Infancy Poems - Poems about Infancy

During Infancy During infancy the wires on the TVs, which transmit or get signals, were responsible for my fast brain growth at 4 weeks. My first words: declare to be true and affirmative. The metal pole leaning...Read the rest...

Inception of true life, Incitement of new birth, Immaturity pure, Instruction to follow, Information from books, Inexperience but It leads to deep learning....Read the rest...

Human life is an endless cycle. ...Read the rest...

The infancy of TV in Norway He came home early to see the news on TV. After the news weather forecast Then a bit of entertainment a lady played the guitar and sang badly end of TV for that...Read the rest...

Human being, a bundle of abundant emotions: Positive and Negative. Choose it wisely......By Poet A LIFE CYCLE: ENDLESS EMOTIONS A smooth transition of emotions From one stage to another one From teeny-weeny to young age Then adulthood to old age. Infancy Squeals...Read the rest...

younger than the may and full of innocent joy tomboy needs his toy...Read the rest...

A flying elephant I wish I could be; in glowing elegance clear for all to see. Yet a crying infant buzzing as a bee; ignorant of the substance that is holding me. I hear them say: I'll also...Read the rest...

Oh! young persimmon tree how ripe and seraphic art thee; ignorance at thy feet, when thou were but a babe,with no words to cede, mum as the mummy. How life welcomes thee, ephemeral and saccharine,...Read the rest...

Television way back in it's infancy Pure as the driven snow, no naughty imagery Bikinis, not a chance No extra tight pants This distorted view of life will go down in infamy...Read the rest...

A defenseless seed planted in spring's tempestuous furrow Nourished with fertile juices; warmed in caressing burrow Escaping subterranean cavern into formative strand, roots still shallow   Sprouting into a strappling seedling that doth hope, promise bellow In sweltering, summer...Read the rest...

What silk conducts the frail nocturnal moth? What hand commands its drunken fabric flight? Whose guiding threads are weaved within its cloth? --the same maternal moon that knits the night? Can such a lantern lead it to neglect the sov'reignty...Read the rest...

Trees sway ever so lightly in the breeze. Clear streams flow along the earth nearby. Birds sing natures melody happily. Wildflowers paint the meadow in colors. A gravel driveway completing the scene. As I, afraid to touch anything, for it...Read the rest...