Short Newborns Poems
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ocean cries
as tears of crystal
overflow the land
earths womb gives birth
to many newborns.
Lo! Birth has teared a newborns eyes
Her womb is now an empty swell---
A dream of joy- 'Tis life
"My love," Said I, "He is beautiful"
In the ether's are
Energies, soul essences
Awaiting bodies.
God fills all orders;
Especially newborns in
Very little time.
Daybreak crackles, nested birds stir
Moon shadows bed them just as they were
No day for school or lessons to fly
These are newborns; did you have to ask why?
newborns annoy me
sounding like distressed cats
I plug my ears
people say they are cute
I want the names of these people
I think they are ugly as shaved mice
Broccoli crowns and carrot sticks
removed by dental floss and toothpicks
Popcorn, peanuts and caramel corn
leave my teeth like newborns'
Birth
New Life
Blossoming
Fascinated
babes.
They
await
adventures
No concept of
Death.
Written 3-2-19
For: "Light up the Page Poetry "
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Off
The coast
Of Maui
The northern whales
Migrate to the shores
To sun and raise
Their newborns
Earlier
On
11/10/23
A November Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Andrea Dietrich
For centuries, families in India for reasons of luck
Have tossed their babies from a 50-foot tower, they've run amuck
These guys are “bleat”
Babies land on a bed sheet
A custom to which these newborns are blessed as they chuck
Now I am an Uncle,
Never been one before.
Newborns are always grand,
Nonetheless, I have a
Niece, Macy is her birth
Name, how could she be a
Nuisance? She looks like me!
30~April~2017
For Pleiades N contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman.
Light in the darkness;
Orange blossoms hearld new fruits.
They ride the wafting winds.
A fruit tree gives birth
Fleshing out its little ones;
Orchards of newborns.
Colored baubles hand
On arms reaching for sunlight;
Bountiful harvest!
Making love to the Muse
newborns fell upon the page
And we named them one by one
as we lined them up by age
Making love to the Muse
a new progeny was spawned
With death now but a servant
—and each child turned to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
On paper sheets, crisp and white,
we labor over the words we write.
Newborns, in lines they lay,
their mouths wide open,
with more to say.
They cry at us and won't shut up,
until they are weaned from bottle to cup.
And as they grow, their voices are heard.
Clearly now you'll hear every word.
As the Cup Runneth Over
thirst
dire, immediate
pleading, despairing, compelling
newborns, world, pneuma, rivers
living, assuaging, redeeming
quenched, blessed
wellspring
(c) sally young eslinger 11/8/2023
Kansas City is having a huge winter blizzard
my dogs are hibernating
sleeping deader than black bears
cold nose-chilling wind is whistling
woodland creatures are in hiding
monster storm of twenty, twenty-five
do not expect another one for a hundred years
a few newborns might see the next one
but not me, and probably not you
Dear Purple,
Your silhouette sight
cascaded as a waterfall
at sunset:
reveals life
assuring even newborns of an unbroken Love
Dear Purple,
Your smile
like a priceless gift
brings true happiness and joy
wrapped in ecstatic gaiety
Dear Purple,
Your face
like a supersun,
gives beyond light and
space to galaxies and planets
The most beloved things in life
Are the things so small
It could be a hunters knife
Or the sound of a newborns call
A young boys first kiss
Or a young lovers bliss
Something everyone may at sometime miss
From a pet
To the first person you ever met
Keep these things close to heart
Because these are the things that make life worth living.
Form:
Whales and snails
Bees and fleas
Apples and eagles
All from the Big Bang
Planets shine and align
Bananas and cheetahs
Seashore and dinosaurs
All from the Big Bang
Peaches and cheeses
Asparagus and cactus
Human eye and butterflies
All from the Big Bang
Newborns and acorns
Pandas and pooches
Goose and spruce
All from the Big Bang
Really?
The universe of smelling diapers and that restless nightlife,
You have to focus more on the child than your own life.
Seeing your child grin,
You snuggled for some time.
Their common grin without any teeth,
Makes each family complete.
With beloved newborns in your arms with adoration,
No, not exactly a bit of a star is tumbled from paradise above.
On paper sheets,
crisp and white,
we labor over
the words we write.
Like newborns,
in lines they lay,
their mouths wide open,
with much to say.
They cry at us
and won't shut up,
until hey are weaned
from bottle to cup.
Then as they grow,
their voices are heard.
Quickly now,
write every word!
(But remember, they
still need diaper changes.
(editing)
T housands of newborns today
H ope in each full-throated cry
E bullient parents fly high
N o need to ask them why, their
E very thought, their every prayer
W inging its way Upstairs
N ews in Heaven spreads fast
E very angel well-pleased
W ith all the positive news
S hare it in millions of views
From the ancestors
Generations to generations
Lives carry on like new sprouts
And flourishing like a jungle
Newborns are our hope
Nowadays newborns are totally different
Imbedded in an aircond surrounding
With love and care
A lot of toys
A lot of playmates
Hyperactive, alert and wise
Will carry on the family tree
And our mission
A mission of love of course
Winter dies; green spring arrives with the start of something great.
Like parents with newborns, we can be in a euphoric state!
For summer’s brief fling with fun and sun, some can hardly wait!
Then fall recalls life's each sweet moment with foretaste of our fate.
April 14, 2017 for the Broken Wing's Form M- Monorhyme Poetry Contest
The babies are so much fun,
So cuddly and warm,
So snuggly, and wonderful,
So ugly when first born.
The babies are so loved,
So cherished, so alive!
But the newborns, with their cat-cries,
Are so annoying when they cry.
Yes, I will babysit your baby.
And we can play and sing and laugh.
I will give her and him both bottles,
But if it is a newborn, I will pass.
SPRING GARDEN
wildflower blossoms
a coiffured carpet of moss
curlicues of vines
calligraphic bold sonnet
intoxicating fragrance
~
budding green love taps
from a small child’s fingertips
on each oaken branch
lucid tickle of sunlight
robin builds her newborns’ nest
3/14/2017
Carlton D Kennedy’s The Love Of Nature contest
Tanka Form