Poems About Birth Published by Members Recently Online
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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
Today 2:51pm
Today 2:51pm
My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
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1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
Today 2:51pm
Today 2:51pm
My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
39 reads
1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
Today 2:51pm
Today 2:51pm
My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
39 reads
1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
Today 2:51pm
Today 2:51pm
My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
39 reads
1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
Today 2:51pm
Today 2:51pm
My Mother's Poem
I came here as a Sunday morning,
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
too quickly
for your sleeping doctor to rise in time.
Your younger sister caught me,
in bare palms,
and you both laughed through awed tears.
She loves to tell that story, her
unpracticed hands
enough shield and cradle for two.
I do not ever ask where my father is,
or when he arrives to hold us both
because I also inherited our
hourglass wounds
from carrying a wedding bouquet
of someone else’s pain to my body.
And so if they want to leave, I let them
leave.
Mother,...
#birth
#family
#healing
#love
#mother
39 reads
1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
48 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
48 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
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PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
149 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
149 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
24th Mar 2024 9:19am
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
149 reads
2 Comments
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