Poems About Birth by Top Critiquers
#birth
Poems about birth by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:33pm
12th Mar 2025 7:33pm
The Ghastly Baby
Once up on a time there was a baby
Most babies are cute but this one was out-and-out ugly
The baby wasn’t morbidly obese
It was totally swollen and lumpy
One of it’s feet had 3 toes
One of its hands had 7 fingers
It’s hands were two right ones
It’s head looked oblong and distorted
Dark rings were underneath it’s beady eyes
Possibly because it never slept
It was consumed by misery
Which in this case was perfectly acceptable
A few noises came out of its mouth
Both were revolting
One...
Most babies are cute but this one was out-and-out ugly
The baby wasn’t morbidly obese
It was totally swollen and lumpy
One of it’s feet had 3 toes
One of its hands had 7 fingers
It’s hands were two right ones
It’s head looked oblong and distorted
Dark rings were underneath it’s beady eyes
Possibly because it never slept
It was consumed by misery
Which in this case was perfectly acceptable
A few noises came out of its mouth
Both were revolting
One...
#birth
#dark
#fiction #ShortStory
#fiction #ShortStory
116 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th May 2025 2:14pm
6th May 2025 2:14pm
From beginning to end
Thanks for the blessings of a second chance at life 🙏 for it's true that tomorrow isn't a promise for no one to be able to see another day 😞 YET it is necessary to understand, that there will be more bad or good times in your own life 🤔 For sure you must appreciate and cherish, those special moments that you have to live 💕 For it's been so much nonsens, happening in the world till we got family's against family, till we slowly start to wonder 🤔 is it better to die or live for it seems that love doesn't live here anymore 😔 For sure it's a very...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fatherhood
#motherhood
53 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 6:15am
27th Jul 2022 6:15am
HOW TO MAKE BABY (PUT IN SIMPLE RHYME)
#birth
#sex
#rhyming #pregnancy
#rhyming #pregnancy
340 reads
1 Comment
Duende
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
23rd Mar 2024 2:00am
Glass Box
the womb of the
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
woman who gave
birth to me was
brutally cut open
with a knife scary
hands wrapped
in plastic pulled
me out suddenly
& put me in a box
...made of glass
it's said it feels
like an invasion
creating a sense
of unsafety for the
...harmless baby
reading about it
it all made sense
the nightmares i
had as a child of
being put in a box
and thrown into the
water or left behind
in a burning forest
...in a...
#birth
#identity
359 reads
22 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 2:30pm
8th Aug 2019 2:30pm
Get Your Wings
The other night I dreamt I held you in my hands
The idea of your angelic face made me smile,
And though for a little while it’s all I could remember
It was a comforting thought to hold you, child.
Then I got the news…
I couldn’t bear the thought, the painful fable
When the faithful are left with tears in their eyes
Without solace at the thought of an empty cradle
When graceful angels are called back to paradise
The brief eternity of you
But then I find there is some consolation, time,
That divine healing potion that mends all wounds ...
The idea of your angelic face made me smile,
And though for a little while it’s all I could remember
It was a comforting thought to hold you, child.
Then I got the news…
I couldn’t bear the thought, the painful fable
When the faithful are left with tears in their eyes
Without solace at the thought of an empty cradle
When graceful angels are called back to paradise
The brief eternity of you
But then I find there is some consolation, time,
That divine healing potion that mends all wounds ...
#birth
#family
#death
552 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
10th Mar 2025 8:44pm
~of the deadening doldrums & monsoonal harbingers
. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
of a start .. this train.. never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts- that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos
i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....
#birth
#conflict
#love
#metaphor
#trains
117 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
26th Jul 2021 9:30am
26th Jul 2021 9:30am
Microcosmos
Disasters in dross taken into impeccable
Methodology of microcosmos transcendence
Moments deem secret windows attainment
Fibre optic vision xenon transistor sites
Initiatory mechanism placement in place
Institutional everything as integration
Gleaming monad at the height of the depth
Circumference of realization is the way
Everything is duality paradox quantum
Pathway is wonder in mechanical moves
Craft interplays in the interface of place
What was made shall be remade to invade
Solitary outsider mind in states of...
Methodology of microcosmos transcendence
Moments deem secret windows attainment
Fibre optic vision xenon transistor sites
Initiatory mechanism placement in place
Institutional everything as integration
Gleaming monad at the height of the depth
Circumference of realization is the way
Everything is duality paradox quantum
Pathway is wonder in mechanical moves
Craft interplays in the interface of place
What was made shall be remade to invade
Solitary outsider mind in states of...
#courage
#birth
#gothic
#trees
#fear
417 reads
6 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
222 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
LIFE IS A ROAD TRIP
No matter
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
473 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
18th Jul 2023 4:47am
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.
...
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
440 reads
3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 10:00pm
30th Dec 2023 10:00pm
a song for the day. a song for the night
time
neither friend
nor foe
time is the orchestra
accompanying our
concerto we play
through
life
moving like water
flowing downstream
gaining momentum
through the
force of
life
billions upon billions
of lives
each looking
searching
desperately holding
on by the thinnest
of threads to;
an improbable
dream
a wasted
hope
an...
neither friend
nor foe
time is the orchestra
accompanying our
concerto we play
through
life
moving like water
flowing downstream
gaining momentum
through the
force of
life
billions upon billions
of lives
each looking
searching
desperately holding
on by the thinnest
of threads to;
an improbable
dream
a wasted
hope
an...
#birth
#death
#fate #aging
#fate #aging
222 reads
13 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
474 reads
4 Comments
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