Best Birthing Poems

Writing my first Sonnet was like a pregnancy.
I knew I wanted to give birth to one 
and took on the parental responsibility
knowing it wouldn't... or shouldn't take nine months.
There'd been no morning sickness nausea
but there were times when I wanted to change my mind.

"Too bad,...

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"Birthing the Vortex"



the complexities of a myth
borne from the birth 
of amorphous seat 
in dark matter brain

storming dimensions never seen
merely guessed, intuitive, unblessed
visage of a lost majesty
she’s returning to true self 

all wrapped up in the 5th
gossamer hidden 
in the strong arms 
of a dream

satin...

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Birthing Loving Merciful Trees


Seeking any mercy, found greater peace
every step gifted so very much more 
Quest gave my lonely life another lease
ever a pleasure never a sad chore 

Every dawn brought another super gift
happy nights, flying in with joyous ease
Birds in flight forever , ever...

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 Paper whites peek through brown terrain;
the newborns of spring.
Between day lilies tiny weeds sneak by and in another bed,
young tulips return from their slumber 
to greet waking irises.

Fruit trees will soon stretch their 
bud-heads to brother Sun.
Roses freshen the air with their delicate perfume...

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writers labour pains
crimson from the quill stains...
my poem remains...

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We put the urn aboard ship
Roots teeming from lavish fields
Yellow bells and peonies birthing soon
As the moon softens its limbs 
Brightening  the way our vessel rides
Through blissful miles  of  springtime day.



For Contest   Complete The Lines  of nette onclaud
Jul 25,...

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'Twas the night before Christmas of sheer delight
As hospital nurses beamed with joyful zest
To cheer mothers in their delivery quest
Assisting them to labor devoid of fright.

Pretty nurse kept singing “Silent Night” midst bliss
Hoping festive serenity to prevail
Against screams of first time moms who did wail
Then...

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My friend said, “Happy Birthing Day!”
I couldn’t help but grin
Because this marks the date in which
My son’s life did begin.

Some memories leap out at me – 
I know just what I wore
And the way I woke my brother
As we headed out the door.

He had come...

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There once was a birthing person from Perth
He/She/It battled quite a hefty girth
  Couldn't sit, so she squatted
  Reputation mud-spotted
But oh man, could she push when she gave birth...

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Drop by drop tears fall from my eyes.
Grain by grain sand falls through the glass of time.

What is normal for me may seem far fetched to you
But soon are coming The Days of Doom!

All anger and rage surfacing like a volcano as it gets ready...

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When Shall I Be the World's 
Star........
Thousand eyes would behold me, 
I shall shine to lead and guide 
the flowage.........When?....Each 
moment is ages to me......
Is my incandescence not full 
yet? Or I'm so tiny among the 
others? 
But where my comrades 
vanished in this dark...

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A new Path to forge and make
a new Suit of Skin to don
new Task's, in hand to take
a new School of Thought to belong
new Trials and Tribulations to test the way
new Effort's that are held in sway.

The Old now is Done
time of Life, for Another...

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Beautifully wiggling
Baby girl of my life,
Birth from heaven above
Bubbly as mother, I
Believe in angels while
Bright smiles make me quiver,
Bundle of pink,  you're mine.


Pleiades--B Contest
Kim Merryman---Aug 17, 2016...

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to place,
Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless
In an utter joy...

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Night…to Morning
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Very often, 
my night hours
Keep awake,
Keep their occurrence
Until morning’s rise,
Keep their words 
Under darkness…and
Their poems wait,
Disregarding
Inspiration from
The luminant moon
In favor of the sun’s 
    birthing day.
I keep my sleep’s 
    dreams abloom 
In the acres of 
 ...

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