Poems about Birth
#birth
Poems about birth and being born. Poetry about mothers giving birth to their children, and poems about new life beginning. Includes nature poems about the birth of other animals.
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A Love Unbeknownst to me
Fortitude of anxiety, works its assiduous magic
Blinded by the preparations, threads of logic hanging in a clumsy net
Time it rushes all at once and the ideas become realised
Blood, shit, screams and pain, welcome to the world
Trauma has attacked, all victims to the truth
Nature’s lesson be - that hardship brings great things
Reeling from the shock, witnessing the implications unfold before me
Next comes something special, hidden from my prescience
A love unbeknownst to me, a fettering of my heart
...
Blinded by the preparations, threads of logic hanging in a clumsy net
Time it rushes all at once and the ideas become realised
Blood, shit, screams and pain, welcome to the world
Trauma has attacked, all victims to the truth
Nature’s lesson be - that hardship brings great things
Reeling from the shock, witnessing the implications unfold before me
Next comes something special, hidden from my prescience
A love unbeknownst to me, a fettering of my heart
...
#love
#birth
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
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Chaos
Chaos is many things
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
#birth
#death
#fate
#aging
#LookingForLove
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Breath
Breath
The first we take
And the last
It's a contradiction
A giver and a taker
The first we take
And the last
It's a contradiction
A giver and a taker
#birth
#death
#PowerOfWords
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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vengeance
Vengeance
It is late at night my study is warm, and the wind is blowing. I dislike drought I get cold easily
I know it is time for bed, but I hesitate in case I lay there and cannot sleep thinking about when I'm going to die that is the date and if possible the hour
We live in a dramatic stage in human existence we have the chance to eradicate ourselves; No doubt there are
atomic Holocaust will clean the air and from the ashes the phoenix will arise and the righteous will live on and
Thanks to the almighty god for making this possible.
I like to be...
It is late at night my study is warm, and the wind is blowing. I dislike drought I get cold easily
I know it is time for bed, but I hesitate in case I lay there and cannot sleep thinking about when I'm going to die that is the date and if possible the hour
We live in a dramatic stage in human existence we have the chance to eradicate ourselves; No doubt there are
atomic Holocaust will clean the air and from the ashes the phoenix will arise and the righteous will live on and
Thanks to the almighty god for making this possible.
I like to be...
#birth
#death
#aging
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when it is too late
When it is too late
When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the impression it made stayed with me and nothing could change the imprint of my mind
I lived a good life herding sheep and milking cows and my best friend was a little horse called Dolly and she loved me, she never had a foal, and in her mind, I was
a good substitute mind, I spent hours brushing her and trimming her horse mane
Idyllic, wasn't it? Worth writing poetry about the bumble bees and hens finding worms in the dark soil
Despite this, I missed...
When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the impression it made stayed with me and nothing could change the imprint of my mind
I lived a good life herding sheep and milking cows and my best friend was a little horse called Dolly and she loved me, she never had a foal, and in her mind, I was
a good substitute mind, I spent hours brushing her and trimming her horse mane
Idyllic, wasn't it? Worth writing poetry about the bumble bees and hens finding worms in the dark soil
Despite this, I missed...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#dating
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fraGRANcy!
My grandson
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be...
Has inherited quite a lot
He has the same birthmark
That ive got, in the same spot
Just at the back of the neck
My daughter has it too
A quirky thing to inherit
But nothing particular new
Hope he doesn't
Inherit my sense of humour
Or both his parents youthful over indulgency
Im sure they're just a rumour
I'm still sixteen
Or so i'd like to think
I may grow up one day
Although not likely, sayeth i, with a mischievous wink
In seventeen years, therefore
My grandson would be...
#birth
#funny
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
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Loss of Faith
Loss of faith
It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back...
It was Christmas Eve 1947
A knock on the door, I stopped breathing
Santa entered with a bag
slung across massive shoulders
I saw it was, Mrs Stream next door
She was an extraordinary woman
who managed to get fat in the war years
I thought the bastards had been
telling my lies all those years.
I bet the Jesus stuff is lies to
Get us children to behave and say thank you.
I lost my faith
but didn't tell anyone
I was given woolly socks and a fire engine
made of wood
It was easy to bribe back...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#LookingForLove
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Mother .
My 1 at Nan named aani.
Past.
Present -TukTuk Rudra.
Past.
Present -TukTuk Rudra.
#mother
#birth
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Juancho
In your sleeping phase,
I could do nothing but gaze.
With your mother by your side,
and here i watch you from a diffent land.
I softly utter your name in whispers
Can you hear me i wonder?
I stare and carress you in your picture.
Can you feel my touch across this thin line of paper?
You haven't tasted this yet,
as love poured unto you undeniably
How does it feel to be in limitless dreams?
Enjoy them i say as they diminish eventually.
In time, you'll learn to fight
with your mom and dad,
with your brothers...
I could do nothing but gaze.
With your mother by your side,
and here i watch you from a diffent land.
I softly utter your name in whispers
Can you hear me i wonder?
I stare and carress you in your picture.
Can you feel my touch across this thin line of paper?
You haven't tasted this yet,
as love poured unto you undeniably
How does it feel to be in limitless dreams?
Enjoy them i say as they diminish eventually.
In time, you'll learn to fight
with your mom and dad,
with your brothers...
#love
#birth
#childhood
#family
#motivational
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Pope Frances
Pope Frances
It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of
Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins
Men in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep
except for one lifeguard, who wears a gray suit his black suit
is still at the cleaners
The pope is heading for the big park, along the route
There are thousands of young people, waving flags from many nations
Russian flag, Ukrainian banner, it is all here, except perhaps
the Israeli flag, I assume there are no catholic Jews.
Where the road narrows...
It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of
Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins
Men in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep
except for one lifeguard, who wears a gray suit his black suit
is still at the cleaners
The pope is heading for the big park, along the route
There are thousands of young people, waving flags from many nations
Russian flag, Ukrainian banner, it is all here, except perhaps
the Israeli flag, I assume there are no catholic Jews.
Where the road narrows...
#birth
#marriage
#birthday
#anniversary
#funeral
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My Oracle Sacred Rites Of The Placenta (Part I of Part II)
Unto life that has been given unto the womb, a sacred connection between the divine, intermission of growth and development from embryo to a fetus, to the deliverance of man child or woman child into the enlightenment from the mythical of passage from the Heavens to Earth, in exile from the darkness unto the light of Eve’s disobedience manifested by life and death.
I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
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I will ask level-minded intellects a question, what are the gifts we get from the universe, when we are without guidance, blind eyes as looking through the world with the innocent of a childlike’s perceptions.
...
#birth
#motherhood
#feminism #philosophical
#feminism #philosophical
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Before
Do you remember who and what you are?
Why you were sent to planet earth?
Others know who you are,since your birth,and know your predestined mission
and purpose,here on this planet.
It wasn't easy for them, accepting your divine power.
Knowing that you are loved, by your wonderful family.
And though they won't stop,looking you up.
They can't be apart of your journey.
© CandyFlossMonet. July 2023
Why you were sent to planet earth?
Others know who you are,since your birth,and know your predestined mission
and purpose,here on this planet.
It wasn't easy for them, accepting your divine power.
Knowing that you are loved, by your wonderful family.
And though they won't stop,looking you up.
They can't be apart of your journey.
© CandyFlossMonet. July 2023
#birth
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DU Poetry : Poems about Birth