Long Poems About Birth
#birth
Long poems about birth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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The Sacred Placenta II
I thought I would revisit this sacred topic and how the placenta is interviewed as being a consecrated connection between mother and child and the usage once it is expelled during the afterbirth.
What Exactly Is The Placenta In Detail
The placenta is a vital organ that connects the developing fetus to the mother’s uterine wall. It supplies oxygen and nutrients to the fetus and removes waste products from the fetus’s blood.
I would say, depending on a person’s customs and their culture’s most sacred beliefs, a woman’s placenta may hold cherished...
What Exactly Is The Placenta In Detail
The placenta is a vital organ that connects the developing fetus to the mother’s uterine wall. It supplies oxygen and nutrients to the fetus and removes waste products from the fetus’s blood.
I would say, depending on a person’s customs and their culture’s most sacred beliefs, a woman’s placenta may hold cherished...
#love
#birth
#women
#feminism
#culture
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travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
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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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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.
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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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Reprieve .
He should have been know as colours as his soul was tethered to the dawning of new days . In blues and whites with a smatterings of greens . Every morning that his eyes set upon such simple gifts he felt very affluent given gold coins to put in his pocket. He wasn’t a man to waste time he had been challenged in ways you don’t want to be and it made him blatantly aware of that rhythmic beating in his chest and how with the grace of god he had been blessed . With a reprieve of living with the knowledge that it had been a close call to close for comfort but he was was miraculously gifted extra...
#birth
#death
#aging
#freedom
#nostalgia
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The Beautiful Calling From The Womb (Birth- COTS)
We are the unheard voices once a Queen’s egg has met the King’s sperm, in that moment, we are your soul’s reflection your next generation, bearing undiscovered gifts
From that joyous occasion our mission on earth has been ordained by the winds of time unto your vessel the blessing unto the darkness, the river of life’s Big Bang theory’s our creation blended in that blissful mist
Molecules exploding into tiny pieces of a miracle to find that fertile wanton egg, the hope in the royal flow, as impending life drift, unto that direct divine hit
We will come with eyes to see...
From that joyous occasion our mission on earth has been ordained by the winds of time unto your vessel the blessing unto the darkness, the river of life’s Big Bang theory’s our creation blended in that blissful mist
Molecules exploding into tiny pieces of a miracle to find that fertile wanton egg, the hope in the royal flow, as impending life drift, unto that direct divine hit
We will come with eyes to see...
#birth
#spiritual
#evolution
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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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The Cracked Chalice and the Two-Backed-Beast
Cowering in the dark cell of a child-mind, brooding in a nest of gloom, one towering terror raises a nodding, hoary head like a babe of shadow, seeded as Grendel ruts with Kraken, their two- backed writhing union birthing a shapeshifting, howling hungry beast. A babe blessed by the crooning, slow-turning leviathan pondering in the deep, christened with curse-etched bones of all who restless wrest their rest full fathom five, voices drowning and blending forgotten in layering sediments of time.
Unspeakable firstborn shapeless, suckling wtih many mouths mother's milk from the...
Unspeakable firstborn shapeless, suckling wtih many mouths mother's milk from the...
#birth
#betrayal
#dreams
#death
#sleep
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Life after Death
They lie when they say there's life after death.
Because I can hardly muster up my next breath.
I want to cry but will it really matter. As if my tear stained face will make anything better.
There's nothing that will dull the pain I feel.
Nothing will make this un-real.
No apologies will give her back her life.
No hug or kiss will make it alright.
My heart aches with the thought of my lose
But it shatters at the memories she never got.
I riddle my mind with...
Because I can hardly muster up my next breath.
I want to cry but will it really matter. As if my tear stained face will make anything better.
There's nothing that will dull the pain I feel.
Nothing will make this un-real.
No apologies will give her back her life.
No hug or kiss will make it alright.
My heart aches with the thought of my lose
But it shatters at the memories she never got.
I riddle my mind with...
#anger
#depression
#grief
#birth
#death
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In the beginning
Quick light so bright its blinding.
Takes a few days for sight.
Nurtured and loved no worries binding.
Three years old begins the blight.
Can't forget the first they say.
I slipped hit my head on the wall.
She kicked me in my ribs.
Punched me in my jaw.
Grabbed my hair lifting my head.
Slammed it to the floor.
Said if I tell any ill be dead.
Informed me I was the child of a whore.
Woke up next day sore still feel.
Her old family Bible she slams in back my head
She was destroying all my will
Smiled...
Takes a few days for sight.
Nurtured and loved no worries binding.
Three years old begins the blight.
Can't forget the first they say.
I slipped hit my head on the wall.
She kicked me in my ribs.
Punched me in my jaw.
Grabbed my hair lifting my head.
Slammed it to the floor.
Said if I tell any ill be dead.
Informed me I was the child of a whore.
Woke up next day sore still feel.
Her old family Bible she slams in back my head
She was destroying all my will
Smiled...
#birth
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#confusion
#fear
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Murderers, Stop Killing The Foetus
Abortion is definitely murder and I say this with no apology.
Anybody who does an abortion or supports abortion is a murderer.
There is absolutely no justification for killing the unborn.
The unborn is a human life form and it has the right to life.
Nobody can create life, so nobody should take the life of a human being.
For your information, here is a fact that nobody can honestly refute.
The safest place for a helpless life form is in the womb.
Destroying the foetus in the womb is showing a gross disregard for the intricacies of life.
This...
Anybody who does an abortion or supports abortion is a murderer.
There is absolutely no justification for killing the unborn.
The unborn is a human life form and it has the right to life.
Nobody can create life, so nobody should take the life of a human being.
For your information, here is a fact that nobody can honestly refute.
The safest place for a helpless life form is in the womb.
Destroying the foetus in the womb is showing a gross disregard for the intricacies of life.
This...
#mother
#children
#birth
#murder
#humankind
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Birth