Long Poems About Birth
#birth
Long poems about birth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2019 5:51pm
22nd Oct 2019 5:51pm
Clarabell's (brief,only & final ) Oration
no, nothing
new. yes, the pain is
exquisite.......
jumpin'round in monkey-mind dis'guise
affords all the grease
I need to send that
squeak
to the dopey'ass devil..........
(don't let'em get away wit that shit ! )
Buddah spoke unto me about the...
new. yes, the pain is
exquisite.......
jumpin'round in monkey-mind dis'guise
affords all the grease
I need to send that
squeak
to the dopey'ass devil..........
(don't let'em get away wit that shit ! )
Buddah spoke unto me about the...
#birth
#sex
#war
#death
#peace
487 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th Oct 2019 7:38am
17th Oct 2019 7:38am
of tulips, thaandavam & twitters: threshold kinetics for their exquisitely eruptive occurrence
midnight holograms
in no random thriller fluctuations..
their monotonous repetitions in clinical
colour strikes of limited and unshuffling
hues
…and those
merely puppeting background score in predictable
metered ~śruti, swaram, rāgam,taalam~ of
a con cameo instrumental playing hard
all in a...
in no random thriller fluctuations..
their monotonous repetitions in clinical
colour strikes of limited and unshuffling
hues
…and those
merely puppeting background score in predictable
metered ~śruti, swaram, rāgam,taalam~ of
a con cameo instrumental playing hard
all in a...
#love
#birth
#LifeStruggles
#faith
#spiritual
656 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 9:53pm
13th Oct 2019 9:53pm
The Inscribed Bones of Being (and Having Been)
Scrimshaw
etched on mortal bones
of all those who ceased
to exist by
the ways of their own minds, of
their own
doing. A stroll, so to speak,
down suicide row, all
the juries and
judges set in place,
( in tact, in fact),
readying their sentences, ...
etched on mortal bones
of all those who ceased
to exist by
the ways of their own minds, of
their own
doing. A stroll, so to speak,
down suicide row, all
the juries and
judges set in place,
( in tact, in fact),
readying their sentences, ...
#love
#grief
#birth
#identity
#death
530 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 1:11am
7th Oct 2019 1:11am
This Poom Is Kinda-like a Thesaurus for Dead Languages / Dead Thoughts
but with Matters of the Heart, mind doesn't matter.
Time was
once upon a time&time
was on the mind of every one's
matter
(but with Matters of the Heart, mind doesn't matter.)
now,
pray'tell, what can
The Matter Be?
(but with Matters of the Heart, mind doesn't matter.)
(but with Matters of...
Time was
once upon a time&time
was on the mind of every one's
matter
(but with Matters of the Heart, mind doesn't matter.)
now,
pray'tell, what can
The Matter Be?
(but with Matters of the Heart, mind doesn't matter.)
(but with Matters of...
#birth
#spiritual
#funny
#humankind
#aging
641 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
Of Death And Birth: Fire And The Rose
We die with the dying:
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
#birth
#death
#fall
#LifeCycle
#TSEliot
866 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 10:57pm
18th Jul 2019 10:57pm
The Story of the Three Sisters
The Story of the Three Sisters
Three sisters try not to compete with each other but can’t help but try to get ahead in this capitalist economy. Yet, even with good jobs, there is something missing in their lives. Finally, the youngest sister lands her dreamboat at a convention for cosmetics. An up and coming executive in the makeup industry takes her out and proposes to her. He is charming and decent in every respect. The other two sisters are jealous. They predict divorce and unhappiness for the newlyweds. But to the envious sister’s chagrin, their sister is happily married...
Three sisters try not to compete with each other but can’t help but try to get ahead in this capitalist economy. Yet, even with good jobs, there is something missing in their lives. Finally, the youngest sister lands her dreamboat at a convention for cosmetics. An up and coming executive in the makeup industry takes her out and proposes to her. He is charming and decent in every respect. The other two sisters are jealous. They predict divorce and unhappiness for the newlyweds. But to the envious sister’s chagrin, their sister is happily married...
#jealousy
#children
#birth #money
#birth #money
504 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 5:05pm
18th Jul 2019 5:05pm
The Incidental Poet
what moves the quill?
life itself
the trials..the tribulations
the triumphs
triangulated on a poetic canvass
questioning death
the afterlife....etc etc
so many places to go
but admittedly
everything ain't for show n tell
not for public consumption
no matter how much it consumes
my everyday thoughts
some poems will remain forever un-written..
etched in blood
chiseled in cauterized braille
on a sacrificial heart
but with that said...
life itself
the trials..the tribulations
the triumphs
triangulated on a poetic canvass
questioning death
the afterlife....etc etc
so many places to go
but admittedly
everything ain't for show n tell
not for public consumption
no matter how much it consumes
my everyday thoughts
some poems will remain forever un-written..
etched in blood
chiseled in cauterized braille
on a sacrificial heart
but with that said...
#anxiety
#birth
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
471 reads
4 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 5:17am
18th Jul 2019 5:17am
From Mushroom Rings To Redwood Trees
Grasp, reluctant to scattered release-
Sprouts of air, into dust drifted seeds-
Floated trip, held high, on springing breeze-
---
All will fall, and find nestle in dirt-
Patience itself, awaiting own birth-
Taking nothing, to give in return-
---
Given to ride, on winds reternal grip-
Embrace of both, released in their kiss-
Anytime dew, formed from crisp fallen mist-
---
Anew lover, formed from flight beneath-
Glimpse of grasp, as symbiotics meet-
And thus, the thirst, gives itself to seed-
--------- ...
Sprouts of air, into dust drifted seeds-
Floated trip, held high, on springing breeze-
---
All will fall, and find nestle in dirt-
Patience itself, awaiting own birth-
Taking nothing, to give in return-
---
Given to ride, on winds reternal grip-
Embrace of both, released in their kiss-
Anytime dew, formed from crisp fallen mist-
---
Anew lover, formed from flight beneath-
Glimpse of grasp, as symbiotics meet-
And thus, the thirst, gives itself to seed-
--------- ...
#birth
#earth
#forest
#trees
#nature
555 reads
7 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jun 2019 3:15am
28th Jun 2019 3:15am
LOVE NEVER DIES
When love truly hurts beyond what you feel it hides in the deepness that swirls within the darkness were the love you once had use to live and roam within the depth of your heart, but as with all things in life it too will die right before your very eyes but yet you will wonder as you ponder this question WHY, FOR HAVEN'T I BEEN THERE FOR YOU WHEN THE WORLD BEATS YOU DOWN AND YOU NEEDED A STRONG SHOULDER TO HOLD YOU UP AND WEPT THE TEARS FROM YOUR CRYING EYES THAT GOES UNSEEN.
...
...
#birth
#death
#LifeCycle
539 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 12:16pm
21st Jun 2019 12:16pm
A STIMULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
From my mind I remember how life use to be back in the days but right before my mind eyes life changed with the times for no longer is there true honor and respect no longer is your word your bond as your words no longer hold any weight, for it all has change for the worse for now we have gotten so wrapped up in this computer world that some of us no longer pick up the phone and call and chat with someone which has been replace by texts and emails even when we break up in our relationships for social media has become the new play ground for some adults. ...
#birth
#motherhood
#death
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
519 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
31st May 2019 11:24am
31st May 2019 11:24am
THE LONG HAUL
From my mind I still see and feel your body as I see your face and feel you in the depth and deepness of my body and soul for you bring to my mind a scene of us in our very first outer and inner encounter as one spiritual soul, for there were no insecurities for we each have our flaws and imperfections from our own exchanges within life and the world, but there at that very moment it was you and me were there were no illusions nor disguises of wearing a mask of distraction hiding behind false lies. ...
#birth
#marriage
#LifeCycle
#aging
#LookingForLove
591 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 12:18pm
18th Feb 2019 12:18pm
Specular Singularities
(- -) eroding frame's crudebase
dimlit midnights soak in an abundant
haze of cheap eucalyptus essence from
her unwaveringly flaming glassine Borosil
[a miniaturized lab-lantern, in lacklustre
& no aesthetics of an artisanal treasure]
in struggled still holds of a dancing flame
whipped by the dizzying whirlwind fans
in mindless arrogance of a noisy loom
despite its multidecked dustfull crusts
some 70’s music ooze in the background
in lazed tortoise breaths of...
dimlit midnights soak in an abundant
haze of cheap eucalyptus essence from
her unwaveringly flaming glassine Borosil
[a miniaturized lab-lantern, in lacklustre
& no aesthetics of an artisanal treasure]
in struggled still holds of a dancing flame
whipped by the dizzying whirlwind fans
in mindless arrogance of a noisy loom
despite its multidecked dustfull crusts
some 70’s music ooze in the background
in lazed tortoise breaths of...
#birth
#LifeStruggles
#universe #spiritual
#universe #spiritual
557 reads
7 Comments
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