Least Read Poems About Birth
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the execution
the night of the executions
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
#birth
#motherhood
#aging
#nostalgia
#dating
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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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This brief glow.
The atom lives forever
or so I've heard said,
ten to the thirty-fifth power
it were in a book what I read.
Now, we are built from atoms
bound in our body mass,
on death, released, what happens
Why', they are put out to grass!
Or wrought to air, composed as such,
and from this mortal blow,
free forever, as I clutch,
to my brief glow.
or so I've heard said,
ten to the thirty-fifth power
it were in a book what I read.
Now, we are built from atoms
bound in our body mass,
on death, released, what happens
Why', they are put out to grass!
Or wrought to air, composed as such,
and from this mortal blow,
free forever, as I clutch,
to my brief glow.
#birth
#death
#rhyming
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A farmer's saplings.
A wooden plank
On which he once
Sat reading newspaper
Going to fish market
To bring freshman
Hilsa in the
Wales of cold
With ID card
Of a post man.
With coffee break
Of his friends.
Handing a new
News of red Dracula.
And grappling a toffee
On way to water
A saplings
Of nest and grest
In wild woods in ant.
On which he once
Sat reading newspaper
Going to fish market
To bring freshman
Hilsa in the
Wales of cold
With ID card
Of a post man.
With coffee break
Of his friends.
Handing a new
News of red Dracula.
And grappling a toffee
On way to water
A saplings
Of nest and grest
In wild woods in ant.
#birth
#marriage
#anniversary #menstruation
#anniversary #menstruation
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fraGRANcy!
My grandson
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be...
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be...
#birth
#funny
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
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Sea and tea and butter.
Once upon
A time fisherman
Went to sea
In West
After sailing
Miles
He grabbed a
Fish
And roasted
And ate it.
Then he the storm
Arose
He couldn't
Catch the boat.
He cried because
His goat at home
Was alone.
He hurricaned
The season
And swam across
The other side.
Letters to...
A time fisherman
Went to sea
In West
After sailing
Miles
He grabbed a
Fish
And roasted
And ate it.
Then he the storm
Arose
He couldn't
Catch the boat.
He cried because
His goat at home
Was alone.
He hurricaned
The season
And swam across
The other side.
Letters to...
#mother
#father
#birth #fatherhood
#birth #fatherhood
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