Poems About Birth Seeking Friendly Advice
#birth
Poems about birth seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Adelphina
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 4:02am
26th Apr 2022 4:02am
Mercury Webs
Metal legs
Weaving mercury webs
Casted spells
Sculpting eggs
Of francium cells
Transforming earth
A Maman birth
Weaving mercury webs
Casted spells
Sculpting eggs
Of francium cells
Transforming earth
A Maman birth
#dark
#birth
#motherhood
402 reads
17 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
503 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Apr 2022 8:00am
8th Apr 2022 8:00am
The Reject (x3 Senryu Acrostic)
Thank you Frankenstein
Hybrid children are the best
Everyone wants them
Reliable, behaved
Except our child's free thought
Jill is so carefree!
Eject this child, from home
Children seen, but never heard
Take this 'free' child back
by Jemia
Hybrid children are the best
Everyone wants them
Reliable, behaved
Except our child's free thought
Jill is so carefree!
Eject this child, from home
Children seen, but never heard
Take this 'free' child back
by Jemia
#children
#birth
#manipulation
232 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 10:55am
10th Mar 2022 10:55am
basket case
Basket case
There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit,
but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people
Who sits in the back of the computer shop?
Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking
I must whisper to them, or they shrink away.
They sulk if I disagree with their diagnosis, it will take time to get
my computer back.
When the owner closes the shop, they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver, maybe the smudge is a camera ...
There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit,
but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people
Who sits in the back of the computer shop?
Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking
I must whisper to them, or they shrink away.
They sulk if I disagree with their diagnosis, it will take time to get
my computer back.
When the owner closes the shop, they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver, maybe the smudge is a camera ...
#birth
#marriage
#holiday
#aging
#luck
400 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Mar 2022 10:26am
9th Mar 2022 10:26am
a song for October
A song for October
On the highest crest
Beautiful October
God has gone main-stream
Wants to be loved by us all
Before the big deluge.
Lovely October
God disregard the cycles
My river is dry
While sunbathe in shorts
And think of buying camels.
Godly October
Vacation is our new deity
Tomorrow is today
Frost and snow are banished
But Himalaya is an island
Pretty October
We fight for a place to sit
The strongest win
Design, a new national flag
And we build a golden temple. ...
On the highest crest
Beautiful October
God has gone main-stream
Wants to be loved by us all
Before the big deluge.
Lovely October
God disregard the cycles
My river is dry
While sunbathe in shorts
And think of buying camels.
Godly October
Vacation is our new deity
Tomorrow is today
Frost and snow are banished
But Himalaya is an island
Pretty October
We fight for a place to sit
The strongest win
Design, a new national flag
And we build a golden temple. ...
#birth
#marriage
#birthday #anniversary
#birthday #anniversary
277 reads
1 Comment
jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
1st Mar 2022 3:51pm
1st Mar 2022 3:51pm
Mr. Wiggles
the milk cartons reminded her-
the child needed a sip of;
and changing more than
made up, for
returning Iktsuarpok to
my husband.
I kept him 9 months, be it hurt
or love, Iktsuarpok and reminder,
I used to be selfish, no time but
his cute face now.
grass and very serious hunt,
he crawls and I Iktsuarpok it;
love hurts so much but the
world
is my child.
the child needed a sip of;
and changing more than
made up, for
returning Iktsuarpok to
my husband.
I kept him 9 months, be it hurt
or love, Iktsuarpok and reminder,
I used to be selfish, no time but
his cute face now.
grass and very serious hunt,
he crawls and I Iktsuarpok it;
love hurts so much but the
world
is my child.
#happiness
#love
#children
#birth
#motherhood
283 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
7th Feb 2022 11:19pm
7th Feb 2022 11:19pm
Somebody
I want somebody to share/
Share the rest of my life"
I sang to you
Soft infant
Smelling of angels' whispers
Ineffable sweetness
And everything right
Sweaty euphoria of your musical cry
When they cut open my stomach
And pulled you out like a book
That would rewrite these painful years
Of my quiet agony
A soul cursed by aloneness
Poisoned by chronic despair
And yet the terror of having you
Doc prescribing Xanax
Because I couldn't sleep
Knowing while you were in my womb
That I would fail you ...
Share the rest of my life"
I sang to you
Soft infant
Smelling of angels' whispers
Ineffable sweetness
And everything right
Sweaty euphoria of your musical cry
When they cut open my stomach
And pulled you out like a book
That would rewrite these painful years
Of my quiet agony
A soul cursed by aloneness
Poisoned by chronic despair
And yet the terror of having you
Doc prescribing Xanax
Because I couldn't sleep
Knowing while you were in my womb
That I would fail you ...
#love
#birth
#motherhood #daughter
#motherhood #daughter
335 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 12:40pm
7th Dec 2021 12:40pm
the value of christmas
The meaning of Christmas
In our multi-religious world and lack of Christian faith
I no longer call Christmas by its name but prefer
to call the festive season “The festivities.”
The meaning of “Christmas” was to celebrate the birth of Jesus
but commerce has highjacked the season
we are pressured into buying presents for family and friends.
The JUL is a good word that was celebrated long before Jesus was born
it is on the day the sun turns; spring will soon arrive.
The Jews have their day, so has the Muslims we
are not suggesting they should...
In our multi-religious world and lack of Christian faith
I no longer call Christmas by its name but prefer
to call the festive season “The festivities.”
The meaning of “Christmas” was to celebrate the birth of Jesus
but commerce has highjacked the season
we are pressured into buying presents for family and friends.
The JUL is a good word that was celebrated long before Jesus was born
it is on the day the sun turns; spring will soon arrive.
The Jews have their day, so has the Muslims we
are not suggesting they should...
#birth
#marriage
#anniversary
209 reads
0 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 4:16pm
27th Nov 2021 4:16pm
Cannonball
I laughingly take a running jump
And execute a perfect cannonball
Into the raging torrents
Of the river of life
Actions and consequences
Explode in all directions
Drenching unsuspecting victims
With karmic abandon
And execute a perfect cannonball
Into the raging torrents
Of the river of life
Actions and consequences
Explode in all directions
Drenching unsuspecting victims
With karmic abandon
#hope
#courage
#birth
#inspirational
#fate
235 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 11:42am
15th Nov 2021 11:42am
happy ending?
A happy ending?
A camel and a dog
Tired of performing
Every night
At a circus.
Escaped.
The camel walked
On top of it
Sat the dog
guiding the camel.
They found the valley
Seen on a map
In the window
Of a book shop.
They lived happily
Till the died.
The dog´s tongue
Stung by a bee
Could not swallow.
The camel died too
When the water
In the lake
Got brackish.
A camel and a dog
Tired of performing
Every night
At a circus.
Escaped.
The camel walked
On top of it
Sat the dog
guiding the camel.
They found the valley
Seen on a map
In the window
Of a book shop.
They lived happily
Till the died.
The dog´s tongue
Stung by a bee
Could not swallow.
The camel died too
When the water
In the lake
Got brackish.
#birth
#marriage
#birthday #pregnancy
#birthday #pregnancy
378 reads
0 Comments
Lagertha
Poem Published
19th Aug 2021 7:53am
19th Aug 2021 7:53am
Am I a Reflection of my Religion
Do I decipher the patterns on the rocks or try to interpret the words in the stars before me? I Still Believe.
#birth
#stars
#humankind #evolution
#humankind #evolution
387 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
6th Aug 2021 2:15pm
6th Aug 2021 2:15pm
The Essence of Music
Breath
gave life,
inspired Melody—
soul's language.
Rhythm:
humanity's heartbeat.
gave life,
inspired Melody—
soul's language.
Rhythm:
humanity's heartbeat.
#birth
#music
#humankind
406 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Birth Seeking Friendly Advice
