Crib Poems - Poems about Crib

I think his iris is timid in sight, Find him his cig, its light. Its lit tip is in its crib, I did right to fight with his timid skin in sight. Sight this lid, I dig, I did. His nick is with him in his crib, I hit his crib with him with light. It is in rid if its rig,...

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There once was Glenda with slippers to share. Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair. She ducked behind Oz’s curtain To do what is uncertain, But the Lion put a crib in his lair. ...

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My Fair Lady Lidja--disquiet--sigh Limit thine opinions, my Lord Miltrose, Thy intent fails midst tardily shadows Albeit findeth tis aid satisfy Ahh! My Lord Sir Gilroy, tis nice surprise Twill thine fair milieu idle pitched moist lips Delivery thrills with a smile post scripts Admittedly the id did simplify A lady said the incident eclipse Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs Flights robins...

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Long the silence in his crib Where happiness once bloomed. Draped in black are closed white doors Of his empty nursery room. No longer does his hobby horse Rock wildly with abandon. No longer does his happy voice Echo down the hallway canyon. Long are the faces of his parents In the nearby silent bedroom, Which hide unanswered questions Among...

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he wore a green hat with a red flower he was my bestie, and I adored him the first person I saw in the morning my bestie, Wiggly Worm there were three creatures hanging off him two bugs and a butterfly they all three had enormous smiles they made my day in their vibrant colors I loved them so when I was two...

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Let each one of us prepare a crib to welcome Jesus in his heart, Thus We could learn to love one another and would stop living apart! © Demetrios Trifiatis 24 December 2022 - MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERY FELLOW POET AND HIS FAMILY! -...

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there's a little dog that's laughing at a cow jumping the moon and a cat playing a fiddle on the wall of a bright room where a mobile's hanging silent waiting patiently to turn like the pages on the bookshelf that proclaim it's fun to learn and there's a bible on a small crib with its cross depicting love for a child born sadly...

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Christmas memory reminders activated by ancestral crib...

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Some men are against Women's Lib So the FBI told a fib If men aren't on top They can't get the drop On curves from an Insolent Rib...

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RATTLE BATTLE Aug. 21, 2021 for 'A BRIAN STRAND 2 to 5 line ' Poetry Contest...

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As I lie here in my six foot crib Trying not to cry and disturbing the script Must follow it to a tee Or be swept out to sea With all the sharks who'll eat me to bits...

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CRIB OF BETHLEHEM Do all pets go to heaven? Do they all cross the rainbow bridge? Do you have to love the stuffings out of them? Pay the toll bridge? Are they puppies or full grown crops? How will we know it’s them? Will they be found by our Savior’s side — by the crib of Bethlehem? Will we...

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The curious eighteen-month-old decided to try To enjoy his crib, and play with his jeep one morning. His mother slept in until nine o’clock, But woke with a start. Scared to death to look in the crib. Then she heard squeals of delight And realized he was sing-babbling, Playing, entertaining himself. She wisely did not scoop him up. Instead, watched his play, smiling...

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It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're childishly crying at the crib We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth. I swear we all need bibs. Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that mindfully should be hid. Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and "unrightfully" out...

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Little kids who go to bed Very often wake up dead Around their necks the blankets wrap; While they sleep, their necks go, "Snap!" Wake up choking in the night Find the blankets tied on tight Yank and pull the awful noose Die because you can’t get loose. From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems & Stories....

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