Long Poems About Birth
#birth
Long poems about birth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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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
442 reads
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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
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JessD842
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 11:20am
25th Sep 2020 11:20am
What life would be to live happily??
The want, need, the desire to be somewhere or even something in life. Someone's mother, lover or even someones wife. Longing for the unconditional love from a child. Just the tender thought makes my heart grin and smile.
Walking through this journey we call life on my own. Searching for true happiness that most often leaves me lost and alone.
Older and older I grow everyday. Day after night, night after day, thriving for true happiness that so far away. What would life be to live so happily?
Seems the more you want something in life the more likely your not going to receive,...
Walking through this journey we call life on my own. Searching for true happiness that most often leaves me lost and alone.
Older and older I grow everyday. Day after night, night after day, thriving for true happiness that so far away. What would life be to live so happily?
Seems the more you want something in life the more likely your not going to receive,...
#happiness
#birth
#motherhood
#death
#aging
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1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 6:55am
13th Sep 2020 6:55am
Face Before Our World Was Born
Swing, sway, sashay. Do they ever sashay any more?
"Swing & Sway With Sammy Kaye"
(says nothing for sashay)
on the radio on the radio even before "My Time"
of being born and born as a being.
Look
at your face. What was your face before
your grand-parents were born, (And who/what were
they? Had they paid the same price as we?)
sitting their own pre-existence of " What did they
Look like? What did they do? O,...
"Swing & Sway With Sammy Kaye"
(says nothing for sashay)
on the radio on the radio even before "My Time"
of being born and born as a being.
Look
at your face. What was your face before
your grand-parents were born, (And who/what were
they? Had they paid the same price as we?)
sitting their own pre-existence of " What did they
Look like? What did they do? O,...
#birth
#death
#rebirth
#spiritual
#deception
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Aug 2020 4:23pm
7th Aug 2020 4:23pm
Words like Chopper Blades
( After Ocean Vuong, and my father )
. . .once [ the war ] enters you,
it never leaves—but merely echoes. . .*
The war is never over for a soldier.**
Vietnam, 1957
Your eyes, still echoing wide with boy
at 17, resonating violently inside
their soft-shelled socket, your
tripwire tongue severing a moan
buried in her cartilage'd throat, waiting
to explode as a Bouncing Betty
above the surface. Prostitution, makeshift
war-wife,...
. . .once [ the war ] enters you,
it never leaves—but merely echoes. . .*
The war is never over for a soldier.**
Vietnam, 1957
Your eyes, still echoing wide with boy
at 17, resonating violently inside
their soft-shelled socket, your
tripwire tongue severing a moan
buried in her cartilage'd throat, waiting
to explode as a Bouncing Betty
above the surface. Prostitution, makeshift
war-wife,...
#birth
#war
#OceanVuong
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40 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th May 2020 11:56pm
7th May 2020 11:56pm
~of the forever birthing Chaos, L O V E
mysterious in formations... the
tri~ striped pitch-black clouds...
(over the already hazily off-whitish
mesh of a filamentous fungi skies...
..murmurous under the diffusing
dimly pervasive lights... of a smeary
vulnerable naked papery moon... in
tumescent holds of a deepen depth
the secretive craters are fallen unto)
are the sharpened ‘trishul’ weaponry
elongating its streaky warring traces
that these onlooking prone eyes imbibe..
sooner in decongregations... to a peace
of clarifying space of...
tri~ striped pitch-black clouds...
(over the already hazily off-whitish
mesh of a filamentous fungi skies...
..murmurous under the diffusing
dimly pervasive lights... of a smeary
vulnerable naked papery moon... in
tumescent holds of a deepen depth
the secretive craters are fallen unto)
are the sharpened ‘trishul’ weaponry
elongating its streaky warring traces
that these onlooking prone eyes imbibe..
sooner in decongregations... to a peace
of clarifying space of...
#love
#birth
#nature
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Lagertha
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
23rd Apr 2020 10:09am
ESSENCE of the SUNDANCER
Herein the forest seeded by my ancestral blood of (the Numa). Sononi',(Shoshone).
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
Whistles of whispers upon his breath hover amongst these trails...unearth my deepest desires...calling to reawaken my spirit animal...unleashing the mother of my beast and once extinct in my intuitive wisdom.
The Sun Dancer,( A Cougar, Mountain Lion, Puma, Panther.) I endured as a Shoshone. I, as in all my tribes, " WE REMAIN".
I anticipate the sounds of his claws shredding throughout the floor of this forest. Sprinting into a stride and thirsty for a taste of my flesh. Clinching down my...
#birth
#motherhood
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
648 reads
19 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 7:53am
3rd Feb 2020 7:53am
God's Lunatic
If two stones were placed in any part of the world near each other, and beyond the sphere of influence of a third cognate body, these stones, like two magnetic needles, would come together in the intermediate point, each approaching the other by a space proportional to the comparative mass of the other. If the moon and earth were not retained in their orbits by their animal force or some other equivalent, the earth would mount to the moon by a fifty-fourth part of their distance, and the moon fall towards the earth through the other fifty-three parts, and they would there meet, assuming,...
#birth
#universe
#humankind
#astronomy
#LifeCycle
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
4th Jan 2020 5:51pm
4th Jan 2020 5:51pm
A Crock(ery) of Shit - A Partial, Non-Binding, (jnformal ) Contract
Photo: Tolouse Latrec taking a dump at Le Crotoy beach. 1898. photo by Maurice Joyant------ (Fair Use invoked)
WARNING: Extreme incontinance. WARNING
Futility in The family, (or
fantasies of fallen, mended and
smashed over again)
crockery.
Who'hoo'hoo's got time to deal with thishit?)
Shitty shit raw shit custom shit
dark shit lite shit cruel'gentle shitshit
big shit little shit ...
WARNING: Extreme incontinance. WARNING
Futility in The family, (or
fantasies of fallen, mended and
smashed over again)
crockery.
Who'hoo'hoo's got time to deal with thishit?)
Shitty shit raw shit custom shit
dark shit lite shit cruel'gentle shitshit
big shit little shit ...
#birth
#porn
#animals
#birds
#nature
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Dec 2019 5:10pm
30th Dec 2019 5:10pm
defied. and undefined. the divine Us-in-Love
1.
<< @00:58:53 UTC, 26.12.2004, beyond all tenses, tears in the tsunami>>
still the splitting hints & haunting remnants
sit embedded in ruins as handcuffed sandgrains
marooned in crimson tides engulfing nameless
screams of mass-silenced piling up corpses..
longingly unfazed shoreline runs as ever in parallelism
to the unshaken skylines beneath amoebic-minded
grey clouds in the circus-monkeying unpredictability
unleashes
an eerie silence...as it still stands quite
a quiet...
<< @00:58:53 UTC, 26.12.2004, beyond all tenses, tears in the tsunami>>
still the splitting hints & haunting remnants
sit embedded in ruins as handcuffed sandgrains
marooned in crimson tides engulfing nameless
screams of mass-silenced piling up corpses..
longingly unfazed shoreline runs as ever in parallelism
to the unshaken skylines beneath amoebic-minded
grey clouds in the circus-monkeying unpredictability
unleashes
an eerie silence...as it still stands quite
a quiet...
#love
#birth
#universe
#nature
#spiritual
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
28th Nov 2019 3:40pm
28th Nov 2019 3:40pm
To Thank Her (no matter who hears)
There are not enough ways to
thank her, as my sisters and I
lost our mother,
though it is not she who is lost.
It has been ten days ago
as of this morning, very early,
just as the rain
showed its cold monotone.
It comes, grieving, freeing me
to rise up,
to celebrate our mother.
To shower the firmament
ev’rywhere she saw & walk’d;
I now can say
no matter who might hear:
Bless my soul, Mother,
have you taken a moment to ...
thank her, as my sisters and I
lost our mother,
though it is not she who is lost.
It has been ten days ago
as of this morning, very early,
just as the rain
showed its cold monotone.
It comes, grieving, freeing me
to rise up,
to celebrate our mother.
To shower the firmament
ev’rywhere she saw & walk’d;
I now can say
no matter who might hear:
Bless my soul, Mother,
have you taken a moment to ...
#mother
#birth
#death
#gratitude
#daughter
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