Baby Poems | Examples of Baby Poetry

I wake up in a room full of mirrors, a funhouse of distortion where reality is blurred. I gasp, for in one of the mirrors, I see a young version of me— rocking and singing a lullaby to my newborn baby girl, with a full head of dark hair. By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair— a million-dollar family. Sighing...

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To all my children, may you please be aware! I don't always show it, but I will always care. Each of you have been a great gift to me. Your births made this man happy as can be. Each came to this world in a very unique way. Causing me to humble, seek God and to pray. I'd like to share...

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Lunar alabaster gleams beneath the void The infant’s mind is carved in stone Neural patterns branch like frost across the barren surface Face recognition etched in marble relief The first spark of knowing Sound waves frozen into rings echo mother's silent song Small fingertip grooves map first touch sensation then the human footprints vanish, art remains...

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There are many perks to working in a bookstore… There’s the books, the music playing in the background… the wide variety of people I get to meet…. but one unexpected but welcomed perk…are all those baby feet. Parents enter with their babies in strollers…and it’s the parents’ faces I first greet… but before I see the baby’s face…dangling out in...

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We heard your heartbeat, The sound of a strong heart, They gave me pictures of you, And I couldn’t help but smile. Day by day you grow, You get stronger every day, We can’t wait to finally meet you, I long to hold you in my arms. We don’t know what gender you are, But we’re ready to love you, We’re getting your room ready, And...

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350,000 are babies born each day across our planet Earth. They look to us, their parents and adults, to give their hopes and dreams and wishes birth. To teach them how to use their voice to communicate… their ears to listen and their eyes to truly see… To teach them how everyone deserves their love their respect, their compassion, their...

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The sky and the ocean The light and the darkness The sun and the moon The pink and the blue My paintings, Poems, and Quotes Everything came true When I realised They were all YOU......

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I adopted a baby grandma said Who would let that old woman adopt? They’d have to be wrong in their head We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Buddy and Di. But believe it or not, she adopted a fellow. Knit him blankets and booties all in soft yellow An...

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They said you’d never survive, That there were complications with the pregnancy, They told me it would be painful, Yet they made you stay in my womb. They said there was nothing they could do, That you were too weak, They knew they couldn’t save you, But that they could save me. There used to be a choice for me, But I don’t have...

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"How does it feel” asks Aaro, "to ride these currents of air?" "Like dancing with invisible partners," the bird sings back. "See how mountains wear clouds like soft crowns" "They look like sleeping giants," whispers Aaro. "Rivers below us wind like silver serpents," calls the bird. "Threading through valleys like thoughts through dreams." "Why do humans build walls when the sky has none?" asks the bird. "We create boundaries...

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Lotus flowers grow from black mud. This is what Aaro sees, standing at the edge of a pond full of lotuses in the garden. Beauty rises from darkness. Pink petals open above murky water, green leaves spread like hands on the surface. The roots know secrets the flowers will never tell, how strength comes from places without light or colour. What was buried...

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baby rabbit peeks from her hiding place to see a world to new eyes...

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Aaro stands still and sees a snake among green leaves. What she thinks, she becomes, her eyes wide as new moons. The painted snake moves without moving, its path already chosen. "I can make things real too," whispers Aaro to herself. Each day she plants a thought like a seed in dark soil. Each night she waters it with dreams that never sleep. The snake found its...

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Sudden sound of rushing water A mighty roaring wind Carrying a flame of fire It settled upon me, flowing over me As a baptism in silent seas A moment of stillness lasting a lifetime Filing me with the heady warmth of fine wine An overwhelming feeling of love and peace Boiled over from my eyes, dripping salty tears Then I knew The earnest search The...

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lub-dub soft her noble heart ‘in absentia,’ torn apart proxies sent to pregnant women from ‘present moments’ indeed did start ...

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