Poems About Birth Seeking Friendly Advice
#birth
Poems about birth seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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
301 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
159 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
131 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
166 reads
0 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 11:09am
23rd Oct 2023 11:09am
A Love Unbeknownst to me
Fortitude of anxiety, works its assiduous magic
Blinded by the preparations, threads of logic hanging in a clumsy net
Time it rushes all at once and the ideas become realised
Blood, shit, screams and pain, welcome to the world
Trauma has attacked, all victims to the truth
Nature’s lesson be - that hardship brings great things
Reeling from the shock, witnessing the implications unfold before me
Next comes something special, hidden from my prescience
A love unbeknownst to me, a fettering of my heart
...
Blinded by the preparations, threads of logic hanging in a clumsy net
Time it rushes all at once and the ideas become realised
Blood, shit, screams and pain, welcome to the world
Trauma has attacked, all victims to the truth
Nature’s lesson be - that hardship brings great things
Reeling from the shock, witnessing the implications unfold before me
Next comes something special, hidden from my prescience
A love unbeknownst to me, a fettering of my heart
...
#love
#birth
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
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0 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 5:17pm
6th Sep 2023 5:17pm
Breath
Breath
The first we take
And the last
It's a contradiction
A giver and a taker
The first we take
And the last
It's a contradiction
A giver and a taker
#birth
#death
#PowerOfWords
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
224 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2023 8:21am
2nd Sep 2023 8:21am
vengeance
Vengeance
It is late at night my study is warm, and the wind is blowing. I dislike drought I get cold easily
I know it is time for bed, but I hesitate in case I lay there and cannot sleep thinking about when I'm going to die that is the date and if possible the hour
We live in a dramatic stage in human existence we have the chance to eradicate ourselves; No doubt there are
atomic Holocaust will clean the air and from the ashes the phoenix will arise and the righteous will live on and
Thanks to the almighty god for making this possible.
I like to be...
It is late at night my study is warm, and the wind is blowing. I dislike drought I get cold easily
I know it is time for bed, but I hesitate in case I lay there and cannot sleep thinking about when I'm going to die that is the date and if possible the hour
We live in a dramatic stage in human existence we have the chance to eradicate ourselves; No doubt there are
atomic Holocaust will clean the air and from the ashes the phoenix will arise and the righteous will live on and
Thanks to the almighty god for making this possible.
I like to be...
#birth
#death
#aging
183 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 9:55am
26th Aug 2023 9:55am
when it is too late
When it is too late
When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the impression it made stayed with me and nothing could change the imprint of my mind
I lived a good life herding sheep and milking cows and my best friend was a little horse called Dolly and she loved me, she never had a foal, and in her mind, I was
a good substitute mind, I spent hours brushing her and trimming her horse mane
Idyllic, wasn't it? Worth writing poetry about the bumble bees and hens finding worms in the dark soil
Despite this, I missed...
When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the impression it made stayed with me and nothing could change the imprint of my mind
I lived a good life herding sheep and milking cows and my best friend was a little horse called Dolly and she loved me, she never had a foal, and in her mind, I was
a good substitute mind, I spent hours brushing her and trimming her horse mane
Idyllic, wasn't it? Worth writing poetry about the bumble bees and hens finding worms in the dark soil
Despite this, I missed...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#dating
200 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2023 00:06am
22nd Aug 2023 00:06am
fraGRANcy!
My grandson
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be...
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be...
#birth
#funny
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
140 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
15th Aug 2023 8:12pm
15th Aug 2023 8:12pm
Loss of Faith
Loss of faith
It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back...
It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#LookingForLove
214 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 9:25am
4th Aug 2023 9:25am
Pope Frances
Pope Frances
It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of
Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins
Men in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep
except for one lifeguard, who wears a gray suit his black suit
is still at the cleaners
The pope is heading for the big park, along the route
There are thousands of young people, waving flags from many nations
Russian flag, Ukrainian banner, it is all here, except perhaps
the Israeli flag, I assume there are no catholic Jews.
Where the road narrows...
It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of
Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins
Men in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep
except for one lifeguard, who wears a gray suit his black suit
is still at the cleaners
The pope is heading for the big park, along the route
There are thousands of young people, waving flags from many nations
Russian flag, Ukrainian banner, it is all here, except perhaps
the Israeli flag, I assume there are no catholic Jews.
Where the road narrows...
#birth
#marriage
#birthday
#anniversary
#funeral
177 reads
1 Comment
CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
12th Jul 2023 4:59pm
12th Jul 2023 4:59pm
Before
Do you remember who and what you are?
Why you were sent to planet earth?
Others know who you are,since your birth,and know your predestined mission
and purpose,here on this planet.
It wasn't easy for them, accepting your divine power.
Knowing that you are loved, by your wonderful family.
And though they won't stop,looking you up.
They can't be apart of your journey.
© CandyFlossMonet. July 2023
Why you were sent to planet earth?
Others know who you are,since your birth,and know your predestined mission
and purpose,here on this planet.
It wasn't easy for them, accepting your divine power.
Knowing that you are loved, by your wonderful family.
And though they won't stop,looking you up.
They can't be apart of your journey.
© CandyFlossMonet. July 2023
#birth
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0 Comments
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