Best Childbirth Poems

Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone
This was the first time I’d laid eyes on your final resting place
In front of me stood...

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A musical throng of 400,000 strong invaded a dairy farm in New York in 1969,
 which set fire to the 70’s; but there was no...

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Hurrying towards an alley.
Chill air urges no dilly dally.
Breath beneath cape rising.
Inside a woman, in anguish, was writhing.
The husband tried to wipe the beads of...

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~The Fruit of labour~

A frail body rests upon the bed; silver grey hair spread
on soft pillows; the fan turns lazily as her mind
travels slowly through...

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He had watched her for two years
patiently waiting for her to grow up.
He knew all her movements, what
made her laugh, all of her moods.

Soon now...

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The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are...

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Diana, Nature’s Guardian 

Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian 
Fulfilling life’s desire...

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Thank you, God, for all your blessing.

There has never been a day of my life that you have not been with me; 
walking beside me...

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My story is quite simple
My husband and I had been faithfully  
Correctly using birth control for almost 13 years 
We’d forgotten it only once

...

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My Autumn


Spring and summer are mostly for the young,
when ideals and mores are upon us strung.
Now is the Autumn of this woman's life,
a passing through...

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MEMORIES OF MOTHERHOOD

Childbirth isn’t called labour for nothing, it is damned hard work but so worthwhile when the baby is finally placed in your arms....

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the...

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Created by God to give birth,
and to populate mother earth.
Though sin made the process painful,
to the task you have been faithful.

The children you bear may...

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The visceral pains were sharp, stinging and stern!
She swallowed them, in the bloody biting bitterness.
The gory talons of the fat obstetricians hung loose,
Ready to clamour...

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The vicar surveyed her wide girth 
Was scared that in church she’d give birth 
He raised his eyebrows 
Then rushed through their vows ...
He wasn’t...

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