Least Read Poems About Birth

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...

Push yourself into disappointments, renowned for their falsities, with impossible speed - who could ever grasp who you truly were?

Maybe we've got it round the wrong way?

Makes more sense to be sad and cry when a baby is born, that's when suffering begins.

Makes more sense to sing and dance when death arrives,that's when suffering ends.

Maybe.....it's just a thought.

Disconnected
From the mother
Independent
Yet dependent
Of her warmth
And protection
The day of birth arrives
The womb
Is opened from within
As the young face the sky
Whilst walking on eggshells
Mouths gaping open
Seemingly in astonishment
Awaiting their moments
For food
Then eventually take wing
And fly!

by Jemia

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...