Long Poems About Birth
#birth
Long poems about birth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 2:11am
25th Aug 2022 2:11am
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
301 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
11th Apr 2022 7:24pm
Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
485 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Oct 2021 4:32pm
29th Oct 2021 4:32pm
bornAgain
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain
a heart of wisdom.”—Psalm 90:12
born of God
when He created adam
my forefather.
born of abraham
when God multiplied
his seed
in all the earth.
born of my father
when he knew
...
a heart of wisdom.”—Psalm 90:12
born of God
when He created adam
my forefather.
born of abraham
when God multiplied
his seed
in all the earth.
born of my father
when he knew
...
#birth
#God
#rebirth
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
316 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
27th May 2021 8:48pm
27th May 2021 8:48pm
Trees dreaming of man dreaming of trees
My soul splits open
as I dig feet deep into loam,
setting down roots,
anchoring life.
The bones of my feet
become the bones of the earth,
roots to nourish my soul
as I look toward the heavens.
Slowly day by day,
reaching higher,
seeking the warmth of the sun,
my spirits soars,
branching out,
a thousand directions at once.
I learn of frost and cold,
drought...
as I dig feet deep into loam,
setting down roots,
anchoring life.
The bones of my feet
become the bones of the earth,
roots to nourish my soul
as I look toward the heavens.
Slowly day by day,
reaching higher,
seeking the warmth of the sun,
my spirits soars,
branching out,
a thousand directions at once.
I learn of frost and cold,
drought...
#birth
#aging
#philosophical
311 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 8:03am
23rd Jan 2021 8:03am
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
#birth
#motherhood
#family
#environment
#apocalypse
394 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 11:40pm
18th Jan 2021 11:40pm
WHAT MADE YOU STRONGER
It's funny how sometimes that what we once lived through sometimes, has a way of creeping back into our lives when we least expect it. Due to the misconception that we have become blinded by false accusations. But sometimes that is the real reality of our lives basically, as it is and how it feels of what our life is like through our own eyes. For we didn't chose the life we live and still had to learn to adjust, to situations that affects the very roots of our faith and trust in someone else. Who gave us birth into life's existences as young people's of the world, even though we are born...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
446 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:38am
12th Jan 2021 10:38am
ISN'T IT WORTH IT TO YOU
Here within this transcending realm of darkness and light I walk aimlessly, through the tunnel vision walking towards the end. As though it held the question to all my answers, yet having me feeling lost at the same time feeling trap deep within the subconsciousness of the madness and insanity. As if I was hypnotize by the illuminations of darkness, seen through my own set of eyes looking into abyss of the dark. Just drawing me even more deeper into the depth of the darkness. But I find myself thinking more deeply on this stimulating, journey and travel and walk of silent in the deepness of...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
389 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Dec 2020 4:09am
20th Dec 2020 4:09am
Death Is The Only Place We Have To Go In Life (or poetry).
Tis the obligation of any-one who takes on the title of
P O E T.
is to be willing, able, & ready to spend the remainder of
L I F E,
in study of the mysteries of that unknowable state of our
D E A T H.
a constant "state" of study, meditation, contemplation of dear death, Much
differing from the usual path of immersion in as many
diversions as possible, as the sealing of death in a psyche-boX to be away
in some subbasement of the "soul" and...
P O E T.
is to be willing, able, & ready to spend the remainder of
L I F E,
in study of the mysteries of that unknowable state of our
D E A T H.
a constant "state" of study, meditation, contemplation of dear death, Much
differing from the usual path of immersion in as many
diversions as possible, as the sealing of death in a psyche-boX to be away
in some subbasement of the "soul" and...
#birth
#death
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#meditation
478 reads
7 Comments
Nycewitit
Poem Published
14th Dec 2020 1:01am
14th Dec 2020 1:01am
The Avoided Conversation ©
You have a sturdy wick, but your candle has lost its glow. The demons trail behind you, and you may never know. Because you walk blindly with eyes shut, though you can see. And you say it’s none of my business but your ancestral comes from me.
This generation....
This generation stabs in the back, slaps in the face, won't feed thy neighbor but gluttonize with every taste. Ambition turns into addiction and births greed. Spread the nut but won't take care of the seeds. Beat your women ignore their cries. Black eyes, allies, blue cops, white lies. Your divine order is going...
This generation....
This generation stabs in the back, slaps in the face, won't feed thy neighbor but gluttonize with every taste. Ambition turns into addiction and births greed. Spread the nut but won't take care of the seeds. Beat your women ignore their cries. Black eyes, allies, blue cops, white lies. Your divine order is going...
#love
#lust
#birth #secrets
#birth #secrets
495 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
26th Nov 2020 7:15pm
26th Nov 2020 7:15pm
Some Sextets Of A Palindromic Plying Phasal Mind~ 'MANAM'::- In Our Undying 'Soul'ing Love
1.
mysterious anonymities~
மன ஜனம்:: Maṉa jaṉaM
who are they?!.. these
disjointed deja vu insurgence
of a random alien~ known
mixed characterizations
in a daily gherao over
dreamy reeling surrealities-
a drastic expanse in
horrific drilling inevitabilities
of sudden~ switched morphings…
an unbearable live series of killer
documentary nightmarishness...
...
mysterious anonymities~
மன ஜனம்:: Maṉa jaṉaM
who are they?!.. these
disjointed deja vu insurgence
of a random alien~ known
mixed characterizations
in a daily gherao over
dreamy reeling surrealities-
a drastic expanse in
horrific drilling inevitabilities
of sudden~ switched morphings…
an unbearable live series of killer
documentary nightmarishness...
...
#love
#birth
#war
#death
#LifeStruggles
465 reads
10 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Nov 2020 3:24pm
25th Nov 2020 3:24pm
Our Gaming God, Live from Heaven Stadium, (ample parking available)
Pounce to
ren-
ounce, the fatman falls
straight out
the goddamned window,
All, like, glassy
shards in adipose "tissue" flying
every which way (as one would expect).
Emergency services have been summoned.
The poor slob is dis'conscious, (but no dead........)
The pavement is hard, but he didn't fall
as far as far as"could...
ren-
ounce, the fatman falls
straight out
the goddamned window,
All, like, glassy
shards in adipose "tissue" flying
every which way (as one would expect).
Emergency services have been summoned.
The poor slob is dis'conscious, (but no dead........)
The pavement is hard, but he didn't fall
as far as far as"could...
#children
#birth
#women
#men
#sports
382 reads
10 Comments
msbeav
Brenda
Brenda
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 10:23pm
22nd Oct 2020 10:23pm
Letter To My Daughter
I know you're an adult now and that happened faster than my mind can wrap-around. You went from 6 months to 20 in about 2 weeks, at least that's how it feels to me.
So many times what I want to say is not what comes out. In my fear for your safety, for protecting you from every hurt I endured, every pain I see you walking toward, I come across as angry.
It seems to you that I just dont understand.
Babygirl, nothing could be further from the truth.
I do understand,
I understand completely.
And what you need to understand that my job as your...
So many times what I want to say is not what comes out. In my fear for your safety, for protecting you from every hurt I endured, every pain I see you walking toward, I come across as angry.
It seems to you that I just dont understand.
Babygirl, nothing could be further from the truth.
I do understand,
I understand completely.
And what you need to understand that my job as your...
#birth
#childhood
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
163 reads
0 Comments
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