Best Fetus Poems
When Aaron was
in mommy’s tummy
I was tiny, warm, happy and content
I felt the surprise at the news
and from day one felt loved
I heard Mommy’s singing
and daddy's voice
reactions to announcements
calling out different baby names
For the longest time I practiced
smiling
laughing
giggling
moving my arms and legs
sucking my thumb
doing somersaults
recognizing mommy's and daddy's voices
And I grew bigger and bigger
I dreamt about
playing with kittens
petting puppies
playing with goldfish and turtles
chasing butterflies
reaching out to the moon
playing with little friends
having bubblebaths
wearing silly clothes
playing with toys
falling asleep to lullabies
and bedtime stories
playdates at the park
learning to walk
learning to talk
learning my numbers and ABC's
climbing trees
flying my first kite
riding my first bike
touching and smelling flowers
my first Easter egg hunt
my first Christmas morning
I felt so much anticipation and love for my arrival
as mommy rocked me on the big chair by my crib
And then early one morning,
It was March 26, 2017
time to welcome little
Aaron Arthur Joseph Wicks
to the world
AP: 2nd place 2020
WHEN I WAS A FETUS
When I was just a fetus
all bundled up in the uterus,
my first thought back then
was how will I get out and
when will this all end.
I searched for some kind of exit
but I really couldn't see.
So I just floated around and
wondered what would happen to me.
It really was so nice in there
that I should have no fear.
My mommy dear had wrapped me tight
so why should I even give it a fight?
She'll let me out somehow
in 3 months less than a year.
But now there are some folks who say,
without much thought
but lots of hearsay.
That immediately upon conception,
(and to them it is for certain)
the fertilized egg is really a person.
Well, I have a different analysis
that could be just as audacious.
For when I was just a fetus
I had a nice warm, pleasant home.
And had no real need to roam.
Furthermore, I could not poop,
I could not pee.
What kind of person could I really be?
I did know that I would bring
some joy,
But I didn't even know if I were a girl
or a boy.
I didn't have to think or talk
and certainly had no need
to walk.
I thought it was erroneous
and even a bit blasphemous
to think I was a person.
For when I was just a fetus
as far as I could see
I needed more gestation
and better explanation
to be what I should be
and a person wasn't me.
I just kept feeding through my cord
while a real person would
get quite bored.
And the fluid all around me
gave me such security
I didn't want to leave until my Mom
would set me free.
Now for those who are in doubt
to them I will just say
a true fetus may really want to stay.
Which brings into question
why would a real person
want to have it any other way?
They should leave the poor fetus alone
all safe and secure in its home.
Soon enough it will leave its safe haven
and enter the world nice and warm.
And, finally be a real person after it is born.
FETUS
She wasn't swayed from how she set her mind,
but in a way, her heart was of a kind
that loved sweet life when life was understood,
but when it failed, she gave up all she could,
and what was left was nothing left to find.
Her emptiness gave meaning to alone,
as life slipped out from all it's ever known
to be disposed of by a rubber glove;
the beating heart that's never proned to love,
into the trash, where it can die alone.
When all is done, she'll show it in her eyes,
of mother-hood that she can't realize,
and in the dark, her crying bloody tears
will eat away at what she is', for years,
and what she is--is death that never dies.
There's something still inside of her,
she feels it every day
and every night she cries for it
but it won't go away.
FETUS
She wasn't swayed from how she set her mind,
but in a way, her heart was of a kind
that loved sweet life when life was understood,
but when it failed, she gave up all she could,
and what was left was nothing left to find.
Her emptiness gave meaning to alone,
as life slipped out from all it's ever known
to be disposed of by a rubber glove;
the beating heart that's never proned to love,
into the trash, where it can die alone.
When all is done, she'll show it in her eyes,
of mother-hood that she can't realize,
and in the dark, her crying bloody tears
will eat away at what she is, for years,
and what she is--is death that never dies.
There's something still inside of her,
she feels it every day
and every night she cries for it
but it won't go away.
© vee bdosa
Conceived
Not always of love
I am a mass of sells
My name fetus
My domain a womb
My reason for being uncertain
Yet swollen feet cravings and spitting a belly
Swelling morning sickness creating
Embarrassing episodes and milk escaping the
Confines of swollen breast tells the story of my
Presence my devolvement though exciting and
Fulfilling takes its toll on the body that sustains
My survival
As I strive to grasp life waves of sound interrupt
My privacy and illustrate my nakedness
And I question
Should I forsake my effort or would fate deny me
Entry to a world my perception deems imbued in
The follies of man
In my restlessness I stretch and kick
A phenomenon that excites my bearer
Perpetuating an anxious happiness
That lingers throughout my existence
In the likeness of man my body the image of my
Creator my soul
I enter this world
And with a cry I pronounce my arrival
The pain of my nativity forgotten
The joy of my birth takes its place in the heart
Of my Mother
Earl S. Jackson
Feb 1982
Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
I wont entertain these stillborn
Ideas with a bandanna and a cross
I wont bargain for insurance
While fake servants roam the floor
There's no love on my tongue
For pasty, plastic American dripping dreams
The thief of the garage
Stole my conscience
A fetus is a person, a life yet to be born,
A precious soul waiting for its turn,
To enter this world and take its place,
In the loving arms of its family and grace.
It grows and develops within the womb,
Protected and nurtured, it starts to bloom,
From a single cell to a tiny being,
A miracle of life, forever freeing.
Its heart beats strong, its tiny limbs move,
As it prepares for life, its journey to groove,
A precious gift, a bundle of joy,
A new life to love, to cherish and enjoy.
Some may say it's just a clump of cells,
But to the parents, it's much more than that,
A dream come true, a new chapter in life,
A chance to grow, to love, and to thrive.
To deny the fetus its right to live,
Is to deny its future, its potential to give,
To the world, to its family, to everyone around,
A life worth living, a gift so profound.
A fetus is a person, a life yet to be born,
A precious soul waiting for its turn,
To enter this world and make its mark,
A new beginning, a journey to embark.
…LIKE AN ABORTED FETUS
We had something so strong that she loosened herself,
And so many oaths binding us like a twine,
I said “You’re more valuable than gold”
She believed my words like the Marxist dogma,
At once epigrammatic and arresting.
It stood like a sacred and indissoluble covenant,
But she watched me walk away during a rainy season,
Because she made me her private lover,
Then she squeezed hopefully her diamond pendant and prayed,
Yet the truth never came back, I was gone forever.
The fears and pains in her eyes,
The soul full of sorrow and agony,
Tears constantly cried and hope lost,
Resulting from betrayals and stabbed wounds,
All killed a limpidity, peaceful and lucidity of her life.
Today, the traces of the sunshine was erased,
She got broken and dampened to nonentity,
With a burning sense of ignominy and horror,
Alas, I was totally wrong,
Leaving her heart to bleed like an aborted fetus.
Dead Fetus Returns
At age twelve, I love this girl
But I am too young to be a part of her world
Then at age twenty-four, I again meet her
After moving from one place to another
So the fire of love , within my heart begins to sour
I fall in-love as a lion with high energy and a mighty roar
Now this young lady is five months pregnant and meek and mild
Then there is about to be paternity questions about the child.
About to be a father, my hopes are dashed
As this young lady, tries to terminate the pregnancy, my heart is smashed
Then, finally to the hospital, I appear
She is on a table, in a room, as I wait out there
Just two weeks later and in the middle of the night
Dead baby pays a visit, as I suffer for his plight
I am fast asleep, then slowly turn to see
Suspended at the foot of the bed, in a fetal position, eyes closed, he looks at me
With eyes totally shut, baby cries out in agony and sorrow
As I pray for the day, this child will see a brighter tomorrow
That abortion could take such a beautiful little angelic soul
Before it reaches full maturity , and his heaven is unfold
Fully awake, I am crying with much regret, for the child that is lost
For I failed to fight harder for his life, and now suffer the psychological cost
Before in his mother's womb, so comfortable and full of expectation
Then is made to suffer a terrible fate; pain, screaming and agonizing destruction.
William Morrissey 7/30/07
Fetus kicked womb
woman cried, “husband, come see!”
angry fetus hid
every feeling, every thought
cursing through these veins
cut off by the blood clot
i don't miss these growing pains
you taught me to love
you taught me to hate
when push came to shove
i could always relate
every feeling every thought
i was your fetus
i was your blood clot
and now look at us
full of self pity, self doubt
i hate you, I HATE YOU
for everything i'm about
what is it? i didn't do?
the feeling the thought
one year away
from doing everything i wasn't taught
what is it? i didn't say? a part of me is always you, it's always 'us'
its's every feeling, it's every thought
find another fetus
find another blood clot
Father,
Let me live, let me see
All that I can see
Let me be, all that I can be
Let my feet take me on adventures
Far out unto the sea
Into the world send my soul
So that I can grow and be the very best of me
Give me skills so I can survive
And learn how to enjoy the rest of my life
Give me a plan
So that I can become a righteous young man.
A fetus is a person,
A life within the womb,
A tiny, growing human,
A blessing yet to bloom.
Though small and barely formed,
It has a beating heart,
A soul that's pure and warm,
A precious work of art.
With tiny fingers curled,
And little toes to wiggle,
It's a wonder in this world,
A miracle and a giggle.
It's a life that's in transition,
A journey just begun,
A precious little mission,
A race that must be run.
The fetus is a person,
A being yet to thrive,
A soul that's just emerging,
A being that's alive.
It's not a clump of cells,
Or just a piece of flesh,
It's a person, can't you tell?
A life that must be blessed.
The fetus is a person,
A gift that's from above,
A being that's soon to blossom,
A symbol of pure love.
It's a life that's worth protecting,
A soul that must be cherished,
It's a future that's worth investing,
A promise that's not to be perished.
So let's give the fetus a chance,
To live and to be born,
Let's embrace this tiny dance,
And celebrate a life that's sworn.
For a fetus is a person,
A human being to be,
A life that's just beginning,
A person, you and me.
Dearest Father,
Some are still drinking the milk, sorry for bothering you with this letter and prose.
You see into the future, but still made a baby in a womb of a lady being left behind?
Now why would you do such a thing? tsk tsk...I mean you are only the God of the
earth and nothing you do should be questioned? The bible says you take your own
revenge..
Ahh
You saw the abortion happening anyway, but put it in the womb just the same?
Ahh
Yes I see this prophetically and through holy spirit, a revenge tactic on the one to
remain?
Ah
Well not many will understand your revenge tactics and question the most Holiest of
beings as to why you would do such a thing...
Me on the other hand understand all your methods God because I am not drinking
milk.
Love Me...your forever Mystic and Great supporter!
I loved you so much
And I wanted you to stay
But I just wasn’t brave enough
To wait to see your face
I let fear get a hold of me
I took the coward way
I knew deep down that it was wrong
But I didn’t turn away
I lay down on the table
I opened up my legs
He pushed his hands inside me
I couldn’t hide my tears
He asked, ‘do you want me to stop?’
I slowly shook my head
I heard the vacuum come on
Seconds later you were dead
The blood pooled all around me
A reminder of my sin
My precious baby was now gone
I’d never see you again.
I’m sorry, please forgive me
Is all that I can say
I feel so very guilty
I took your life away.
I know you’re up in heaven
With Jesus close to you
Please ask Him to forgive me
I really did love you