Poems About Pregnancy Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
349 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
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2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 5:50am
3rd Dec 2024 5:50am
SHE SAID YES (2)
She said "Yes!" Permission granted:
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.
#erotic
#pregnancy
#seductive #temptation
#seductive #temptation
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2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 5:50am
3rd Dec 2024 5:50am
SHE SAID YES (2)
She said "Yes!" Permission granted:
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.
#erotic
#pregnancy
#seductive #temptation
#seductive #temptation
183 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 5:50am
3rd Dec 2024 5:50am
SHE SAID YES (2)
She said "Yes!" Permission granted:
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.
#erotic
#pregnancy
#seductive #temptation
#seductive #temptation
183 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Pregnancy Published by Members Recently Online
