Long Poems About Birth
#birth
Long poems about birth. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
31st Jan 2019 1:48am
31st Jan 2019 1:48am
BRIEF GLIMPSE OF FRACTALED INSIGHT'S SHARDS (12-18-19, 12:45pm, STARBUCKS RESERVE Shop, Palm Springs, California)
(revision # 2)
throughout
the immeasurable
individual
journeys
of each
of our
asymmetrically
fractaling
diversely unfolding
lives
our experiential
untold
unaccounted
stories
both outwardly
and inwardly
self assembled
through
all the choices
weve made
which have
collectively
directed guided
influenced us
shaped formed
and molded us
into
the long haul ...
throughout
the immeasurable
individual
journeys
of each
of our
asymmetrically
fractaling
diversely unfolding
lives
our experiential
untold
unaccounted
stories
both outwardly
and inwardly
self assembled
through
all the choices
weve made
which have
collectively
directed guided
influenced us
shaped formed
and molded us
into
the long haul ...
#birth
#LifeCycle
#aging
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Dec 2018 9:11pm
19th Dec 2018 9:11pm
BRIEF GLIMPSE OF FRACTALED INSIGHTS SHARDS (12-19-18, 12:45pm, STARBUCKS RESERVE Coffee Shop, Palm Springs, California)
(First draft - # 1)
throughout
the immeasurable
individual
journeys
of each
of our
assymetrically
fractaling
diversely unfolding
lives
our experiential
unaccounted
stories
both outwardly
and inwardly
self assembled
through all
the choices
weve made
which have
collectively
directed guided
influenced us
shaped formed
and molded us
into
the long run
sum...
throughout
the immeasurable
individual
journeys
of each
of our
assymetrically
fractaling
diversely unfolding
lives
our experiential
unaccounted
stories
both outwardly
and inwardly
self assembled
through all
the choices
weve made
which have
collectively
directed guided
influenced us
shaped formed
and molded us
into
the long run
sum...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
411 reads
3 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 3:26am
10th Dec 2018 3:26am
The Oration of My Birth
The top-heavy desktop skated on a luminescent leaf.
While the curtain swaddled a blow-fish until full red,
the bees drank the mortar of the apartment blocks.
My blanket hadn't formed for a while from the cough syrup dripped on the Twister floor,
but the fabric filled the curve of a bubble wand.
One clothes hanger bent out of place
to poke a fried chicken breast awaited throbbing,
other than the broil of a stuffed bunny too puffy to leave itself in professional football.
The silk worms toiled together the...
While the curtain swaddled a blow-fish until full red,
the bees drank the mortar of the apartment blocks.
My blanket hadn't formed for a while from the cough syrup dripped on the Twister floor,
but the fabric filled the curve of a bubble wand.
One clothes hanger bent out of place
to poke a fried chicken breast awaited throbbing,
other than the broil of a stuffed bunny too puffy to leave itself in professional football.
The silk worms toiled together the...
#birth
#narrative
#surreal
452 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
30th Nov 2018 2:44pm
30th Nov 2018 2:44pm
Black Arts
#dark
#birth
#erotic
#death
#lover
1108 reads
10 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 11:18pm
28th Nov 2018 11:18pm
The things I love the most - To my son Phoenix
When you float to your pillow from my arms, like a feather so peaceful, so delicate.
The warmth in your face as your turn over in your dream state, such wonder.
My boy how you Concur and learn,
Your smile and pride take me by surprise.
So proud of who you are, a king loving boy, your hugs, kisses, tugs and more.
The things I love the most.
When your arms fly in the air when you awake, my little Prince let's out a roar mama.
Such excitement in your eyes for the day, what new memories can we make.
Your...
The warmth in your face as your turn over in your dream state, such wonder.
My boy how you Concur and learn,
Your smile and pride take me by surprise.
So proud of who you are, a king loving boy, your hugs, kisses, tugs and more.
The things I love the most.
When your arms fly in the air when you awake, my little Prince let's out a roar mama.
Such excitement in your eyes for the day, what new memories can we make.
Your...
#birth
#son
464 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
12th Sep 2018 3:43am
12th Sep 2018 3:43am
The Sacred Art of Self Decoration with Monarch Butterflies
(Butterfly Contemplation)
There comes a time when doing what you want
without regard for other living things,
because there’s nothing that exists like you.
Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt
with smallest creature Mother Nature brings,
until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed,
would take exception being told the rules
and heavy-handed lessons, to become
a new example living by the...
There comes a time when doing what you want
without regard for other living things,
because there’s nothing that exists like you.
Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt
with smallest creature Mother Nature brings,
until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed,
would take exception being told the rules
and heavy-handed lessons, to become
a new example living by the...
#birth
#death
#forest
#animals
#butterfly
917 reads
15 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
5th Aug 2018 10:26pm
5th Aug 2018 10:26pm
Most Easily Done By A Baby...
(now for thumb sing completely different.
to offset global warming debacle.)
Tis routine sleep simply, aye
refer, and absolutely necessary
if ye decry
and/or beg to differ
with this “NON FAKE”
knows worthy guy!
though i sheepishly attest
NOT tubby a
medical practitioner expert,
this beastie boy
doth his body electric best
nonetheless, ah chest
wanna draw (figuratively)
to allude when
the wave of fatigue doth crest
with heaviness finds
these...
to offset global warming debacle.)
Tis routine sleep simply, aye
refer, and absolutely necessary
if ye decry
and/or beg to differ
with this “NON FAKE”
knows worthy guy!
though i sheepishly attest
NOT tubby a
medical practitioner expert,
this beastie boy
doth his body electric best
nonetheless, ah chest
wanna draw (figuratively)
to allude when
the wave of fatigue doth crest
with heaviness finds
these...
#children
#birth
#family
#inspirational
#memories
354 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Jun 2018 1:29am
8th Jun 2018 1:29am
Ethiopian Songbird
Ethiopian Songbird
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
The taste of Ethiopian dust followed her into her dreams. Also, the beggar, blind in one eye, was there, who never panhandled to the miserly rich because while their bank accounts were full their hearts were empty. Also, there was the gypsy woman whose wares she couldn’t afford but who let her sit in the shade of her market stall. And let’s not forget the soldier who shared water from his canteen and drove her home in his jeep after she’d been begging herself.
The night Mama’s water broke she wept. She didn’t...
#birth
#teens
#Africa #music
#Africa #music
593 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
10th May 2018 00:36am
10th May 2018 00:36am
ALAS NIGHTS SWEET KIND WIND HAS FOUND ME (II) (6/1997, Galveston Island, Texas)
after so many
long
nightmarish years
of such terribly
hopeless
illness
and loss
stolen health
isolating aloneness
relentless
suffering and fear
there came
and was
a deep need
in my
soul
to fill this
dark hole
ive now become
which has
consumed my life
my joy
and all that
i once...
long
nightmarish years
of such terribly
hopeless
illness
and loss
stolen health
isolating aloneness
relentless
suffering and fear
there came
and was
a deep need
in my
soul
to fill this
dark hole
ive now become
which has
consumed my life
my joy
and all that
i once...
#birth
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
479 reads
0 Comments
ElrondSirfalas
Poem Published
20th Apr 2018 1:39pm
20th Apr 2018 1:39pm
Do The Gods Recycle ? (A Collaboration With Blackwolf)
There Is The Defined And The Abstract
The Raw And Refined And What Is Said To Be Fact
There Are Thoughts , Unformed And Manifest
There Is Mental Stirring And The Mind At Rest
The Id The Idea The Vision Visualization
The Art Of Content Or Contemplation
The Nuance So Subtly And Softly Just Suggested
And Then All The Words To Be Digested ;
Surrender Of Suppression To It's Expansive Counterpart
The Inaudible Creation Of Temporal Substance As The Art
Endless...
The Raw And Refined And What Is Said To Be Fact
There Are Thoughts , Unformed And Manifest
There Is Mental Stirring And The Mind At Rest
The Id The Idea The Vision Visualization
The Art Of Content Or Contemplation
The Nuance So Subtly And Softly Just Suggested
And Then All The Words To Be Digested ;
Surrender Of Suppression To It's Expansive Counterpart
The Inaudible Creation Of Temporal Substance As The Art
Endless...
#birth
#death
#universe #LifeCycle
#universe #LifeCycle
858 reads
11 Comments
ReBekahBehave
Poem Published
31st Mar 2018 7:57pm
31st Mar 2018 7:57pm
Brother Luv
i]Thuggish
I regress from the start
open my heart to a man that deserves recognition for his efforts
for his will to survive and provide; never mind it a hustle.
what can be expected of a hustler
who am I to critique....
Two years and counting. Acknowledged something. built on an understanding that there is value in what the mass tosses; it's their losses; society can eat itself.
Who humble comes to my beckon and lifts me up even for a few hours. Lets me break out. Let's me express myself without judgment. And gives himself.
...
I regress from the start
open my heart to a man that deserves recognition for his efforts
for his will to survive and provide; never mind it a hustle.
what can be expected of a hustler
who am I to critique....
Two years and counting. Acknowledged something. built on an understanding that there is value in what the mass tosses; it's their losses; society can eat itself.
Who humble comes to my beckon and lifts me up even for a few hours. Lets me break out. Let's me express myself without judgment. And gives himself.
...
#birth
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
524 reads
1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
18th Mar 2018 4:18pm
18th Mar 2018 4:18pm
She Was Born a Slave
A woman is a bloody thing.
Since the endometrium began to cleanse.
There used to be an Apache Sunrise Dance
for celebration.
But she- this woman was truly a bloody thing.
She gave birth in her youth to engagement rings
that knotted her heart until muddy divorce
burst the woven vagus nerve to start again.
She had a child now
and a crimson hand from another one
her family begged her not to have and that dependable man ...
Since the endometrium began to cleanse.
There used to be an Apache Sunrise Dance
for celebration.
But she- this woman was truly a bloody thing.
She gave birth in her youth to engagement rings
that knotted her heart until muddy divorce
burst the woven vagus nerve to start again.
She had a child now
and a crimson hand from another one
her family begged her not to have and that dependable man ...
#sadness
#birth
#women
#violence
#school
496 reads
2 Comments
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