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.
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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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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A Child of Autumn
I wander in the heart of October's breath
listening to the mountains sigh
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky
whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips
softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought...
listening to the mountains sigh
as in dreams as in a distant birth
I wander the misty sky
whispers of tune gold leaves flutter
the moon convenes with shadows
I as a wandering whisper of past laughter
walk and ripples the tranquil water
rain as dew from shades of soft rusts
fall down crags with muffled music
tones of blue gossamer waltz in Grace
autumn colours with time that drips
softly as silken linen fall
from up above to the ground
a figure a naiad a thought...
#birth
#dreams
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To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
To The Wild Ends Of Borealis
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
Samantha looks out from the glass bubble of the observation deck at the plains of tundra grass that undulate in the wind. Ripples of youthful grass roll like windblown wheat tassels in the pelagic land sea. She could be a farm wife looking out the kitchen window at the Great Plains in an animated Monet painting. Sam aims her sphere to the blue skies overhead blessed by the gentle flow of colors with blissful vibes of total peace. She sits in serene contemplation of the pageant of nature.
With a flick of...
#birth
#motherhood
#family
#environment
#apocalypse
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Before Silence Broke
warm hush enclosing,
rivers curl in soundless dark,
pulse a distant drum.
veiled in breathless deep,
slow tide cradles coiled spirit,
time sleeps without name.
fingers form in dusk,
soft unspoken murmurs bloom,
language not yet born.
heartbeat’s lullaby,
whispers stitch the quiet sea,
floating in the hush.
then the hush shatters,
light carves through the trembling void,
silence comes undone.
rivers curl in soundless dark,
pulse a distant drum.
veiled in breathless deep,
slow tide cradles coiled spirit,
time sleeps without name.
fingers form in dusk,
soft unspoken murmurs bloom,
language not yet born.
heartbeat’s lullaby,
whispers stitch the quiet sea,
floating in the hush.
then the hush shatters,
light carves through the trembling void,
silence comes undone.
#birth
#LifeChangingMoment
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Hey, Jesus! Happy Birthday, Man!
When I saw three guys
go into the stable, yours
truly peeked inside
and saw that Joe's wife Mary
had given birth to their kid.
go into the stable, yours
truly peeked inside
and saw that Joe's wife Mary
had given birth to their kid.
#birth
#Christmas
#fiction
#dialogue
#tanka
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DU Poetry : Poems About Birth by Top Critiquers