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.
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
437 reads
2 Comments
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
91 reads
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
350 reads
2 Comments
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
677 reads
40 Comments
HOW TO MAKE BABY (PUT IN SIMPLE RHYME)
#birth
#sex
#rhyming #pregnancy
#rhyming #pregnancy
231 reads
1 Comment
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
349 reads
16 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
107 reads
13 Comments
Mercury Webs
Metal legs
Weaving mercury webs
Casted spells
Sculpting eggs
Of francium cells
Transforming earth
A Maman birth
Weaving mercury webs
Casted spells
Sculpting eggs
Of francium cells
Transforming earth
A Maman birth
#dark
#birth
#motherhood
326 reads
17 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...
#love
#birth
#women
#feminism
#culture
287 reads
8 Comments
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
408 reads
4 Comments
In the beginning
Quick light so bright its blinding.
Takes a few days for sight.
Nurtured and loved no worries binding.
Three years old begins the blight.
Can't forget the first they say.
I slipped hit my head on the wall.
She kicked me in my ribs.
Punched me in my jaw.
Grabbed my hair lifting my head.
Slammed it to the floor.
Said if I tell any ill be dead.
Informed me I was the child of a whore.
Woke up next day sore still feel.
Her old family Bible she slams in back my head
She was destroying all my will
Smiled...
Takes a few days for sight.
Nurtured and loved no worries binding.
Three years old begins the blight.
Can't forget the first they say.
I slipped hit my head on the wall.
She kicked me in my ribs.
Punched me in my jaw.
Grabbed my hair lifting my head.
Slammed it to the floor.
Said if I tell any ill be dead.
Informed me I was the child of a whore.
Woke up next day sore still feel.
Her old family Bible she slams in back my head
She was destroying all my will
Smiled...
#birth
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#confusion
#fear
284 reads
3 Comments
WHAT MADE YOU STRONGER
It's funny how sometimes that what we once lived through sometimes, has a way of creeping back into our lives when we least expect it. Due to the misconception that we have become blinded by false accusations. But sometimes that is the real reality of our lives basically, as it is and how it feels of what our life is like through our own eyes. For we didn't chose the life we live and still had to learn to adjust, to situations that affects the very roots of our faith and trust in someone else. Who gave us birth into life's existences as young people's of the world, even though we are born...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
396 reads
4 Comments
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