Poems About Pregnancy Seeking Honest Critique
#pregnancy
Gravestone Baby
I’m a gravestone baby
My parents named me
On a cold fresh day wind is dancing leaves about their feet
Deep in talk not noticing where they are
As the past surrounds them
In the silhouette there is a rise in the belly
Names go about how about Simon or Julius
Or Edna or Barbara Jean something in between
They walk past some sandstone with a name
Carved into the days that passed
I’m a gravestone baby
That’s the name my mama gave me
Has no connection to any of us
But...
My parents named me
On a cold fresh day wind is dancing leaves about their feet
Deep in talk not noticing where they are
As the past surrounds them
In the silhouette there is a rise in the belly
Names go about how about Simon or Julius
Or Edna or Barbara Jean something in between
They walk past some sandstone with a name
Carved into the days that passed
I’m a gravestone baby
That’s the name my mama gave me
Has no connection to any of us
But...
#birth
#death
#motherhood #pregnancy
#motherhood #pregnancy
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Burden Lifted
Journal Entry: October 1, 2024
My good friend drove me from Dallas to Albuquerque, NM, for a medical procedure that lifted a burden from my life. It went well and I was released two hours after the procedure. We stayed at a hotel for two nights, resting in the quiet comfort of our friendship.
While I was away, my daughter Ava was with her father, David, whose steady presence and new wife, who is kind and respectful, maintain balance in our lives.
I recall writing about my friend's wedding, a joyous time now shadowed by a betrayal and divorce that followed a year...
My good friend drove me from Dallas to Albuquerque, NM, for a medical procedure that lifted a burden from my life. It went well and I was released two hours after the procedure. We stayed at a hotel for two nights, resting in the quiet comfort of our friendship.
While I was away, my daughter Ava was with her father, David, whose steady presence and new wife, who is kind and respectful, maintain balance in our lives.
I recall writing about my friend's wedding, a joyous time now shadowed by a betrayal and divorce that followed a year...
#LifeStruggles
#pregnancy
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Psalm of Letting Go
Universe unending, hear the plea of one who ends,
Let your continuing presence cover me.
As rivers flow to the sea, they carry my tears,
For within me stirs a life I cannot claim,
A spark I must extinguish, though my heart aches with sorrow.
Naked beneath the moon's glow, I knew love's sweet embrace,
What pleasures we had in toiling the soil and
Planting the seed not wishing for harvest.
But from his seed a tender life began,
Only I remain, alone between the paths of survival and sin.
Does he still remember the grace of my...
Let your continuing presence cover me.
As rivers flow to the sea, they carry my tears,
For within me stirs a life I cannot claim,
A spark I must extinguish, though my heart aches with sorrow.
Naked beneath the moon's glow, I knew love's sweet embrace,
What pleasures we had in toiling the soil and
Planting the seed not wishing for harvest.
But from his seed a tender life began,
Only I remain, alone between the paths of survival and sin.
Does he still remember the grace of my...
#death
#prayer
#pregnancy
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I Can't Do It?
I stared at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief. Just four months after giving birth to my Ava, I can't be expecting again!
I looked back at my calendar to remember. It was Wednesday, July 31st. I'd drawn a heart shape around it in a moment of romantic whimsy. That heart marked the first of three nights of lovemaking in a whirlwind week. The man was long gone. How could I have been so careless? So easy?
Raising a second child on my own? I can't do it. Should I birth the child and put it up for adoption or have an abortion? These are the only choices I can...
I looked back at my calendar to remember. It was Wednesday, July 31st. I'd drawn a heart shape around it in a moment of romantic whimsy. That heart marked the first of three nights of lovemaking in a whirlwind week. The man was long gone. How could I have been so careless? So easy?
Raising a second child on my own? I can't do it. Should I birth the child and put it up for adoption or have an abortion? These are the only choices I can...
#disappointment
#erotic
#pregnancy
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Nice Guy Chronicles IV
Two of my friends and I
Had decided to get together
We would go out later
But in the afternoon
We decided to have a braai (barbeque)
It was near the end of the year
And each of us had to go 'home' soon.
It was like a farewell event
Each of us knew we'd be entering
The bigger world now
As a strange turn of events
On that very day we ran into 3 girls
How this happened is that
two of us went on an alcohol run
Then when we got back,
my one friend was standing with a girl
This was a...
Had decided to get together
We would go out later
But in the afternoon
We decided to have a braai (barbeque)
It was near the end of the year
And each of us had to go 'home' soon.
It was like a farewell event
Each of us knew we'd be entering
The bigger world now
As a strange turn of events
On that very day we ran into 3 girls
How this happened is that
two of us went on an alcohol run
Then when we got back,
my one friend was standing with a girl
This was a...
#bittersweet
#love
#pregnancy #UnrequitedLove
#pregnancy #UnrequitedLove
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The Gospel of Lovemaking
In the movements of their joining, bodies
spoke in tongues only the heavens understood,
and the world fell away, leaving the purity
of their bond as a testament to
the love that crafts all of creation.
Their bodies danced to ancient rhythms
born in the depts of her womb and the
dance was beautiful. Their love was
a sermon of the flesh, a gospel of goodwill
given by pure hearts. For them, fucking
was praying, and living was an act of grace.
When that delicate spark carried by man
found its home inside of her,...
spoke in tongues only the heavens understood,
and the world fell away, leaving the purity
of their bond as a testament to
the love that crafts all of creation.
Their bodies danced to ancient rhythms
born in the depts of her womb and the
dance was beautiful. Their love was
a sermon of the flesh, a gospel of goodwill
given by pure hearts. For them, fucking
was praying, and living was an act of grace.
When that delicate spark carried by man
found its home inside of her,...
#pregnancy
#religion
#sex
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IT WAS HOT THAT NIGHT
#parent
#pregnancy
#sex
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Almost a death sentence
He got her pregnant and left her
She didn't know what to do
She was to scared to get an abortion
She was to scared to have the kid
She jumped off the roof of her apartment building
Yeah she died
When he found out he was troubled
His troubled feelings soon gave way to relief
In a month he had forgotten about it
He was just another swinging single cock walking down the street again
She didn't know what to do
She was to scared to get an abortion
She was to scared to have the kid
She jumped off the roof of her apartment building
Yeah she died
When he found out he was troubled
His troubled feelings soon gave way to relief
In a month he had forgotten about it
He was just another swinging single cock walking down the street again
#boyfriend
#LifeStruggles
#pregnancy
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
#lust
#pregnancy
#rhyming #sex
#rhyming #sex
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Note to Friends and a Poem by Mother
Note to friends and a poem by my mother -
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
I've been advised by my doctors to practice strict bed rest until my baby arrives, which means I won't be writing for a few days. While it's a bit frustrating to slow down, I know it's what's best for my baby and me.
I'm in good hands. A special friend has graciously stepped in to help with my workload, and Joseph, my ever-supportive partner, is by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and cared for every step of the way. And of course, David continues to provide financial support for which I’m grateful.
As I...
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#sacrifice
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My Baby Shower Toast
My baby shower toast:
Here's to the new life growing within me, a blessing that carries on the love of my parents, now gone. Each joy and affection I've known in this world, I owe to the nurturing embrace of my mother.
Though the path may have been unexpected, I'm grateful for David, and for the desires he awakened within me. On that fateful August night, I owned my choices entirely.
To Joseph, my lover, and my strength through this journey to motherhood, I am endlessly thankful. With you, I am my best self. To David, Joseph, and all my dear friends, your...
Here's to the new life growing within me, a blessing that carries on the love of my parents, now gone. Each joy and affection I've known in this world, I owe to the nurturing embrace of my mother.
Though the path may have been unexpected, I'm grateful for David, and for the desires he awakened within me. On that fateful August night, I owned my choices entirely.
To Joseph, my lover, and my strength through this journey to motherhood, I am endlessly thankful. With you, I am my best self. To David, Joseph, and all my dear friends, your...
#friendship
#love
#pregnancy
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Family Drama
The woman was eight months pregnant
She hanged herself with an extension cord
Her twitching legs made it look like she was running in springtime with her hair on fire
I guess she didn't like that her father impregnated her
Who would.
She hanged herself with an extension cord
Her twitching legs made it look like she was running in springtime with her hair on fire
I guess she didn't like that her father impregnated her
Who would.
#death
#father
#pregnancy
#suicide
#satirical
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