Best Embryo Poems

**REFLECTION**

Running through a wheat dream
Clear skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by silver streams
I stumbled into a valley where sleepness never dies
A manger on...

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Twenty-twenty on his deathbed lies.
Most saw him with disapproving eyes.
Some prospered as they watched him grow.
But many looked at him
as a son of woe. Though
no...

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Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom 
of  spring to summer  fall to winter  
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at...

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In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh,...

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Introspection 

suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream...

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Writing a poem is like giving birth to a baby.
With the copulation of fancy and thought,
Comes the moment of conception!
 
It swims into you as...

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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne-Bronte...

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**Example for my contest.**

THE CRICKET  


chirp chirp!


Visions of my past why are they following me?

Leave me the h3!! Alone,

Let me be, the earth is...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with...

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Embryo formed.
Fetus became.
A girl baby I am.

My creator I do not know.  Procreation states that ovum and sperm conceives.  My question is how...

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Do others think of you the way I do,
the embryo that grew beneath my heart?

There is so little proof you lived . . .
a metal...

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Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms

Rain – she has a complaint
dislikes being quoted as she (Rain) is...

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Am I not an empty shell?
A crystal egg if you will, as I slowly swell...
In my excrement's of love,
Am I not a fetus freak?
Abandoned by...

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I slipped helplessly from womb
To dresser drawer – a cradle
That opened and shut like a tomb
Held my cries 
Instead of arms
Closed my eyes 
With Red...

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Life giving womb, silent and sacred
mystical, blood red embryo connected
cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.

Enclosed in the confines of limited space
haven from...

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