Poems About Pregnancy Published by Members Recently Online
#pregnancy
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
The Result Of Last Year's Fling
Last year, Eugene got
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
#friendship
#fiction
#tanka
#sensual
#pregnancy
163 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
The Result Of Last Year's Fling
Last year, Eugene got
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
#friendship
#fiction
#tanka
#sensual
#pregnancy
163 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
The Result Of Last Year's Fling
Last year, Eugene got
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
#friendship
#fiction
#tanka
#sensual
#pregnancy
163 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
The Result Of Last Year's Fling
Last year, Eugene got
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
#friendship
#fiction
#tanka
#sensual
#pregnancy
163 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
8th Jan 2024 4:41am
The Result Of Last Year's Fling
Last year, Eugene got
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.
#friendship
#fiction
#tanka
#sensual
#pregnancy
163 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
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
289 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
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
289 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
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
289 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
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
289 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
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
289 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 3:42pm
26th Jun 2022 3:42pm
Intelligent Design?
How are bullets and babies the same?
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#evolution
#pregnancy
#vulnerability
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0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 3:42pm
26th Jun 2022 3:42pm
Intelligent Design?
How are bullets and babies the same?
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#evolution
#pregnancy
#vulnerability
358 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Pregnancy Published by Members Recently Online
