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.
Life Seen Through A Window
My window is a vision
a doorstep away
I gently gaze out,
see tomorrows & today
Across the street,
their young family resides
Man, woman, child
hiding their family inside
One day the woman
birthed a new baby boy
Expressions were clear,
completely filled, overjoyed
Weeks turned to months,
I've watched as he's grown
only made possible,
as I work now from home
Infant to toddler,
the little one now walks
windows were open
amazed how he talks
He...
a doorstep away
I gently gaze out,
see tomorrows & today
Across the street,
their young family resides
Man, woman, child
hiding their family inside
One day the woman
birthed a new baby boy
Expressions were clear,
completely filled, overjoyed
Weeks turned to months,
I've watched as he's grown
only made possible,
as I work now from home
Infant to toddler,
the little one now walks
windows were open
amazed how he talks
He...
#happiness
#birth
#childhood
#home
#uplifting
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15 Comments
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
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2 Comments
There Is A Hunger In My skin
there is a hunger in my skin
it goes away but comes again
this hunger was there from long ago
it gave my life a rocky start
regardless of this I would be remiss
if I didn't say I loved you in spite of this
I know the hunger stemmed in part
from all the pain inside your heart
I'm sure you loved me the best you could
in just the way a mother should
it goes away but comes again
this hunger was there from long ago
it gave my life a rocky start
regardless of this I would be remiss
if I didn't say I loved you in spite of this
I know the hunger stemmed in part
from all the pain inside your heart
I'm sure you loved me the best you could
in just the way a mother should
#love
#mother
#birth
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2 Comments
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
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22 Comments
Birth of a Box Head ..... Process
Often I present my art finished
The process however is the jive
Often it's a matter of practice
Color combos, doodling
This is an example
It's not pretty
It's a functional start to conception
The mind's eye is fascinating
A look Inside Poetspeak
Stay tuned
Bigger and Better to follow...
The process however is the jive
Often it's a matter of practice
Color combos, doodling
This is an example
It's not pretty
It's a functional start to conception
The mind's eye is fascinating
A look Inside Poetspeak
Stay tuned
Bigger and Better to follow...
#birth
#TruthOfLife
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
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16 Comments
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
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2 Comments
HOW TO MAKE BABY (PUT IN SIMPLE RHYME)
#birth
#sex
#rhyming #pregnancy
#rhyming #pregnancy
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1 Comment
Words like Chopper Blades
( After Ocean Vuong, and my father )
. . .once [ the war ] enters you,
it never leaves—but merely echoes. . .*
The war is never over for a soldier.**
Vietnam, 1957
Your eyes, still echoing wide with boy
at 17, resonating violently inside
their soft-shelled socket, your
tripwire tongue severing a moan
buried in her cartilage'd throat, waiting
to explode as a Bouncing Betty
above the surface. Prostitution, makeshift
war-wife,...
. . .once [ the war ] enters you,
it never leaves—but merely echoes. . .*
The war is never over for a soldier.**
Vietnam, 1957
Your eyes, still echoing wide with boy
at 17, resonating violently inside
their soft-shelled socket, your
tripwire tongue severing a moan
buried in her cartilage'd throat, waiting
to explode as a Bouncing Betty
above the surface. Prostitution, makeshift
war-wife,...
#birth
#war
#OceanVuong
687 reads
40 Comments
The Sacred Placenta II
I thought I would revisit this sacred topic and how the placenta is interviewed as being a consecrated connection between mother and child and the usage once it is expelled during the afterbirth.
What Exactly Is The Placenta In Detail
The placenta is a vital organ that connects the developing fetus to the mother’s uterine wall. It supplies oxygen and nutrients to the fetus and removes waste products from the fetus’s blood.
I would say, depending on a person’s customs and their culture’s most sacred beliefs, a woman’s placenta may hold cherished...
What Exactly Is The Placenta In Detail
The placenta is a vital organ that connects the developing fetus to the mother’s uterine wall. It supplies oxygen and nutrients to the fetus and removes waste products from the fetus’s blood.
I would say, depending on a person’s customs and their culture’s most sacred beliefs, a woman’s placenta may hold cherished...
#birth
#women
#feminism
#love
#culture
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8 Comments
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
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13 Comments
Hymn to the Mother
This one is for women.
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
Childless women.
The ones who have been
asked with that curious eye
“So why don’t you have kids?”
as you turn to say “actually
it’s got fuck all to do with you,
Sandra”
and it hasn’t.
Not a thing.
Because I think of my womb
as priceless—
so priceless, my child
could not afford to stay
and so
I cut out the shape of my Evey
as though she is a paper-doll
and motherhood is the scissors
I curl
her hair as if it is bright ...
#birth
#women
#motherhood #pagan
#motherhood #pagan
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2 Comments
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
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2 Comments
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