Best Infertility Poems

Years delivered my mind, from the shadows left behind,
Darkest calamity, sucking me into the tragedy,
Feeling less like the dream I chased, like the darkness of disgrace.

Soundless images roar through my soul, creating fear, so out of control, while my heart beats, rhythmic, like the colors of woe, lifeless stillness, in the empty room where I...

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STANDING ALL ALONE
THINKING NON BUT ALL
NATURE AND DESTINY AT
ITS BEST
AT WAR BUT WHO WINS
GRIEVE NOT WOMAN
GRIEVE NOT
FOR IS THERE A REASON TO
NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE
IN THIS LAND
WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED
PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR
MANY YEARS
YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER 
BORE
STOP DREAMING THEN
STOP DREAMING
LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR
WITH MILK
YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD
HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE
SEEDLINGS...

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Infertility 

If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie,
If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach
and right then and there just want to collapse and die,
I would say it was a lie.

I hate you,
You remind...

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Infertility

Crayons on the wall, muddy feet on the floor; things that I would surely adore.
Hugs when you cried, tears that I’d wipe, loving how much that we are alike.
My beautiful princess or perhaps my young man; only my dream can understand.
I dream and I dream, but my wishes never come true; you don’t know me...

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Blood – rich whispers of crimson,
Like flames melting the feelings
beliefs alive, grief that spelled
Out the word – I n f e r t i l e
Infertility wrenched beauty from my life,
Erasing the stars from the night,
Darkening my heart – but I survived

Yes, I remember
I was young one day, 
Yearning, aching – praying
Begging for one smile...

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Infertility
Is it a communicable disease?
Is it a blemish to the family?
Is it a detestable status?
Is it an inferior sort?
Is it a shameful disability?
Is it an imperfect position?
Is it a non-human prototype?
Is it a punishable crime?
Is it a reason to be isolated?
Is it a divine curse?
Is it an unholy living?
Is it an immoral sin?
Is it an...

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I remember those moments
So far from me now, the past echoes
Defeated by the silence of my womb,
The deafening silence breaking through
Peaceful moments, gentle breathes,
Serenity, sincerity, soothing… 
The longed for caress – softly stilling
Cries from the remembered yearnings,
The little ones who I never birthed,
The beautiful I never touched

I remember those moments,
Shedding the darkest promptings,
The past invading...

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"She is brave and strong and broken all at once." — Anna Funder


When spoken, it might seem innocent
Like any word – just a word
Afterall it doesn’t have hands to maim
It doesn’t have feet to trample the faith
Even though it rests on the tongue
In such a way that it freezes the soul
It is just a word...

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Every month, ovulating
Yearning, breathing in and out
In and out, breathing – inhaling
Exhaling, panting, gasping
Yearning, begging, pleading
Please, God, please!

Every month, echoing
The past months, the years
The tears adding up, rivers
Of yearning, hopes shattered
Moons coming and going, 
Hearts breaking, interrupting
The prayers for a small cry,

Every month, praying, praying
Imploring God for a child
Little eyes, small fingers, toes
To count and...

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Why?

No one can explain
Why there is so much pain
Why will it not work
When will it ever come

Needle after needle
Month after month
It’s all the same
Just more pain

Feelings are indescribable
Loss, rage, sad, despicable
That’s how my body feels
Rejected by the most basic deals

Waited for the perfect moment
To start this life
I was so ready and it was right
Been three...

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YÉMIÍTÀN

If you would stay do stay
Please tease me no longer
My body, no more can bear
But my heart, yet still craves
My womb you make hollow
My hopes many times dashed
How can you be so heartless
With visits that never last

Yémiítàn, my precious child
This foolery is so much pain
Desist your antics my child
A mother can no longer bear
You prey...

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Though my heart was broken because I never knew you, my unborn, unknown, unfamiliar thought, the one that was much more than an inkling, yet never as familiar as the whisper of a hope. Though I longed for you in this life and never would feel your hand in my own, I would be blessed...

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Be kinder to the tree, they say 
Don’t poke or prod or cut at it 
Don’t try to break its branches 
Don’t run up to attack it 

Be kinder to the fish, they say 
Be gentle with the guppies 
If caught just let it swim away 
Don’t try and fish for copies 

Be kinder to...

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