Poems About Birth Seeking Honest Critique
#birth
Poems about birth seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 10:18pm
1st Apr 2025 10:18pm
Postponed
The thing I fear the most in this world is bearing a child
Society wants me to believe that this is against my nature
But I was not born with the maternal instinct to nurture
Or if I was, it was ground down by who I called mother
Or maybe because I was thirteen
When I was shown how babies were made
(Months of me carrying only shame)
Or when Mother drove me to the Women’s Christian Clinic
Without a word of what would proceed
(I still can’t go to the gynecologist)
Maybe because my adolescent hormones...
Society wants me to believe that this is against my nature
But I was not born with the maternal instinct to nurture
Or if I was, it was ground down by who I called mother
Or maybe because I was thirteen
When I was shown how babies were made
(Months of me carrying only shame)
Or when Mother drove me to the Women’s Christian Clinic
Without a word of what would proceed
(I still can’t go to the gynecologist)
Maybe because my adolescent hormones...
#birth
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#inequality
#mother
43 reads
2 Comments
blaberidae
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 7:50am
26th Mar 2025 7:50am
Growing Intimacies
Between the legs, there is an illiteracy,
A disposition so callow and dewy,
And an ever lolling head.
Fussing about
This graceless locution, and that garbling bed—
Between faint forms, an illegitimacy.
A disposition so callow and dewy,
And an ever lolling head.
Fussing about
This graceless locution, and that garbling bed—
Between faint forms, an illegitimacy.
#birth
#confusion
#dialogue
#LifeChangingMoment
#sex
69 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:33pm
12th Mar 2025 7:33pm
The Ghastly Baby
Once up on a time there was a baby
Most babies are cute but this one was out-and-out ugly
The baby wasn’t morbidly obese
It was totally swollen and lumpy
One of it’s feet had 3 toes
One of its hands had 7 fingers
It’s hands were two right ones
It’s head looked oblong and distorted
Dark rings were underneath it’s beady eyes
Possibly because it never slept
It was consumed by misery
Which in this case was perfectly acceptable
A few noises came out of its mouth
Both were revolting
One...
Most babies are cute but this one was out-and-out ugly
The baby wasn’t morbidly obese
It was totally swollen and lumpy
One of it’s feet had 3 toes
One of its hands had 7 fingers
It’s hands were two right ones
It’s head looked oblong and distorted
Dark rings were underneath it’s beady eyes
Possibly because it never slept
It was consumed by misery
Which in this case was perfectly acceptable
A few noises came out of its mouth
Both were revolting
One...
#birth
#dark
#fiction #ShortStory
#fiction #ShortStory
102 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
99 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
5th Mar 2025 1:10pm
It's not my problem, it's yours
#anxiety
#birth
#choices
#regret
#sex
76 reads
15 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 4:54pm
4th Mar 2025 4:54pm
Before Silence Broke
warm hush enclosing,
rivers curl in soundless dark,
pulse a distant drum.
veiled in breathless deep,
slow tide cradles coiled spirit,
time sleeps without name.
fingers form in dusk,
soft unspoken murmurs bloom,
language not yet born.
heartbeat’s lullaby,
whispers stitch the quiet sea,
floating in the hush.
then the hush shatters,
light carves through the trembling void,
silence comes undone.
rivers curl in soundless dark,
pulse a distant drum.
veiled in breathless deep,
slow tide cradles coiled spirit,
time sleeps without name.
fingers form in dusk,
soft unspoken murmurs bloom,
language not yet born.
heartbeat’s lullaby,
whispers stitch the quiet sea,
floating in the hush.
then the hush shatters,
light carves through the trembling void,
silence comes undone.
#birth
#LifeChangingMoment
91 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:51pm
9th Feb 2025 9:51pm
Ring of life & death
He's showed his kid numerous times a video of him and the kid's mother fucking on the night the kid was conceived
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
#birth
#children
#father
#memories
#sex
117 reads
6 Comments
Deadsorrow78
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 9:42pm
2nd Feb 2025 9:42pm
Island of Sarpedon
Philosophical passions of pleasure, wanting to place the thoughts of sheer beauty blessed by Aphrodite herself upon pages for all of time to see.
With a radiant smile as bright as the Sun Apollo sits upon.
Incantaion of a silent soul, born from the blood of Medusa on the Island of Sarpedon. Then placed upon Pegasus back by Stheno and Euryale to be sent away.
In search of a Earthly Goddess with Celestial eyes, and a body that moves like fire. The one that spread her wings and flew down from Mount Olympus to walk amongst the mortals.
Absorbing the philosophy of the sounds of...
With a radiant smile as bright as the Sun Apollo sits upon.
Incantaion of a silent soul, born from the blood of Medusa on the Island of Sarpedon. Then placed upon Pegasus back by Stheno and Euryale to be sent away.
In search of a Earthly Goddess with Celestial eyes, and a body that moves like fire. The one that spread her wings and flew down from Mount Olympus to walk amongst the mortals.
Absorbing the philosophy of the sounds of...
#birth
#dark
53 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 7:34pm
21st Jan 2025 7:34pm
You're child is hideous!
How many out there do we see
In someone's presence that has VD
You got pregnant, had a child
Your baby looks cursed, should be exiled
Your parents were fucked up most of their youth
Their liberal or redneck ideas, born with no couth
Idiocy doesn't fall far from your tree
Your mongoloid child is quite ugly!
Ugly parents shouldn't have kids
Don't need formula or some wooden crib
No sex to create a child, it's only for pleasure
I'll take that statement to the grave, for always & forever
In someone's presence that has VD
You got pregnant, had a child
Your baby looks cursed, should be exiled
Your parents were fucked up most of their youth
Their liberal or redneck ideas, born with no couth
Idiocy doesn't fall far from your tree
Your mongoloid child is quite ugly!
Ugly parents shouldn't have kids
Don't need formula or some wooden crib
No sex to create a child, it's only for pleasure
I'll take that statement to the grave, for always & forever
#birth
#devil
#hate
#parent
#satirical
92 reads
6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 00:10am
1st Jan 2025 00:10am
Tomorrow is not Promised
You hope you wake up this morning
But today is not promised to us
So if you wake up live balls out
Because you never know where it ends
Twist and turn as the blue marble spins around
Your tiny apartment in queens
You’re living out life because you can breathe
And you’re not pushing up petals
So give it all you’ve got you can’t take it with you
Live every second like it’s you’re last breath
Because tomorrow is not promised
You lay your head down and hope you get up
For tomorrow is not...
But today is not promised to us
So if you wake up live balls out
Because you never know where it ends
Twist and turn as the blue marble spins around
Your tiny apartment in queens
You’re living out life because you can breathe
And you’re not pushing up petals
So give it all you’ve got you can’t take it with you
Live every second like it’s you’re last breath
Because tomorrow is not promised
You lay your head down and hope you get up
For tomorrow is not...
#birth
#death
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0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 2:58pm
30th Dec 2024 2:58pm
~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey
like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
#birth
#dark
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
149 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 4:07pm
21st Dec 2024 4:07pm
~many embryonic sleeps.. in love
Viz: sleep
#love
#sleep
#birth
#death
#meditation
135 reads
0 Comments
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