Poems About Birth Seeking Friendly Advice
#birth
Poems about birth seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:42pm
1st Apr 2025 2:42pm
On Grandmas and Galaxies
(I haven't been able to write in so long. But this came this morning. I'm fumbling in the dark, and I can't write consistently well anymore--and the metaphors are all wrong--but, this is what came. And Varley, I love you so very much.)
ON GRANDMAS AND GALAXIES
for Varley
Your tiny hands slowly unravel the purple yarn I was planning on using, along with the orange, to learn to crochet with. I wanted to make you a blanket of stars but my own hands are not practiced enough and it seems I have given up for now. I am wanting more and more to make you things. To...
ON GRANDMAS AND GALAXIES
for Varley
Your tiny hands slowly unravel the purple yarn I was planning on using, along with the orange, to learn to crochet with. I wanted to make you a blanket of stars but my own hands are not practiced enough and it seems I have given up for now. I am wanting more and more to make you things. To...
#birth
#children
#love #parent
#love #parent
103 reads
4 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 1:13pm
24th Feb 2025 1:13pm
A Child of Autumn
I wander in the heart of October's breath
listening to the mountains sigh
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky
whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips
softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought...
listening to the mountains sigh
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky
whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips
softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought...
#birth
#dreams
87 reads
4 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:52am
28th Jan 2025 9:52am
Push
Push yourself into disappointments, renowned for their falsities, with impossible speed - who could ever grasp who you truly were?
#birth
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 5:33pm
28th Nov 2024 5:33pm
External Wombs
Disconnected
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!
by Jemia
#birds
#birth
#nature
65 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 3:13am
25th Sep 2024 3:13am
Fate in the Stars
Polarity principle.
Concentration envelops.
Oscillation and wavelength.
Vertical span.
Horizontal lineage.
Points of observation.
Direction folds.
Synchronous development.
Fascinating perception.
Dimension exponentiates.
Massive scales dwarf.
Miniscule details emerge.
Quantum inquisition.
Synergistic symbiosis.
Vast vantage.
Omnipresence fathomed.
Significant balance.
Magnetic paradigm.
Algorithm shifting.
Mysterious relativity.
Factors define.
Momentous progress. ...
Concentration envelops.
Oscillation and wavelength.
Vertical span.
Horizontal lineage.
Points of observation.
Direction folds.
Synchronous development.
Fascinating perception.
Dimension exponentiates.
Massive scales dwarf.
Miniscule details emerge.
Quantum inquisition.
Synergistic symbiosis.
Vast vantage.
Omnipresence fathomed.
Significant balance.
Magnetic paradigm.
Algorithm shifting.
Mysterious relativity.
Factors define.
Momentous progress. ...
#birth
#death
#earth
#stars
#universe
202 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 12:33pm
27th Aug 2024 12:33pm
corruption
Corruption
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
#aging
#birth
#childhood
#dating
#LifeCycle
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
Vale Paradiso
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
#aging
#birth
#dating
#death
#fatherhood
101 reads
0 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 4:18am
6th Aug 2024 4:18am
knowledge
and as
i lay
taking
my last
breath,
of course
death came
to me,
and whispered
in my
ear all
the answers
to questions
about why
we
were here
and what
life was
supposed
to be
about.
i lay
taking
my last
breath,
of course
death came
to me,
and whispered
in my
ear all
the answers
to questions
about why
we
were here
and what
life was
supposed
to be
about.
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
195 reads
4 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 8:40pm
25th Jun 2024 8:40pm
legacy
go to sleep
little wonder
magic born
of my insides
in your dreams
I hope you wander
in fields of lilac
lullaby
make a wish
hold it so close
it clings to tears
when you cry
blessed be your life
my angel
I promise
I will never lie
silent stars fall
around your halo
you must have lost it
in the night
follow footsteps
from your window
dancing feet bare
beneath moonlight
hold me close
I won't let go
through brightest day
or blackest night ...
little wonder
magic born
of my insides
in your dreams
I hope you wander
in fields of lilac
lullaby
make a wish
hold it so close
it clings to tears
when you cry
blessed be your life
my angel
I promise
I will never lie
silent stars fall
around your halo
you must have lost it
in the night
follow footsteps
from your window
dancing feet bare
beneath moonlight
hold me close
I won't let go
through brightest day
or blackest night ...
#birth
#children
#daughter
#lyrics
#son
267 reads
1 Comment
Duende
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
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
350 reads
22 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 8:03pm
1st Mar 2024 8:03pm
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
172 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 1:54pm
6th Feb 2024 1:54pm
the execution
the night of the executions
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
#birth
#motherhood
#aging
#nostalgia
#dating
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