Least Read Poems About Birth
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IRONIC EXISTENCE
Ironic – isn’t it…?
The ver essentials we need to survive
Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us!
The very same people we love
Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us –
The very same life occurrences and events
That cause us to smile and laugh
Are the same occurrences and events that cause tears and humiliation!
Ironic – isn’t t…?
The same life we cherish and deem of priceless worth
And we hold fast to never foresee its end
Is the same life we mis-care for and waste
Toss aside and risk and gamble away
As...
The ver essentials we need to survive
Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us!
The very same people we love
Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us –
The very same life occurrences and events
That cause us to smile and laugh
Are the same occurrences and events that cause tears and humiliation!
Ironic – isn’t t…?
The same life we cherish and deem of priceless worth
And we hold fast to never foresee its end
Is the same life we mis-care for and waste
Toss aside and risk and gamble away
As...
#birth
#death
#fate
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Stormy Weather
A journey begins through the tempestuous
cycle of life as she fervently paces, gouging
a chasm beneath her feet. Sweat sprinkles
from her brow, watering a cool
barren concrete floor.
Lightening strikes of pain overwhelm, holding
time in abeyance. From the stormy depths
of her core, thunder roars, snapping
life into motion once more.
Her face, streaked, is renewed with tears.
as the storms brilliance reaches it's zenith,
the drizzle of tears join to become a torrent
of joy. Everyone observes a miracle produced ...
cycle of life as she fervently paces, gouging
a chasm beneath her feet. Sweat sprinkles
from her brow, watering a cool
barren concrete floor.
Lightening strikes of pain overwhelm, holding
time in abeyance. From the stormy depths
of her core, thunder roars, snapping
life into motion once more.
Her face, streaked, is renewed with tears.
as the storms brilliance reaches it's zenith,
the drizzle of tears join to become a torrent
of joy. Everyone observes a miracle produced ...
#birth
#motherhood
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Novembered
Poetry Response to “Novembering”
by Natasha Rao
It seems even in dreams
I keep coming on back
fading into an inky black
in this month called November
always trying to decide
lying deep inside
hiding from sleeting truths
going on since the start
of this astrological chart
dull aching pains
from cold chilling rains
with no leaves left for an umbrella
by Natasha Rao
It seems even in dreams
I keep coming on back
fading into an inky black
in this month called November
always trying to decide
lying deep inside
hiding from sleeting truths
going on since the start
of this astrological chart
dull aching pains
from cold chilling rains
with no leaves left for an umbrella
#birth
#death
#fall
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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To Again Morn
The night is finished
folded up
put away
making room for the day
Sprinkled now anew
the dew will have to suffice
for this diurnal sacrifice
made before a rising sun
Once again it has begun
this recollection
this introspection
my daily innermost curse
For better or worse
wanting to rebegin
be cleansed of all sin
if I am able
Lay it all out on the table
the good and the bad
the happy and sad
sift through all this debris
folded up
put away
making room for the day
Sprinkled now anew
the dew will have to suffice
for this diurnal sacrifice
made before a rising sun
Once again it has begun
this recollection
this introspection
my daily innermost curse
For better or worse
wanting to rebegin
be cleansed of all sin
if I am able
Lay it all out on the table
the good and the bad
the happy and sad
sift through all this debris
#birth
#death
#morning
#TruthOfLife
#dawn
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Crescendo
The inky black now fades
with the first morning light
as the darkest of night
finally recedes...
Before the vibrant splash
as the raw colors do clash
all across the horizon
a symphony of cacophony
Trumpeting this vivid flow
reaches its crescendo
with the first morning light
as the darkest of night
finally recedes...
Before the vibrant splash
as the raw colors do clash
all across the horizon
a symphony of cacophony
Trumpeting this vivid flow
reaches its crescendo
#hope
#birth
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Surrogate
Tears fall from behind
the tight mask as
lips fight from whispering
sweet words of love
and hands clench from the urge
fingers have to caress
Eight months spent
trying not to get attached
and here I am
images of you in tow
while flutters come and go
a dance many mothers know
The time has come for goodbye
your mother and father are here
with glints of love in their eyes
Maybe one day we'll find each other again
and I'll tell you a tale of a woman
that lost a piece of her...
the tight mask as
lips fight from whispering
sweet words of love
and hands clench from the urge
fingers have to caress
Eight months spent
trying not to get attached
and here I am
images of you in tow
while flutters come and go
a dance many mothers know
The time has come for goodbye
your mother and father are here
with glints of love in their eyes
Maybe one day we'll find each other again
and I'll tell you a tale of a woman
that lost a piece of her...
#strength
#birth
#motherhood #memories
#motherhood #memories
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Beginnings
Citrine rage has always burn in his eyes
till a fragile gift was held between his hands
new love bestowed upon a beast
where glacial blue eyes ebb rage in a savage soul
extinguishing fire with a single smile
till a fragile gift was held between his hands
new love bestowed upon a beast
where glacial blue eyes ebb rage in a savage soul
extinguishing fire with a single smile
#children
#birth
#fatherhood
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From beginning to end
Thanks for the blessings of a second chance at life 🙏 for it's true that tomorrow isn't a promise for no one to be able to see another day 😞 YET it is necessary to understand, that there will be more bad or good times in your own life 🤔 For sure you must appreciate and cherish, those special moments that you have to live 💕 For it's been so much nonsens, happening in the world till we got family's against family, till we slowly start to wonder 🤔 is it better to die or live for it seems that love doesn't live here anymore 😔 For sure it's a very...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fatherhood
#motherhood
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