Poems about Birth
#birth
Poems about birth and being born. Poetry about mothers giving birth to their children, and poems about new life beginning. Includes nature poems about the birth of other animals.
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april songs: journey of life 6
april song 06—concupiscent
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.
for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.
antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,...
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan
that the cosmos could not span.
for the seed of but one woman
could the serpent’s head make squash,
though the heel of this One True Man
felt a bruise—a mere wish-wash.
antecedent concupiscence
lusts the fountains of the mind,
as does consequent imprudence
leave all innocence behind.
but the vantage of the nations,
clothed with lowly righteousness,
is unmoved by mock oblations,...
#birth
#motherhood
#NaPoWriMo2024
#redemption
#sacrifice
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april songs: journey of life 5
april song 05—infantile
thus the specimental blueprint
nurtured by umbilicus
comes to terms with awesome foot-sprint
whose Seed shall deliver us.
infantile—complete but helpless
—in the milk of human care.
shall He bloom blood-red and selfless,
with whose love none can compare?
is the crown of thorns too prickly
for the innocent of birth?
does the Cross bring death too quickly
to redeem a fallen earth?
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan ...
thus the specimental blueprint
nurtured by umbilicus
comes to terms with awesome foot-sprint
whose Seed shall deliver us.
infantile—complete but helpless
—in the milk of human care.
shall He bloom blood-red and selfless,
with whose love none can compare?
is the crown of thorns too prickly
for the innocent of birth?
does the Cross bring death too quickly
to redeem a fallen earth?
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan ...
#birth
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sacrifice
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april songs: journey of life 4
april song 04—foetal
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of unspoilt desire.
post-coital foetal pleasures
nurse the womb of every mom
whose gestation days are measures
of the days of femme et homme.
through the dark, unfolding ages
of the journeyings of man,
comes the Ransom for sin’s wages—
liberty for everyone!
thus the specimental blueprint
nurtured by umbilicus
comes to terms with awesome foot-sprint,
whose...
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of unspoilt desire.
post-coital foetal pleasures
nurse the womb of every mom
whose gestation days are measures
of the days of femme et homme.
through the dark, unfolding ages
of the journeyings of man,
comes the Ransom for sin’s wages—
liberty for everyone!
thus the specimental blueprint
nurtured by umbilicus
comes to terms with awesome foot-sprint,
whose...
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeChangingMoment #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeChangingMoment #NaPoWriMo2024
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april songs: journey of life 3
april song 03—embryonic
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign border
that restrains the worldly-wise.
embryonic ill is fatal
to the unborn innocent
who does not pursue postnatal
rectitude with bold intent.
well might he the father’s grapevine
nurture with its bitter ink,
or else walk hope’s trim and thin line,
though he teeters on the brink.
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of...
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign border
that restrains the worldly-wise.
embryonic ill is fatal
to the unborn innocent
who does not pursue postnatal
rectitude with bold intent.
well might he the father’s grapevine
nurture with its bitter ink,
or else walk hope’s trim and thin line,
though he teeters on the brink.
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of...
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2024
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Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
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Birth #1
Eighteen summers back
I forged the silhouette
of a love bird
that chirped
with fledgling strength
Her lyrics and melody
fashioned a layered truth
from the language of stars
And wild mountain flocks
Etched their way through
the heat and pressure of clouds
turning the carbon rocks
into a pool of diamonds
For nine long moons I stretched
Into the shapes of limbs and wings
Fierce and graceful
a baby dragonette grew
deep within my belly
I beckoned the flocks
to...
I forged the silhouette
of a love bird
that chirped
with fledgling strength
Her lyrics and melody
fashioned a layered truth
from the language of stars
And wild mountain flocks
Etched their way through
the heat and pressure of clouds
turning the carbon rocks
into a pool of diamonds
For nine long moons I stretched
Into the shapes of limbs and wings
Fierce and graceful
a baby dragonette grew
deep within my belly
I beckoned the flocks
to...
#birth
#motherhood
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Pre-Order
#birth
#sex
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Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
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Glass Box
the womb of the
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
#birth
#identity
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This brief glow.
The atom lives forever
or so I've heard said,
ten to the thirty-fifth power
it were in a book what I read.
Now, we are built from atoms
bound in our body mass,
on death, released, what happens
Why', they are put out to grass!
Or wrought to air, composed as such,
and from this mortal blow,
free forever, as I clutch,
to my brief glow.
or so I've heard said,
ten to the thirty-fifth power
it were in a book what I read.
Now, we are built from atoms
bound in our body mass,
on death, released, what happens
Why', they are put out to grass!
Or wrought to air, composed as such,
and from this mortal blow,
free forever, as I clutch,
to my brief glow.
#birth
#death
#rhyming
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Long live the jellyfish
In the brine of forgotten ages,
Drift the jellyfish, translucent and eternal,
their bodies pulsing with borrowed light,
a dance of impermanence.
We mere mortals envy your secret pact,
to give up persecution for eternity,
and embrace the abyss of oblivion,
where memories dissolve like salt in water.
Let us grant them our coveted gift:
Immortality, wrapped in gelatinous grace,
while we, the fleeting sparks of existence,
dive headlong into the oblivious void.
For what is human life but a flash,
a phosphorescent...
Drift the jellyfish, translucent and eternal,
their bodies pulsing with borrowed light,
a dance of impermanence.
We mere mortals envy your secret pact,
to give up persecution for eternity,
and embrace the abyss of oblivion,
where memories dissolve like salt in water.
Let us grant them our coveted gift:
Immortality, wrapped in gelatinous grace,
while we, the fleeting sparks of existence,
dive headlong into the oblivious void.
For what is human life but a flash,
a phosphorescent...
#birth
#death
#nature
#rebirth
#LifeCycle
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Wild Mother
My roots grow deeper
Into soil I never intended to plant myself.
My dandelion seed settled
As a weed growing into a wish
Broken into pieces by a child
To begin the journey again.
Into soil I never intended to plant myself.
My dandelion seed settled
As a weed growing into a wish
Broken into pieces by a child
To begin the journey again.
#birth
#motherhood
#childhood
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
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