Short Firstborn Poems
Short Firstborn Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Firstborn by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Firstborn by length and keyword.
S urmount the branched form
A rise glorified reborn
V isage of man once torn
I conoclast earth adorned
O rdained light born
R eign as His firstborn.
Categories:
firstborn, caregiving, devotion, inspirational, love
Form:
Acrostic
On Halloween, ghosts are seen,
skeletons too, they may be you,
Trees come alive at night,
Gorillas too,
They may be you.
(written by my firstborn son as a child)
Categories:
firstborn, child, halloween,
Form:
Lyric
Father, thank You for the food,
Help the kids [to] not be rude,
Thank You for vegetables and fruit,
Thank You for my Sunday suit.
(written by my firstborn son as a child)
Categories:
firstborn, blessing, child, christian,
Form:
Lyric
Surfing the web, came across this site
An offer to make me rich overnight
So simple, this ploy
A matter of much joy
Sell my firstborn and a night with my wife
Categories:
firstborn, fun,
Form:
Limerick
My firstborn's face was ever beautiful,
and, try as it might, nothing will compare.
Its light has my heart--indisputable!
A blessing I try to share with great care.
With awe, I find new blessings in the air
Categories:
firstborn, appreciation, baby, beautiful, blessing, child, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
"San Francisco hospital maternity ward the night after advent of my firstborn '76, reasoned work o’er Uni," ... by The Poet.
teen held wee life neath lamp light ~ what you doing ~ it’s the drugs dear good night
Categories:
firstborn, anniversary, baby, happiness, imagery, life,
Form:
Monoku
You are my firstborn --- Angelo
Hold tight to your life and do not let go --- Please
Your youth is worthy to --- Save
Follow your heart dig deep into ---Yourself
I will never stop loving you my --- Son
Mom
Categories:
firstborn, freedom, life, son,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
firstborn, 12th grade,
Form:
Limerick
In the meadow, a tragedy befell
a mother butterfly by a wishing well.
She'd wished for a son who could fly all crooked,
but a witch's curse prevailed, so wicked.
Her firstborn had the preposterous trait
of flying up and staying straight.
Categories:
firstborn, butterfly, mother son, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
A feast on your honour
Gold, silver and our first harvest
I also give to you my only son,
firstborn .
Treat him well
Paint your walls with
flowers from his blood
Leaves , buds and thorns in red.
I give to you a white lamb ,
A first born too .
Categories:
firstborn, absence, allusion, boy, conflict, death, seasons, war,
Form:
I do not know?
Hope for eternal life
Always the firstborn son
Really glad to be alive
Ready to travel
Interesting story teller,
Smart
Only young for a short time
Nice and sweet, and proud of his accomplishments
a tribute to Harrison Hilley in my children's church class.
Categories:
firstborn, dedication
Form:
Acrostic
True Radiance
There is no glow as bright as a mother
With her firstborn in her arms;
Disheveled like the sun rays
Of a child’s Crayola sun.
A smile that stretches and freezes for days,
Except while her eyes turn down and gaze
Upon that radiance of her loving babe
Eyes to eyes in love.
Categories:
firstborn, beauty, smile,
Form:
Rhyme
English Sestet Form
A Drake sat in a strawberry patch,
“Why would he sit in such?” You ask?
Well, a new breed of dragon this one be,
sweet little strawberry and green is he;
just watching the pollination of the bees.
The firstborn of his kind, he’s the bee’s knees!
Categories:
firstborn, animal, fun, myth, poems, poetry,
Form:
Other
Float upwards
Away from thoughts
To rest
Kingdom of rest
Wisdom alone lives
With no judge
Float up
Passed idea
Float up
Passed the truth
Passed bright grace
Above firstborn mind
Passed the mother of sounds
One
Silent one of light
Contest: Thought rested awareness
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
firstborn, introspection, silence, spiritual, surreal, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
A gulf as wide
As the ocean
Exists between
You and me.
Though the distance
Is great,
And the silence
Screams,
My love for you will
Never change.
It will ever be
As strong…
Strong and steady...
As the very first time
I heard
Your heart beat.
You are my firstborn
And will
Always be my baby.
I love you
Kataya.
Categories:
firstborn, daughter, devotion, family, love, mother, love,
Form:
Blank verse
My wilted, rotten, Rose bouquet –My veil, a crown of thorns.
As dowry to me Master gave a tail to match my horns…
and promised me the one to rule would be but my firstborn.
So something borrowed, something blue my broken Heart becomes.
Now I with sorrow say ‘I do’ to love but only one…
the one of which I stand before with Dreading Dress undone.
Categories:
firstborn, wedding,
Form:
Rhyme
A spawn of a demon
The firstborn was sacrificed
Though not fatally
Death still filled her soul
For offering to the devil
The monster took all she was worth
Forcefully, the two became one
Demons implanted into her soul
Never to be whole again
The girl pleas for restoration
Silent cries going unheard
And where is God in all this?
Probably watching alongside
Categories:
firstborn, dark
Form:
I do not know?
Two hearts met:
“firecrackers,” they said,
nearly six months apart,
‘works right from the start.
like rockets, their feet
shot off from the ground,
the sound most spectacular
a feat fated
for inextricable hearts.
Catherine wheels
connected for life, with
sparkler hands,
and of course,
she labored
with their firstborn
on Labor Day
and their youngest
inclined to kiss Christmas.
12/31/2020
Categories:
firstborn, firework, love,
Form:
Free verse
He said the undiplomatic cost
to all of us freedom celebrators,
to firstborn sons and daughters,
to last born future children,
would be far less
than its liberating value.
Value for and against whom?
Value for and against what healthy purpose?
Value for and against which wealthy constituents?
He couldn't say,
or wouldn't,
or shouldn't
Because he couldn't listen
and wouldn't savor
democratic peace.
Categories:
firstborn, bullying, hate, health, independence day, integrity, military,
Form:
Political Verse
A small secretion gave him away,
the tough marine who had yomped in a day
from San Carlos to Stanley, served in Helmand,
but now was defeated by the tiniest hand
that gripped his finger and wouldn't let go,
he swallowed hard, no feelings could show
the chink in his armour, that hard carapace,
as that small secretion rolled down his face
from eyes that looked down, completely undone
by this scrap of humanity, his firstborn, his son.
Categories:
firstborn, baby, birth, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
He watches, observes and loves with all his heart
Reservedly waiting to see reciprocation or active participation
Thinking, offering ideas for all to embrace,
Satisfaction to behold and a joy that floods his young face.
Considering others in wake of their pain
He goes the extra mile to ensure protection and such detailed accomplishment
While allowing others to make their own mistakes,
He reflects a sweet combo of trust and consideration.
Categories:
firstborn, appreciation, blessing, for him, son,
Form:
Free verse
I loved you beyond the night
my heart stopped, ushering you forth
I loved you with every fiber of my being
leaving to be bread winner
I loved you with such closeness
you were fledgling beneath my arm pit
I, who loved you in pain and heartache
refused to give you up
Because I loved the way you stood
awakening life in me when I fell
I loved you, though I was green with youth
in my veins; the iris of mine eyes as small as my pupils
*
Categories:
firstborn, absence, angel, bereavement, childhood, love,
Form:
I do not know?
What is joy?
It is a small child on Christmas morn.
A new mom, cuddling her firstborn.
Some fight so hard to keep it away.
They battle daily to keep it at bay.
Afraid to let it in.
In their ways, they are too set in
Others welcome it with a full embrace,
living full of grace.
It is all around,
running here and there like a merry-go-round.
Without the time to witness
we will never feel it's gentle caress.
dedicated to Theresa Combs
Categories:
firstborn, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
MUM
always there
mums the word
after all her eyes
are everywhere
in the backseat
drying all
the steamy windows
winking at you
opening the car door
chasing away
the tawdry blond
it’s all for the good
of her handsome son
she won’t let you get away
and she’ll chase you down
to plant a kiss
on her firstborn
toddler son
11/10/2017
Categories:
firstborn, humor, mother son,
Form:
Light Verse
Categories:
firstborn, childhood, dream, memory, youth,
Form:
Rhyme