Poems About Pregnancy Published by Members Recently Online
#pregnancy
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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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
386 reads
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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
386 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
386 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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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
I'm not an incubator
My bones melt into the bed sheets
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
#depression
#loneliness
#children #pregnancy
#children #pregnancy
862 reads
11 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
I'm not an incubator
My bones melt into the bed sheets
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
#depression
#loneliness
#children #pregnancy
#children #pregnancy
862 reads
11 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
I'm not an incubator
My bones melt into the bed sheets
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
#depression
#loneliness
#children #pregnancy
#children #pregnancy
862 reads
11 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
20th Oct 2019 2:47am
I'm not an incubator
My bones melt into the bed sheets
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
I can’t move without screaming on the inside
Today is a bad day
I feel you moving against the home
I’ve built around you
sometimes I smile
sometimes I can’t sleep with the pain
of your tiny limbs pressing into my walls
with a stubbornness I can’t coerce
into something more sleep worthy
My body is not kind to me on days like these
and I wonder if I am too old for this
Dishes piled high by the sink
we live on salads and...
#depression
#loneliness
#children #pregnancy
#children #pregnancy
862 reads
11 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 6:13pm
19th Apr 2022 6:13pm
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
348 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 6:13pm
19th Apr 2022 6:13pm
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
348 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 6:13pm
19th Apr 2022 6:13pm
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
348 reads
2 Comments
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