Best Miscarriage Poems
the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life
the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and forth
on roseate walls
while obtuse thoughts
peek in and out of mind
like the indigent moon
shrouded by clouds
she suckles on thoughts
as she kisses the infant
the press of hard glass
kissing back through the edges
of her delirium
she tries to mediate
in her sleepless mind
between lifeless beats
faded in egregious moments
that fate pillaged from hope
and the pleas of unanswered prayers
as they fell like rituals
night after night
awakening to cockcrow
her tears bleed
against crimson flesh
as she rocks
hands empty
alone
August 16, 2019
You've felt the love of our mother's womb - sleeping to the lullabies of our father.
Oh big brother, how cruel has fate been to deny me the pleasure of meeting you.
I exist because you didn't, therefore, I promise to live the life you couldn't.
My soul crys out for the love denied and secrets untold,
Awaiting in solitude these chains of loneliness in bondage they hold,
My heart great how it aches in a constant agony,
Regretted yesterdays still haunt Unforgiving blasphemy,
My spirit discontent robbed left restless the cradle now still,
Unpicked babies'breath the antidote that time will heal,
I counted to seven then took a deep breath,
Harshness in numbers realness is death,
Addicted to the numbness with intentions to change,
My plans interrupted and sickness arranged,
On the floor sweating as detox unfolds,
Unaware is the child ill not get to hold,
As the days go on and we drift apart,
Broken an understatement your little heart,
Good intentions have no meaning no acknowledgement this time,
No forgiveness will I receive for this unspoken crime
Guilt is my vail innocents lost in vain,
Im left with no words only my shame,
As though under Quarantine kept locked away,
Hidden in darkness no light from the day,
In this casket lonely but not alone I lie,
unforgotten unfairly and never to cry,
Sweetness taken but also givin in silence,
Lullabies that echo murderous violence,
As though under a spell awaiting a true lovers kiss,
In Catatonic stillness my unborn they wont even miss,
This pain that I feel has me immobilized and wanting to leave,
Entangled beloved in this web woven each beat does it weave,
Warmth takes over crimson lips of a lover,
Gone away forever sins beneath the cover,
Winter ends and the the snow surly will melt,
Just as days alone must fade and love again be felt,
Left alone abandoned by love and by life,
Empty my womb now no need to wife,
No more tears i decided unknowing though know,
In our perfect time will be joined together in soul,
My son I named you an hour before eight,
Forgive me for loving you moments to late,
It would have been appropriate to tell
The good news to a peacock
But I told the turkey instead
"I am getting a little brother"
The turtle doves seemed glad for me
Cooing like turtles I thought at the time
The cat seemed disinterested
Purring solitary in the windowsill
The dog suddenly looked at me
Pushing the ball to my feet
“Jumping steroids,” I thought, looking at the Jack
My friend came over and I told him
"Mother is bringing home our baby”
Belinda now present seemed glad for me
She brought a blanket for him
"I needled it with my own hands," she bragged
Cooing like the doves I knew she was a sweet girl
Turtle face and wise my friend warned me
"She is out to get you, she only wants to get cute with you
Little babies you see?”
"Jealously makes you ugly," I screamed at him
And chased him out of the yard
That afternoon mother returned home without a baby
She cried like a peacock and I inquired back like a turkey
The doves got so distraught by the news
That they pushed their harvest of life out of the nest
The cat smiled and the dog fell asleep on the carpet
My friend wanted to collect me
Shooting birds but I said, "not now buddy"
Belinda looked at me and she was so cute with an idea I entertained
"Let us make a baby for Mother "
My little seed in its soft pod.
My little egg fertilised by love.
Splitting and dividing.
A little gift from up above.
My little silver blackberry of cells.
Floating like a balloon.
My body getting ready for you.
I'd hold you in a cocoon.
My little sprouting bean.
Little buddy arms and legs growing.
Little heart beating.
My love overflowing.
My little fish,
In your bubble of water.
I still couldn't feel you.
My sweet darling daughter.
My body kept you warm.
My body helped you grow.
Everything was wonderful.
Little did I know.
Something happened my baby girl.
At fourteen weeks I miscarried you.
My womb empty, baby gone.
I loved you.
Love you still.
Just wish you'd grew.
A Miscarriage Baby
I use to work in Yonkers
With this nice lady
In this store
At the bottom of this hill
This beautiful lady about to take a vacation
A friendly Hispanic woman
Of great honor and nobility
This day, she sees me and gives me a bear hug
In the night, I am sleeping
And promptly awaken by this sight
She is holding a baby in her arms,
The baby does not look at her
Baby is about two weeks old
Small head, cute face and curly black hair
The baby is trying to tell me,
Something is wrong
Next day I meet this lady
I tell her all about my dream
She is sad and slowly talk,
Of a miscarriage she had, just a few weeks ago
William Morrissey 7/18/05
I was scared for you
of Knowing
Of the life growing
Inside of me.
The life let go
Like a flower on the first fallen snow
I didn't understand why
So I curled up to cry
So scared to tell you
Not knowing what you'll do
now you're mad at me
When all I want to be
Is with you
I care for you
No matter what is said
That's always true...
A secret life
A forgot memory
Everyone moved on
But me.
Live on, live on
My secret one
I'm sorry your life
Had barely begun
I'll die with this love
In my heart
Please don't forget it
It's all for you
Because every day you've been dead
I'll die too
Your still there someplace
One day I will come back for you
I'll find you
And I'll take you home
The thought of you still lingers there
No amount of sorry will change that
I left you all alone
But I will find you
When I find myself.
For two months a beautiful young lady had a problem with her period
Her mother bought a kit of pregnancy from the market
And after testing , mother found her girl pregnant
She shouted, cried and cursed
And asked her daughter who was that pig that done to her like this
Daughter took the mobile and made a call
Few minutes later a man came and entered into their home
And told her parents that he is very sorry for that problem
But he had a solution though he could not marry her for personal reason
And start proposing that if the child is a daughter
Then he would bequeath her
Two retail stores, a city house and a beach villa
With an account of 10 million pound in a multinational bank
If the baby is born a son then his legacy would be
With two ternary factories
And 20 million pound worth of equities of car Maruti and Ferrari
If twins are born then one factory
And with 10 million pound bank account each
But if she miscarries how could I help her? He asked
Promptly her father who had remained silent till now,
Placed a hand firmly on his shoulder and told him that he could try again.
GASP OF AIR
Death claims all the Victory
In this life given to me.
It owns the very parts of Me
Which mingled with One’s chemistry
To build a brand new entity,
Just to have him ripped from me.
Who was the enemy?
My own womb, specifically
Betrayed us all, ejecting
This tiny piece of Humanity.
Scrap to you? Not to me.
I still ache longingly
To nurse and cradle this piece to me.
Twenty years and constant suffering,
More Death than Life, if you ask me,
Since my three children’s lives
Were deemed by Someone “Not to Be,”
And Mother never made of me.
What rules for such a Tragedy?
No One knew, apparently.
All Baby Bumps avoided me,
As if my “inability To carry”
An unspeakable disease,
Passed contagiously.
Alone, I bear their Memories;
Always My Responsibility.
Now I’ve become too fatigued
To honor them effectively;
They only Live in Memory.
I’m not too proud to beg your sympathy.
I’ll even make this plea upon my knees:
Would you be willing,
Momentarily,
To hold MY children in YOUR hearts
So I can breathe?
sixth of six children my parents conceived I was second to survive
written 26 Aug 2020
Sometimes I feel so alone,
In this love yet on my own,
The feeling of a waking dream,
A lonely shadow of what I’ve been.
I see their faces every day,
From when I wake till when I lay,
The fire burning their flesh to dust,
There body’s burning for my lust.
How shamed to be a childless mum,
My only dream has come undone,
What to do but sit and rot,
And pray for a child in my cot.
But it seems this God is cruel,
To let this pain and misery rule,
It shatters my heart to see his face,
So disappointed at my disgrace.
Poor boy hungry,
Revolution in stomach
Machinegun boy carry
Oh! Boy attack
Kill: rich, poor
Frustrated brain man
Mental rate more
Eat trash can
Sleep Bridge under
Terror people more.
What is further?
Bleak dreams more
City big city
Where hope gone?
Brain wasted done
Devil take duty
Mortal man killed
Played stage part
Dirge song filled
Rainbow sky cry’s
It's blindsiding,
the clarity that context brings.
New eyes seeing
the things I did before knowing
any better.
For a moment
I got a glimpse
at the reasons
& answers
I have been so desparately
seeking for so long.
Meaning became a taste,
luscious on my tongue,
velvet like ice-cream
& just as long lasting.
Love & hate are truly
intertwined in a knot
so untangle-able.
Because love
is nothing like I thought
it was.
& there's
no greater pain
than being numb…
Sometimes I wonder
if you ever got the chance
to grow tiny little fingers
like the baby book said.
Because your tiny, unformed hands
still hold my heart.
You were my dawn breaking
after the cold dead of night.
Showing me
love's caress in the light.
You told me the strangest of stories.
And one day, when I meet you,
I will tell them back
to you again.
I will tell you,
baby,
that you made me
understand living.
I know life with you
wouldn't have been easy.
I ache for it every day.
& like my shade
from the harsh beat of the sun,
you keep me safe.
Reveling in your sacrifice,
I have the strength to stay.
Testing the waters
of what it means to be free;
death is the only ending -
nothing greater can be taken from me.
Raindrops rolling down windows
Like tears streaming down cheeks
Scattered showers above rolling meadows
From tired eyes pains weeps
Through fields of wildflowers
The sun peers, peeking through clouds of gray
I could walk hand in hand for hours
My only wish being that you’d have stayed
Torn away like a ripped page
Through sands of time agony winds
Laid to rest in an early grave
A broken heart has left me blind
Thunder awakens the slumbering sorrow
That surrounds my soul
My only wish that I’d have had more time to borrow
To dig myself out of this hole