Poems about Pregnancy
#pregnancy
Poems about pregnancy, here you'll find poems about the good and bad side of being pregnant. Poetry covering all aspects of pregnancy, including the struggles, joy and heartbreak of the journey to create human life.
Emily
She came to me at night,
during that heady existence
between consciousness and sleep.
For years, I knew she was real,
contrary to what they told me,
for I know what I saw.
I asked You to take care of her,
to give her a name
and to show me a sign.
When it came,
Your peace descended
and brought more joy than sadness.
In that intoxicating moment
where muscles lay paralysed but
senses were heightened,
You whispered her name:
Emily.
Emily, you were too good for this world.
during that heady existence
between consciousness and sleep.
For years, I knew she was real,
contrary to what they told me,
for I know what I saw.
I asked You to take care of her,
to give her a name
and to show me a sign.
When it came,
Your peace descended
and brought more joy than sadness.
In that intoxicating moment
where muscles lay paralysed but
senses were heightened,
You whispered her name:
Emily.
Emily, you were too good for this world.
#death
#pregnancy
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Baby Jack
#mother
#birth
#death
#son
#pregnancy
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OUR RAMPANCY
Our rampancy
within the bed
brought pregnancy
and pained childbed.....
After getting
over the pain,
I'd want to do
it all again.....
Producing a
companion
so child won't be
an Only One.
within the bed
brought pregnancy
and pained childbed.....
After getting
over the pain,
I'd want to do
it all again.....
Producing a
companion
so child won't be
an Only One.
#sex
#rhyming
#pregnancy
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Good Times
Some of my proudest moments
were during photo times with your dad
while we were expecting you.
He was giddy with excitement and
after taking a few pictures,
he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
His favorite thing to do was kiss
my tummy and talk to you.
Then he’d make love to me and
tell me to be quiet so we
“don’t wake the baby.”
Those were good times.
were during photo times with your dad
while we were expecting you.
He was giddy with excitement and
after taking a few pictures,
he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
His favorite thing to do was kiss
my tummy and talk to you.
Then he’d make love to me and
tell me to be quiet so we
“don’t wake the baby.”
Those were good times.
#parent
#sex
#pregnancy
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Cheyenne
Hope sees me,
sees us, traveling around,
holding on to the tippy top of our toes
The less you hear the more you’ll imagine,
the more you’ll remember the most
Hope coming into you
Hope hanging along even though
You’re not coherent of her song
Hope is whatever I want you to be
So surrender
My mind
It’s strange, but I’ll smile anyways.
sees us, traveling around,
holding on to the tippy top of our toes
The less you hear the more you’ll imagine,
the more you’ll remember the most
Hope coming into you
Hope hanging along even though
You’re not coherent of her song
Hope is whatever I want you to be
So surrender
My mind
It’s strange, but I’ll smile anyways.
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeCycle #pregnancy
#LifeCycle #pregnancy
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the mystery of man
The mystery of man
This is the third day after new year and the day
equally dark and miserable as they were before
the new has number changed.
On the Eve of festivity, drunk people thronged
narrow streets hoarse voices and screams
upsetting dogs and cats.
oddly, we celebrate the new year with
warlike gestures like fireworks.
Most of my friends are dead, yes, we too danced
the golden calf, not knowing what life was about
I still don’t know.
On the third sober day, the same old shit bombs
killing people, as arms dealers drink...
This is the third day after new year and the day
equally dark and miserable as they were before
the new has number changed.
On the Eve of festivity, drunk people thronged
narrow streets hoarse voices and screams
upsetting dogs and cats.
oddly, we celebrate the new year with
warlike gestures like fireworks.
Most of my friends are dead, yes, we too danced
the golden calf, not knowing what life was about
I still don’t know.
On the third sober day, the same old shit bombs
killing people, as arms dealers drink...
#marriage
#death
#birthday
#anniversary
#pregnancy
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Milk for Free
#sex
#betrayal
#pregnancy
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HER TITS AND MOUND
Her tits and mound
framed his head round
as he kissed on
her tum button.
He sipped the wine
that by design
she'd poured within
its naked skin.
Eight months from hump,
tum would be bump,
impregnated
when thirst sated.
framed his head round
as he kissed on
her tum button.
He sipped the wine
that by design
she'd poured within
its naked skin.
Eight months from hump,
tum would be bump,
impregnated
when thirst sated.
#erotic
#rhyming
#sensual #pregnancy
#sensual #pregnancy
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Rose Gold Love
You've got that shine
A star's flame
Waited for you for
Such a long time
Feeling for you
Inside my mind's sky
Now you're finally mine
Sent by the Alchemist from up above
Feeling like Rose Gold cause I'm in love
This metal fits me like a glove
Feeling like Rose Gold cause I'm in love
It's no longer just
You and me
Inside I got
Another heartbeat
Left me stretch mark scars
Shaped just like hearts
Permanent reminder
We'll never be apart
Sent...
A star's flame
Waited for you for
Such a long time
Feeling for you
Inside my mind's sky
Now you're finally mine
Sent by the Alchemist from up above
Feeling like Rose Gold cause I'm in love
This metal fits me like a glove
Feeling like Rose Gold cause I'm in love
It's no longer just
You and me
Inside I got
Another heartbeat
Left me stretch mark scars
Shaped just like hearts
Permanent reminder
We'll never be apart
Sent...
#love
#family
#lover #pregnancy
#lover #pregnancy
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silk road
In Kashagan
The silk road begins
I bought
An apricot
From a woman
wearing
A red shawl
Over her black hair.
A yellow dress
She was stunning.
Kashagan
Has the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is puny
And far away.
A new silk road
Is being
Constructed
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade.
that is ok
as long
as they sell apricots
The silk road begins
I bought
An apricot
From a woman
wearing
A red shawl
Over her black hair.
A yellow dress
She was stunning.
Kashagan
Has the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is puny
And far away.
A new silk road
Is being
Constructed
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade.
that is ok
as long
as they sell apricots
#marriage
#death
#birthday
#anniversary
#pregnancy
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happy ending?
A happy ending?
A camel and a dog
Tired of performing
Every night
At a circus.
Escaped.
The camel walked
On top of it
Sat the dog
guiding the camel.
They found the valley
Seen on a map
In the window
Of a book shop.
They lived happily
Till the died.
The dog´s tongue
Stung by a bee
Could not swallow.
The camel died too
When the water
In the lake
Got brackish.
A camel and a dog
Tired of performing
Every night
At a circus.
Escaped.
The camel walked
On top of it
Sat the dog
guiding the camel.
They found the valley
Seen on a map
In the window
Of a book shop.
They lived happily
Till the died.
The dog´s tongue
Stung by a bee
Could not swallow.
The camel died too
When the water
In the lake
Got brackish.
#birth
#marriage
#birthday #pregnancy
#birthday #pregnancy
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farming words
Agricultural words
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
#marriage
#aging
#nostalgia #pregnancy
#nostalgia #pregnancy
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