Poems About Birth Seeking Honest Critique
#birth
Poems about birth seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
april songs: journey of life 3
april song 03—embryonic
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign border
that restrains the worldly-wise.
embryonic ill is fatal
to the unborn innocent
who does not pursue postnatal
rectitude with bold intent.
well might he the father’s grapevine
nurture with its bitter ink,
or else walk hope’s trim and thin line,
though he teeters on the brink.
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of...
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign border
that restrains the worldly-wise.
embryonic ill is fatal
to the unborn innocent
who does not pursue postnatal
rectitude with bold intent.
well might he the father’s grapevine
nurture with its bitter ink,
or else walk hope’s trim and thin line,
though he teeters on the brink.
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of...
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2024
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Birth #1
Eighteen summers back
I forged the silhouette
of a love bird
that chirped
with fledgling strength
Her lyrics and melody
fashioned a layered truth
from the language of stars
And wild mountain flocks
Etched their way through
the heat and pressure of clouds
turning the carbon rocks
into a pool of diamonds
For nine long moons I stretched
Into the shapes of limbs and wings
Fierce and graceful
a baby dragonette grew
deep within my belly
I beckoned the flocks
to...
I forged the silhouette
of a love bird
that chirped
with fledgling strength
Her lyrics and melody
fashioned a layered truth
from the language of stars
And wild mountain flocks
Etched their way through
the heat and pressure of clouds
turning the carbon rocks
into a pool of diamonds
For nine long moons I stretched
Into the shapes of limbs and wings
Fierce and graceful
a baby dragonette grew
deep within my belly
I beckoned the flocks
to...
#birth
#motherhood
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Pre-Order
#birth
#sex
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4 Comments
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
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Long live the jellyfish
In the brine of forgotten ages,
Drift the jellyfish, translucent and eternal,
their bodies pulsing with borrowed light,
a dance of impermanence.
We mere mortals envy your secret pact,
to give up persecution for eternity,
and embrace the abyss of oblivion,
where memories dissolve like salt in water.
Let us grant them our coveted gift:
Immortality, wrapped in gelatinous grace,
while we, the fleeting sparks of existence,
dive headlong into the oblivious void.
For what is human life but a flash,
a phosphorescent...
Drift the jellyfish, translucent and eternal,
their bodies pulsing with borrowed light,
a dance of impermanence.
We mere mortals envy your secret pact,
to give up persecution for eternity,
and embrace the abyss of oblivion,
where memories dissolve like salt in water.
Let us grant them our coveted gift:
Immortality, wrapped in gelatinous grace,
while we, the fleeting sparks of existence,
dive headlong into the oblivious void.
For what is human life but a flash,
a phosphorescent...
#birth
#death
#nature
#rebirth
#LifeCycle
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Wild Mother
My roots grow deeper
Into soil I never intended to plant myself.
My dandelion seed settled
As a weed growing into a wish
Broken into pieces by a child
To begin the journey again.
Into soil I never intended to plant myself.
My dandelion seed settled
As a weed growing into a wish
Broken into pieces by a child
To begin the journey again.
#birth
#motherhood
#childhood
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
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Life Seen Through A Window
My window is a vision
a doorstep away
I gently gaze out,
see tomorrows & today
Across the street,
their young family resides
Man, woman, child
hiding their family inside
One day the woman
birthed a new baby boy
Expressions were clear,
completely filled, overjoyed
Weeks turned to months,
I've watched as he's grown
only made possible,
as I work now from home
Infant to toddler,
the little one now walks
windows were open
amazed how he talks
He...
a doorstep away
I gently gaze out,
see tomorrows & today
Across the street,
their young family resides
Man, woman, child
hiding their family inside
One day the woman
birthed a new baby boy
Expressions were clear,
completely filled, overjoyed
Weeks turned to months,
I've watched as he's grown
only made possible,
as I work now from home
Infant to toddler,
the little one now walks
windows were open
amazed how he talks
He...
#happiness
#birth
#childhood
#home
#uplifting
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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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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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