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A poem by: L.R.Joslin
Do you think I forgot about you?...Never...You are my baby...I will always be your mami, baby. I will always continue to sing you lullabies from my heart into the wind.
To be without my angels is to be without my soul They breathe for me, they live for me To keep them happy is my goal You can have your phones, your wifi and your money Without my angels, my life isn't honey
Tears stream down my faceIt's just me and you in this lonely placeYou are so stiff and so coldMy baby, its the last time you'll be in my holdMy darling, I dread to say, "I'm sorry you cannot stay.
Ghetto babies rap their own lullabies because mommy just can't seem to hush their screeching cries For the love that lies within the cracks of her arms that enjoy being kissed by the needle of her one true love
It's ok Grace even though the race came in a fast pace Tracy's gone long gone away far beyond the clouds long beyond the stars even though she still rocks the little Tracy now talks
sometimes, I like to walk out side and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting. things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb that one day this won't exsit any more.
Forget Me Not *controversial* Morning sickness brings the blues, Monthly cycle is overdue. She was drunk that night, Flinging morals in the wind,
Great night for fireworks
You are not alone Same feeling, different situations
Because it is vulnerable, an option, you might see. Wide out in the open, entire visibility.
Kindness, is it only but a word? A person who hears people's needs. But oddly, sadly, is never ever heard.
You try your best to see the light. In a blinding sheet of darkness. You ignore and try to forget.
Your baby hand: so strong, s small. Your fragile head; I won't let you fall. Your eyes are closed, and you're asleep; yet you are perfect from hair to feet.
Infants, toddlers, new-borns *Cutest wittle cheeks I’ve ever seen!* BABIES. They were the last two of the sweetest and most ripe apples From the tree whose roots lay the foundation of mankind
What I Hate Do you know what I absolutely hate? What makes me so sick to my stomach? And my skin crawl with repulsion? I’ll tell you what I hate:
Another day, another way,
I down another bottle To wash the pain away. For a brief moment, I feel a bit okay.
Though the journey is rough, I can. The intensity is unbearable, but I can. I will help others. I strive to be the best. Failure is only a trial. I will be the best neonatal nurse. I think I can.
A baby is a baby no matter the color of its hands and feet. Raised sometimes by a loving mother giving words of love so sweet. It doesn't matter white or brown we grow the same. So young we don’t know what we're in for.
I walked in alone No phone, no knife, no money I walked in alone
Little Feet, Tiny Hands, Heart that Holds at Every Glance , My love youuomnfhagfihnsd yououoyj jbhag em youy you my mym Mymummm
Perspiration slowly drips onto face, the butterflies season exceeded in the interior, The brain playing drums with the heart, teeth stabs the tongue-
Those little hands will never know
Back in the day when everyone was wild and free All these long haired, peace lovin girls would have babies. Instead of the natural age for having a child at twenty - five or on
Screaming... Yelling... Patience... Squeezing... Pain... Standing Aside... Watching... Feeling Helpless... How can a person sleep through this... Wailing... Aunt looks scared... Hold my hand... "don't TOUCH me!" PUSH... Again... harder...
What ever happened to the innocent hellos? And the guys mesmerized by a girls eyes.. The days where you had to ask a dad for a date..and he decides yes or no.. And a first kiss meant everything..
Why would you creat a life when you are not even husband and wife ...........Babies having babies who would have known when you yourself is not even grown.........Teen pregnacie what was you both thinking how will you support them with no job no h
Just Listen… Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me
As long as a need exists, I will write; The innocent must have voice, I will fight. For babies in the womb, They must see light. For a beaten woman, They must not fear the night.
I am mommy I am sister I am BFF I am your snuggles And your cuddles I am the best The best maker Of food and crafts And fun The best everything Of anything For everyone
I wish life was easier I wish dads didn’t die I wish babies didn’t cry I wish the winter weather Wasn’t so anti-tender I wish love was easy And hate hard I wish people weren’t so corny
Baby Just one little word Replays through my mind It engulfs me Baby baby baby I hear it all around They point and stare Their mouths agape Baby baby baby How did this happen?