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 up against a backyard veranda square post gave off this comfy vibe that quickly made better my visual acuity, especially...

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

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Human life is an endless cycle. Infancy, childhood, adulthood and so on ...

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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 day. He cycled down to the nearest pub they closed at eleven, the town only had 3 Uphill was more difficult. On Sunday....

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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 with delight Screech, scream, shriek with might Bubbly and jolly With full ETERNAL energy. Young Playful and carefree mischief Cementing EVERLASTING friendship Creating nostalgic memories Wonderful ENDLESS queries. Adulthood...

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

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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 grow. Till then, I have no idea but I long to just glow concretising my fantasies to be real. It's fun...

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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, as so forth, life begets thee. Brushing past the simple melodies, until the arrow of time strikes, she bears her...

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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...

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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 haze; tender stem bows and bends Strong, directionless winds blow; the fragile stalk spins Froward pests snip at the intestinal fiber, productive...

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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 endowed within its wings? Can such resplendent light induce defect? Does radiance incite its ragged rings? If so, what poor parental sense does...

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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 may dissapear, As I may awake from this dream, Having drifted from my mind as if it were never there, And parish with...

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