Best Fertility Poems

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And...

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The fattest land mass within the borders of Europe
is also a mother with an extremely fertile womb
to once go third in the global grain export.
Sitting on a ground blessed with hidden treasures,
it has unfortunately been blown by the nuclear disaster of Chernobyl.

Its architecture, literature and...

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From Darwin, and other naturalists,
we learned survival of the fittest
as polymorphically equivalent
to thrival of the fit-in-ingest.

Hmmm,...fittest mutual cooperators
...or maybe peer-to-peer 
nation-to-nation
straight-to-*****
positive-to-positive
equals reverse correlative negative-to-negative 
communisystemic therapy.

Yikes!

At least inter-reconnecting naturalists 
speak evolution of biosystemic species
as an EarthTribe emergence
toward polyglot not
nontheistic density
of healthy creolizing balance
among networking interdependent...

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It was dusk and eerie, rain dripped from 
Leaves that rustled in the trees 
Of the nearby woods, each shadow cast
A reminder that danger lurked about!
A shrill scream cut through the darkness,
Bringing with it fear and dread, 
A certain warning, that murder was the mood!

A...

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I danced to the tune of horn-blowers
At the edge of the twilight jungle
And my lover jiggled her waist
Bead-laden, to the shy-faced moon
Peering, cowering thro’ the green foliage

As the drums sang tum tum
My heart echoed tum tum
And the bare breasts of Wanjiru
Up and down tum tum

The...

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Fertility, excess,
I know in me the whole seed process of everything
enlightening the sun to new distances.

  and I am famished for attention.
  and the conditions are still not right.
  still you blame me for

my lack of demand - "Go Make The Conditions"...

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Spring's Fertility


blue jays hop off branch
borne worm caught from sprouting grass
mountain dresses' up

connie pachecho

1/11/17...

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circle of fertility hidden deep in the valley
Come, women who want to conceive
feel the nurturers, Gaia and sun break
bring your waiting wombs...

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You’re wasting all my fertility years
She said
With genuine anger.
Dave said
Nothing.
He sloped away and put a single slice of rye bread in the toaster
Popped a hard-boiled egg in his mouth
And thought about his robust spermatozoa....

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This pain is not my fault 
I was just unlucky
It brings my life to holt
Each stabbing pain, twisting ache
Strikes as hard as a lightening bolt
This cramping is so hard to shake 
Endometriosis is its name
We're not playing this is no game
It takes away so many...

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Sense altering fertility:
                   a stoic female falters

Seven consecutive avid hours in each four weeks 
I mull over mitigating my chosen ongoing celibacy 
Primitive drive permeates realms where...

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I find a great deal to learn
from Republican 
Supremacist
Nationalistic
Nihilistic Evangelical Rapture
about how to lose eco-political sanity
and lose ecological health.

It feels important to remember
and respect
basic nutritional dumping facts
of public health through reinvestment
and global climate pathology through extraction
apartheid
blame and shame

Some movements smell,
but this does not remove them
from...

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Productive habitat overrides destruction 
Rousing happens atop ground otherwise reluctant
Entities touching, same faith entertained
Grass burst brave weaves together cracked terrain 

Gaia time turns pages, plot twists threaten pattern 
Arrested in laughter at last season's barren
Nudging sprouts mouth new determined language
Terra pushes Spring, customarily established



 ...

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Men bearing nakedness and strips of thong
running through and whipping the female throng
	Blood red and milk white,
	colors of delight.
A tradition for years that remained strong.

Young women wrote names with aim to belong. 
Man drawing their name is their hopeful song.
	Placed strip in an urn
	for a...

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forever fallow
	nature returns the favor ~
		rich fertility...

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