Baby Social Poems | Examples
These Baby Social poems are examples of Social poems about Baby. These are the best examples of Social Baby poems written by international poets.
Manners are the party fancy —
Petit goldleaf on the melting pudding,
A sticking cream now on your fingers,
Immovable for hours.
Manners like a lady,
Her morning bonnet pinned,
Perching, tilting in the wind.
That flat earth, mountained at the dome,
With feather shores and flower groves,
Shiny plastics, false as those at home.
Nods and bobs and toothy smiles,
Inflections in their proper place,
But my greetings, lumbersome and cumbering,
Like falling up the carpet staircase.
Admire my racing stripes—
How fast they run my eager thoughts,
Like greyhounds on the track.
Striped in life, strung up in death,
A dripping turkey, limbs akimbo.
My brain is too human for me,
My tongue declares me animal,
Its words condemn me man.
So I crave the choking baby squeeze,
Until my secrets spill, hurled,
Bile like from the lemon press,
Dribbling, a puddle,
A sour sting to wipe your turgid eyes,
And join the salty swimming race.
I know why you follow him.
Dolls can never admit a rough and tumble
bad boy is what they want. In your stainless
steel world? There is no room for graffiti.
It simply isn’t okay for something to feel so
deliciously dirty. I promise you, I get it.
I know why you follow him.
Dolls never want the ones who are polished.
Until they are cracked in half by the guys
with unholy rough edges. Even then?
Nothing else but their blood can fill the
cracks. It’s a hell of a glitch of the mind.
I know why you follow him.
Baby doll, stalking is so much fun isn’t it?
Just imagine finding one exactly like him.
Honesty will lead you to the promise land.
But you’re content with a cuss and crush
session every time you read his poetry.
I know why you follow him.
Dolls get addicted to a fantasy so fast.
It’s a living breathing romance novel.
Will he? Could he? Does he really like that?
A twin flame and he’s so safely away.
But you get with his head every single day.
Baby doll I know why you follow him
because I follow him too.
'Bout to get bodacious, baby.
'Bout to be so voracious, sweetie.
Tired of malicious gossip and rancid rumors
of generation X versus baby boomers.
Tired of 24/7 news tickers mixed with commercials
of politicians speeches and shopping channels.
Tired of professional liars and fake success stories
of stock market bubbles and financial worries.
Tired of living in fear and eating sugary crap
of being left in the cold without a coat or a hat.
Tired of being told what to do
of listing to people who do not have a clue.
If the end was near would we know
or would there be another TV reality show?
To fill the void to fill the gap
for where we are going there is no map.
Watching the protests grow larger and stronger
burying hope in the stench of a dumpster
Hearing speakers extol baby-burners
they themselves as unhinged as murderers
What has America come to when human butchery is praised
with social media as their church, on such values our youth is now raised
A stiff neck in need of a massage,
I watch her break her back in parts.
Too often saviours feel the most pain,
Too often, their sacrifices lie in vain.
What is she to the world if she can't breathe?
Who saves heros when they are in need?
She cries out for those who bleed,
Whilst her own blood oozes in speed.
She soaks her worries in a steamed bath,
To lessen the weight off of her path.
My baby, I worry about your mental health,
Promise me you will find inner strength.
I pray she survives her daily routine,
She shouldn't have to act so pristine.
Many are the troubles of the world,
I hope she heals whilst being so bold.
28 June 2022
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal
Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the First World Man
He’s got his looks and he’s got his books
It’s time to hang the rich from hooks
It’s ragtime for nobility
A dirty call-to-arms
Get back to true civility
And the world of timeless charms
The Kings must bow their dying heads
The peasants must take back their bread
Get ready – it’s our time instead
To wake up in four-poster beds
It’s ragtime for nobility
A national parricide
Loot every last facility
And take this baby for a ride
Ragtime –
So flag down the junkman
It’s Depression-era bliss
All over, all over again
Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the Third World Man
Time to adopt his own green tongue
And carve tribal scars into our young
It’s ragtime for nobility
A bloody call-to-arms
A rite of male virility
In the face of modern bombs
Ragtime for nobility
Goodnight to the past
Conform each’s ability
To a new kinda social class
A newly born baby
Was blinking her eyes
Tried to understand
What was going on there
Mystery made him sleepy
He cried hard and fall asleep.
Strange men strange talk
Perhaps perfect in their task
Were going to perform duty
They suggested few names
A name was selected
That was reflecting her caste
Religion and almost nationality.
A child fate was decided
Without her consent
And now she was a victim of
Codes of conduct in that society.
Without her desire
They designed her beliefs
And made slave of their thoughts.
* Depicting a young child or baby with sight impairment
given clear vision
Lens enhanced perception
Sands your face with precision
Rallying rows of eyelash perfection
Brush my conscience, bless my vision
Thrown avalanche realisation
My astonishment reflects rapture
Silent diction becomes spacious
Adoration boomerang captured
Freshly arrived from dim duller places
I glean impact of quiet transferrence
Transfixed by sculpted undulations
Facial telling message emergence
Struck by contrast's dimensions
Your eyes emit layers translated
Squeals of delight bolster senses
Sight huddles sound collaborated
Bearing immense advantage
Wearing miraculous glasses
Definition's parade outlandish
Ripples accompany laughter
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Nursing is to restoring peace,
restorative win/win justice,
as surgical judging is to punishing injustice,
retributive win/lose justice.
Nursing ecosystems
and nurturing egocenters
can often be used synonymously,
as nursing is to nurturing.
To nurse a baby
ecosystem
is first to nurture a cherished developing infant
non-zero zone egocenter.
We, nurses and nurturers,
share a nutritional history
of healthcare giving safety
and receiving, in return, wellbeing significance
Delivered best
and most durably,
resiliently,
when care works in coincidental resonant ways
Nurturing all win/win
multilateral directions
ecosystemic
metaphoric,
All polypathic nursing selections
seductions
egocentering healthiest wealth,
analogic
Ecological nursing
felt empowerment
and needed co-investment
in ego/theo-logical nurture.
SEDOKA Kittens
purring so cute sweet
jumping, leaping softly creeps
purr, meow, purr, meeow-purr
kittens all around
rolling, cuddles falling down
listen to them play meow...
1/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Written in Poetry style of SEDOKA VERSE
A heartless mean person dumped a puppy. It found us of course.
Our dog went nuts.
Not happy.
My husband wanted to keep it.
Named it Baby Buddy because he did not want to check whether it was a boy or girl.
The puppy bit me.
Accidentally when it got crazy happy to see me.
I have rescued over twenty puppies. This was the first one that ever did that.
I have a tiny slit in my arm because Baby has a razor tooth.
This dog is really cute.
I posted his photo on social media.
Three people began fighting over who would run over to our house and adopt him.
We pretended his name was Buddy.
Knowing she was a girl now, but afraid a girl would not be picked up.
Spaying costs so much more than neutering.
A car drives up.
We wait.
Is it one of the people who is fighting over Baby Buddy?
We wait all day, hopeful.
None of them come.
They probably just wanted their friends to give them credit for almost coming.
Social media is so misleading!
POTTY TALK
verse 1
Potty talk to me Baby.
Baby Baby GooGoo potty talk to me.
Baby Baqby GooGoo potty talk
Potty talk to me.
Don't never stop Potty talkin to me
Baby Baby
GooGoo
Potty talk Potty talk to me.;
Don't never stop
Potty talkin to me!
(to be discontinued...)
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I knew'd you was a snake
when I first saw you
laying your beady eyes on me
You were a grifter on the take,
working a con is what you do
Entry angles is what your lurking eyes see
You got dem snake eyes,
looking for where the tongue should strike
You got dem well thought out lies,
searching for the one you think I might like
You're a pure hustler,
bred through and through
Clipping a mark is the thing that you do best
Treat dem like a buster,
let dem think they're playing you
Get dem looking east while you're heading west
You got dem snake eyes,
always shifting, cold reptilian gaze
You got dem well planned goodbyes,
timed to slither away after starting the blaze
Once you put that smoke in someone's eyes,
they become blind to the fact
they've been duped and were none the wise,
all along it was all just an act
But when you peered at me
with dem predatory snake eyes,
I knew'd right then your history
Even with your human mask on,
I saw right through your disguise
So when you tried to bite me, baby I was gone
Watch out for dem snake eyes,
dem lurking eyes watching you
Be leery of dem snake eyes,
or you might see dem devour you
Don't you find it ironic?
Isn't it ironic?
As time progresses,
this baby boomer generation
has been exposed to radio, newspapers, magazines.
Each media touched our minds and ears early on
with it came inspiration and emotion
as the world was changing and evolving.
Then with education, time and knowledge
came the television, space exploration, modern technology
expanding personal computers,cds, dvds, laptops, tablets, cell phones.
Now, we are blinded, oblivious and drowning in its ease
and the lack of face to face communication
within us lies the desire to find quiet and escape this false communion.
Today, I turned off the tv, the radio, the laptop, the cell
to see you face to face, to speak and touch you
to find the reality that surely exists between us.
For a moment
Stop!
Stop texting, twittering and tweeting,
shut down you phone, close your tablet,
find your true voice
and speak to me, face to face once again.