Long Poems About Birth
#birth
Long poems about birth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
mebo
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 10:16pm
1st Feb 2023 10:16pm
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
394 reads
1 Comment
Secret_poet
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2023 6:25am
23rd Jan 2023 6:25am
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
500 reads
1 Comment
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 7:14am
16th Dec 2022 7:14am
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
399 reads
3 Comments
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
348 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
523 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
374 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
366 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
445 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
479 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
448 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
533 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
528 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Birth
