough
they remind us to always cope
and never give up any hope
they always remind us to be strong
as we feel thinks are going wrong
they always know right think to say
as they try to take our pain away
they always have time to spare
as they will always be there
they remind us of gods love
as we morn for our son above
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