Poems About Birth Seeking Honest Critique
#birth
Poems about birth seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
Flying High
She has a problem
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
#abuse
#addiction
#birth
#death
#drugs
63 reads
6 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 2:51pm
21st Nov 2024 2:51pm
My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
73 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
What do you think
WE are still going through the same situations now, that has been created by us and the government, by the form of pure separation, as if enough is not enough to continue. TO stand and tolerate the deepness of our the hurt and pain, that seems to be able to keep us occupied with the nonsense. Along with drama and destruction of massive form of real separation. 🤨Against you and me as a family, for the togetherness of real value of ourselves. FROM the past few years. When we had the family, structure of rebuilding our lives. For how many of us remember, what it was like when we stood...
#birth
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
54 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 10:45am
12th Nov 2024 10:45am
No Remorse
After a late night of partying
This one girl brings another girl and a guy back to her apartment
The girl wants to be kinky & have sex in her baby's crib
The girl forgot to have a babysitter watch the child when she went out
Their all high on meth
The ignorance & stupidity of this entire ordeal was that the 6 month old baby was still in the crib
The next morning the baby was dead
Apparently the baby was smothered to death
They all served time
The mother though was sentenced to life in prison
She had no remorse
She told family...
This one girl brings another girl and a guy back to her apartment
The girl wants to be kinky & have sex in her baby's crib
The girl forgot to have a babysitter watch the child when she went out
Their all high on meth
The ignorance & stupidity of this entire ordeal was that the 6 month old baby was still in the crib
The next morning the baby was dead
Apparently the baby was smothered to death
They all served time
The mother though was sentenced to life in prison
She had no remorse
She told family...
#birth
#drugs
#ignorance
#risk
#sex
80 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 7:01pm
2nd Nov 2024 7:01pm
GRAVE SITE
Have you ever had a dream that woke you up, in a cold sweat till you can feel it to your 🩻 bones. As though the deepness of the dream, was trying to tell you something in codes. 🤔 Yet you know that you are alive, with a strong heart beating and pounding in your chest. As you inhale and exhale, the flesh air breeze blowing through your lungs, to breathe life. FROM within your body and spiritual soul. 🙏 Yet you can't shake the deepness of the, truth of the inner images of your mind thoughts. For sure what does it all mean, 🤔 could it be a sign of things to come,...
#aging
#birth
#death
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
72 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 6:59pm
31st Oct 2024 6:59pm
THROUGH SILENT
From what you want and need to sustain your own life. 🤔 it's not just about that for sure, it's much bigger than you and I could ever, be able to think to be able to think for thyself..🤨 For when we have a sense of awakening, not only from the deepness within, but from our thoughts of discovering. THE truth of who we are in flesh in skin and bones and body and blood. But yet through our lives, through the process of getting, lost in time in a place. WHEN you feel our own personal thoughts, transforming as they become manifesting. NOT only in thoughts but yet in real time of...
#birth
#courage
#redemption
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
73 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 5:49pm
27th Oct 2024 5:49pm
After Summer comes The Rains
i love the summers torrid, their Stark feel
time when the winds hold the time still
wherein the mirage waving like a dream sea
where silhouette twist their eerie entity
zenithal heat, vertical sun, burning limit
zero shadow, Dante's inferno, the sky's lit
zephyr of a sighing giant in the gaping air
under a disk flaming, sending sizzling glare
it feels like time is always and ever hot
lose any reviving, any freshening thought
but,to such flaring flames, the more i light
every flaming pyre, in the deep of night
there,...
time when the winds hold the time still
wherein the mirage waving like a dream sea
where silhouette twist their eerie entity
zenithal heat, vertical sun, burning limit
zero shadow, Dante's inferno, the sky's lit
zephyr of a sighing giant in the gaping air
under a disk flaming, sending sizzling glare
it feels like time is always and ever hot
lose any reviving, any freshening thought
but,to such flaring flames, the more i light
every flaming pyre, in the deep of night
there,...
#birth
#fire
#rain
#storm
#water
89 reads
3 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
50 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 8:33pm
8th Oct 2024 8:33pm
Tomorrow is the day I began life after yesterday I have died
I have come 10 billion miles
I have landed on your miserable planet Earth
I'd rather go back to Uranus
So i can consummate square heads birth
Bitter Poontang bleeds on your dusty tongue
My 600lb wife cracked open the ocean floor
I've given you my foot long in your hands
Spread your cheeks and open up your backdoor
Oh mommy, mommy your cunt is bleeding
Plagued upon your curse
Dreaming of families inbreeding
I came in a limo, I drove away in a hearse
For those who don't know about reality, I am your reality
When...
I have landed on your miserable planet Earth
I'd rather go back to Uranus
So i can consummate square heads birth
Bitter Poontang bleeds on your dusty tongue
My 600lb wife cracked open the ocean floor
I've given you my foot long in your hands
Spread your cheeks and open up your backdoor
Oh mommy, mommy your cunt is bleeding
Plagued upon your curse
Dreaming of families inbreeding
I came in a limo, I drove away in a hearse
For those who don't know about reality, I am your reality
When...
#birth
#dark
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#sex
92 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 11:08pm
4th Oct 2024 11:08pm
October Poems 2024 >> the golden earth
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
#birth
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
60 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 9:56pm
4th Oct 2024 9:56pm
Within Me
I’m secure within me
But I’m scared at what I can’t see
When do you look into the future
Find some guidance from the past
This tree is gone old no longer gives life
Cut it down turn it into Biochar
Return this tree to the soil to give me
A new life out of one that died
So turn me into biochar when I no longer have a life
Give me back to the ground spread my nutrients all around
For I am secure within me my sins I wear on my sleeve
But I’m still scared at what I can’t see
But I’m scared at what I can’t see
When do you look into the future
Find some guidance from the past
This tree is gone old no longer gives life
Cut it down turn it into Biochar
Return this tree to the soil to give me
A new life out of one that died
So turn me into biochar when I no longer have a life
Give me back to the ground spread my nutrients all around
For I am secure within me my sins I wear on my sleeve
But I’m still scared at what I can’t see
#birth
#death
#fate #nature
#fate #nature
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0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 1:42pm
4th Oct 2024 1:42pm
Gravestone Baby
I’m a gravestone baby
My parents named me
On a cold fresh day wind is dancing leaves about their feet
Deep in talk not noticing where they are
As the past surrounds them
In the silhouette there is a rise in the belly
Names go about how about Simon or Julius
Or Edna or Barbara Jean something in between
They walk past some sandstone with a name
Carved into the days that passed
I’m a gravestone baby
That’s the name my mama gave me
Has no connection to any of us
But...
My parents named me
On a cold fresh day wind is dancing leaves about their feet
Deep in talk not noticing where they are
As the past surrounds them
In the silhouette there is a rise in the belly
Names go about how about Simon or Julius
Or Edna or Barbara Jean something in between
They walk past some sandstone with a name
Carved into the days that passed
I’m a gravestone baby
That’s the name my mama gave me
Has no connection to any of us
But...
#birth
#death
#motherhood #pregnancy
#motherhood #pregnancy
76 reads
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