Baby poems are a beautiful way of celebrating the birth of your child. Every parent welcomes the baby in their own style. You can also use poetry to express your emotions for the newest member of your family. Baby poems convey a mixed feeling of parenthood and the exceptional bond you share with your baby through its rhyming verses. Although the feeling may be ineffable, poetry makes it easier to convey your innermost joy. Scroll through for some beautiful poems for your baby that can also be printed as messages on clothes and gifts to announce the big news.
Baby Girl Poems
Baby girls are no less than princesses. As you see your girl growing day by day, you can pamper her and make her feel special. We have some wonderful poems for baby girls here.
1. Her Impact On Me
Her eyes like diamonds, Reflecting and refracting the light of her heart, Filling my world with the luminescence of a love I have never seen before. I have felt darkness so thick it chokes. The darkness hasn’t a chance when she enters my world. I have seen horrid sights that cloud a once clear mind. My memories fade with her smile. The silence, once so quite my eardrums ached, Has been soothed with her laughter and childlike words. I see the miracle of a growing, learning child, In the landscape of my life I once thought of a baron. Do I do what’s right for her? Do I love her as much as she deserves? I did not know how to truly love before she became a part of my being. I do and will forever love her with the deepest, truest love this tattered heart can muster. I am now part of the lucky. I am now part of the blessed. — Paul Gould Jr.
Baby Boy Poems
Blessed with a baby boy? Now you can see how quickly your time passes playing with your little man. He would love it when you play and sing poems, and his cute little eyes would shine with happiness.
2. Beautiful Bundle Of Joy, My Baby Boy
It all started the moment you opened your eyes, I was in shock, a boy, what a surprise, Your little toes wiggled, I pictured in my mind your perfect little giggle, You were something so new to me, But I was so proud to have a piece of me, That I could hold forever, You would always be mine, I thought to myself.. I hope you will grow up to be caring and kind, I dressed you in the cutest clothes I could find, You stared at the light so much… I’m surprised you’re not blind, Through all the spit up and mess, We always did our best, With all the moments we shared, We make an amazing pair, You’re getting so big, I can hardly believe it, Well I can, I’m just shocked to see it, You’re learning so much, And talking a bunch, Bouncing all over the place, With the world’s biggest smile on your face, And in my heart you will always have a place, Your mom is what I will always be, We are linked in the most amazing family tree, We will always have a bond like no one could know, and who would have thought, That it would all start with your wiggling toes. — Amber Bolduan
3. The Gift Of Life
As you come into the world pink or blue, Family is there to see a new baby. brown, black, or blue are your eyes blonde, brown, or red is your hair. chubby or slim is your body type whatever you are, your parent’s are proud years may come and years will go Parents are there for you to know. They will teach and you will learn They will say and you will do. There is one thing that I know Life is beautiful. No matter your hair color, eye color, chubby or slim your parent’s will love you deep within. — Christina L. Joseph
4. Daddy’s Little Water Bug
A violet bathing suit Stretched over a baby’s round body Rolls of fat spilling over the baby’s tiny arms. Cheeks as pump as little butterballs An infant giggle: Yet to be corrupted by the world, Yet to experience loss or heartbreak. Only concerned with one thing: The crisp, cool water in a plastic blue swimming pool Just deep enough to cover her ankles. Looking up at Daddy whose strong , sculpted arms hold her steady Whose handsome eyes remain constant over the years Given as a gift, later to become her eyes, But not quite yet. For now, all that matters Is the hot breeze. And the tiny open palm that splashes water. Hearing the sound of Daddy’s deep voice A low grumble of words only distinguishable to baby, The smell of humidity and stuffy afternoon, Spending time with Daddy. — Whitney D. Bair
