Poems About Birth Seeking Honest Critique
#birth
Poems about birth seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
a song for the day. a song for the night
time
neither friend
nor foe
time is the orchestra
accompanying our
concerto we play
through
life
moving like water
flowing downstream
gaining momentum
through the
force of
life
billions upon billions
of lives
each looking
searching
desperately holding
on by the thinnest
of threads to;
an improbable
dream
a wasted
hope
an...
neither friend
nor foe
time is the orchestra
accompanying our
concerto we play
through
life
moving like water
flowing downstream
gaining momentum
through the
force of
life
billions upon billions
of lives
each looking
searching
desperately holding
on by the thinnest
of threads to;
an improbable
dream
a wasted
hope
an...
#birth
#death
#fate #aging
#fate #aging
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Love, birth, life,..., death
It all starts with your senses,
Lust or love at first sight, the tadpole has to go,
Eyes never lie, so powerful to make you fly,
Strong enough to shovel a bell in place of your heart.
Running back and forth in the mud,
Randomness makes the wanderers mad,
Spilling seed up and down, here and there,
Reserving your soul for the one right there.
Give, take the parts of your whole,
Share the energies to make the whole,
Creation is the power of the gods,
From love, energy that runs the world.
Pure heart and...
Lust or love at first sight, the tadpole has to go,
Eyes never lie, so powerful to make you fly,
Strong enough to shovel a bell in place of your heart.
Running back and forth in the mud,
Randomness makes the wanderers mad,
Spilling seed up and down, here and there,
Reserving your soul for the one right there.
Give, take the parts of your whole,
Share the energies to make the whole,
Creation is the power of the gods,
From love, energy that runs the world.
Pure heart and...
#birth
#relationships
#childhood
#death
#nostalgia
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Starstruck
We came alone
we go alone
our bodies are but flesh and bone
though spirits soar on high
the things of scant importance
are the things we leave behind
Yet at times I wonder
if a whiskey bottle's up there
waiting in the sky
a girl or two
a naughty puff
a newborn baby's cry
the finer things
pure wedding rings
old films that made us sigh
and all the trappings of a life
we dearly love and cherish
those timeless starstruck memories
let's hope that they don't perish
we go alone
our bodies are but flesh and bone
though spirits soar on high
the things of scant importance
are the things we leave behind
Yet at times I wonder
if a whiskey bottle's up there
waiting in the sky
a girl or two
a naughty puff
a newborn baby's cry
the finer things
pure wedding rings
old films that made us sigh
and all the trappings of a life
we dearly love and cherish
those timeless starstruck memories
let's hope that they don't perish
#birth
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
#unicorns
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Chaos
Chaos is many things
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
#birth
#death
#fate
#aging
#LookingForLove
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2 Comments
Mother .
My 1 at Nan named aani.
Past.
Present -TukTuk Rudra.
Past.
Present -TukTuk Rudra.
#mother
#birth
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Juancho
In your sleeping phase,
I could do nothing but gaze.
With your mother by your side,
and here i watch you from a diffent land.
I softly utter your name in whispers
Can you hear me i wonder?
I stare and carress you in your picture.
Can you feel my touch across this thin line of paper?
You haven't tasted this yet,
as love poured unto you undeniably
How does it feel to be in limitless dreams?
Enjoy them i say as they diminish eventually.
In time, you'll learn to fight
with your mom and dad,
with your brothers...
I could do nothing but gaze.
With your mother by your side,
and here i watch you from a diffent land.
I softly utter your name in whispers
Can you hear me i wonder?
I stare and carress you in your picture.
Can you feel my touch across this thin line of paper?
You haven't tasted this yet,
as love poured unto you undeniably
How does it feel to be in limitless dreams?
Enjoy them i say as they diminish eventually.
In time, you'll learn to fight
with your mom and dad,
with your brothers...
#love
#birth
#childhood
#family
#motivational
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My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
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Freedom on the 4th
Each fallen soul from every generation
Has built our nation's firm foundation
The uniforms through years have changed
But the reasons they fight are still the same
Let's not forget our men our women so brave
For each minute in war they come closer to the grave
In our flag they'll always fly
And guard our nation with a watchful eye
Our freedom paid with blood and sweat
A decision I'm sure they'll never regret
Don't think fireworks on the 4th of July
Remember the ones who lived, who died
Has built our nation's firm foundation
The uniforms through years have changed
But the reasons they fight are still the same
Let's not forget our men our women so brave
For each minute in war they come closer to the grave
In our flag they'll always fly
And guard our nation with a watchful eye
Our freedom paid with blood and sweat
A decision I'm sure they'll never regret
Don't think fireworks on the 4th of July
Remember the ones who lived, who died
#birth
#death
#anniversary
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The unseen.
The journey was long
He Just had a coat
And in the compartment
Where the grass night
Spreads wind of water
Lilies i come back home
In the midst of dusk days
and cloudy night.
He Just had a coat
And in the compartment
Where the grass night
Spreads wind of water
Lilies i come back home
In the midst of dusk days
and cloudy night.
#birth
#marriage
#menstruation
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Life
A new conception
Two mammals form a pair bond
The basis for monogamy
Friction against a membrane
Producing a sensation
Stimulation leading to a release
Contractions propel cells into tubes
Searching for fusion before they die
An ovum is penetrated
And fertilisation begins
Developing over a period of months
A heart begins to beat
Vibrations of sound can be heard
Footprints and fingerprints form
Eyes can open and close
A water breaking
Signals the start of labour
A dilation reveals...
Two mammals form a pair bond
The basis for monogamy
Friction against a membrane
Producing a sensation
Stimulation leading to a release
Contractions propel cells into tubes
Searching for fusion before they die
An ovum is penetrated
And fertilisation begins
Developing over a period of months
A heart begins to beat
Vibrations of sound can be heard
Footprints and fingerprints form
Eyes can open and close
A water breaking
Signals the start of labour
A dilation reveals...
#birth
#motherhood
#animals
#fatherhood
#pregnancy
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Bumpy
Chapter 1
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby. Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
The Birth
Norman and Marlon had a sister named Claudia. She was their only sister. Claudia gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was born prematurely and she was such a tiny thing. She weighed about two and a half pounds. The doctors at the hospital had to keep Claudia’s baby in an incubator for a few weeks. Claudia’s family were so happy when she brought home her cute Indian baby. Norman was the youngest sibling. Although Marlon and his sister could not get along well, he loved his first niece very much. Claudia would put the baby on a pillow to sleep...
#brother
#sister
#birth
#school
#daughter
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Making Music
Her disciplined fingers,
trained in the nuance of
turning a musical phrase,
guided him into the place
she’d known was special
since she was a little girl.
Her mother once told her not to let anyone touch it.
It was a treasure to be shared only when older.
On this appointed night, she carefully
placed his tightened bow against her strings.
There was only silence in their joining,
but it held the sway and flow of music.
Out of that silence, they discovered a
rhythm and motion that would lead
to...
trained in the nuance of
turning a musical phrase,
guided him into the place
she’d known was special
since she was a little girl.
Her mother once told her not to let anyone touch it.
It was a treasure to be shared only when older.
On this appointed night, she carefully
placed his tightened bow against her strings.
There was only silence in their joining,
but it held the sway and flow of music.
Out of that silence, they discovered a
rhythm and motion that would lead
to...
#birth
#erotic
#music
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DU Poetry : Poems About Birth Seeking Honest Critique