Best Out Of Wedlock Poems
Born out of wedlock
she gave up her baby girl
for quick adoption.
Twice married since, old and frail,
she laments her childless life.
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Contest: Regret
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Chosen POTD-1st Oct 2016
Categories:
out of wedlock, baby, sad,
Form:
Tanka
The curse, the lethargy,
conceived out of wedlock Dawn and Day,
the mother-in-law of the race of the Ogres,
the tub filled with toads, vipers and snakes,
the cohabitant who always stays out -
here's a partial list of the problems
that await the true princesses,
whereas a dreamless sleep is a soteriological ideal of any Buddhist.
Bent over the beautiful princess,
I feel a pang of mercy,
and, rising from my knees, get out of here -
by little Mopsey, the Princess's spaniel, which is lying on the bed,
by the hypothetical fire upon the hearth,
by the doormen in whose cups wine turned into mold long ago
and beyond,
through the wayless wood of existence,
which is not a problem for my ladylove anymore.
As Charles Perrault rightly stated:
“Thorns part before a royal blood only”.
1St Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Categories:
out of wedlock, love,
Form:
Free verse
I’m at the age where
I’ve grown really long hair
And I don’t denim care
That the trend is to cut it
No longer wearing high heels
Just for a flex or a thrill
More about how my feet feel
And they don’t love it
I don’t have many pink plans
Flying by seat of peach pants
Keeping my praying hands
I am blessed with contentment
Becoming a red recluse
Enjoying sandy solitude
Embracing my various moods
Without any raspberry resentment
I wonder of me what they say
Am I now an old onyx maid
Because there’s no wedding day
It tickles me pink to think
That my out of wedlock birth
Gave my life priceless worth
Despite sermon of online church
I entertain purple pondering
Categories:
out of wedlock, birth, poetry, red,
Form:
Rhyme
~Born In The Slums.~
She was born in the slums
sixty three years ago
by a mother out of wedlock
delivered her all alone
In an empty dirty corridor
due to a mistake she
committed one night out of
lust, or maybe out of love,
we will never know.
New born first cry to freedom
Mothers last cry from freedom
New born first breath to live
Mothers last breath to die
Echoes of life and death
In that empty room.
A mother laying on the floor
In a pool of blood,
A new born attached loosely
To the mothers last breath
As her destiny short lived.
Nobody to welcome that new
born alive with no flowers
no balloons no father nor a
grandmother no doctor nor
a nurse no bed not even
sheets on the floor.
No decor for a new born baby
with no name alone nude no
one to clean her up, yet that
last link between mother and
daughter a cord separating
life from death.
Rescued by that stranger
living in the slums
He carried her in his arms
covering her fragile body
with his shirt walked towards
the church rang the bell
and delivered her
to the priest.
Today she wrote;
here i am today
grown up and happily
married with
two children.
Terry
16/1/2013
Categories:
out of wedlock, sad, student, teenage,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Chaka Zulu
Dlungwana son of Ndaba!
the greatest warrior of all times
conceived out of wedlock by his mother Nandi and his father
voracious one of Senzangakhona
son of Nandi kaBebe, the daughter of a Langeni chief
born in Langeni territory at the Nguga homestead
bayete inkosi
The scorpion of Phunga
boy from esiKlebeni homestead
who was cooked in the deep pot of Ntombazi
overcame Msikazi among the Ndimoshes
son of the Mhlathuze Valley and Langeni people
bayete inkosi
Mandla kaNgome
who moved to the Mthethwa people
grew up in the court of Dingiswayo
founded the Ntontela regiment
the impi in the iziCwe regiment
Nodumehlezi
bayete inkosi
Axe of Senzangakhona
the warrior of Mhlathuze River
designer of the aniklwa
the king of KwaBulawayo, at the banks of the Mhodi,
in the Mhlathuze valley,
bayete inkosi
Young raging one of Nbaba!
the cause of Mfecane, Difaqane, Lifaqane
king of the centralized monarchy
builder of the Dukuza
undisputed, almighty ruler
bayete inkosi
Categories:
out of wedlock, april, farewell, father, fathers
Form:
Narrative
Michaelangelo: 1475-1564 Leonardo Da Vinci: 1452-1519
Michaelangelo is one of the most famous artists of the Italian Renaissance,
born in Caprice Italy with his mother dying when he was one month old-
His father Lodovico raised him until he had reached his adolescence,
he had always discouraged Michaelangelo from the arts, so the story was told.
Leonardo Da Vinci was the most renowned Renaissance man from Italy.
He was born out of wedlock and raised by his father and grandparents-
He received very little education but proved his fine abilities for artistry,
became an apprentice to Andrea del Verrocchio, his aptitude was apparent.
Michaelangelo painted a few masterpieces, but sculpting was his vocation,
remaining in Rome and recognized for his artistic aesthetic virtuosity-
He carved the “Pieta” a sculpture of Mary holding Jesus, a beautiful illustration,
the “Sistine Chapel” and “David” became his most refined ingenious legacy.
In the year of 1495 Leonardo was unexpectedly recognized and commissioned
to paint “The Last Supper”, the Passover taking three years to complete-
“Mona Lisa”, is the most distinguished painting giving him utmost recognition,
but this gifted artist enjoyed living a placid lifestyle, staying discreet.
An artisan challenge was made between the best renaissance designers,
a sculptor and a painter who were jealous of each other’s techniques-
superiority was raised with haste to become the greatest fresco headliner,
both gave up the challenge, moved away and never again did they speak.
"A good painter has two chief objects to paint-
man and the intention of his soul"
-Leonardo Da Vinci
Historical Rivalry: Leonardo Da Vinci vs. Michaelangelo
Date Written: September 3, 2016
Categories:
out of wedlock, art, introspection, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Teen pregnancy is still taking its toll on all teenagers today. If a teen girl gets
pregnant and becomes a mother at an early age, then that means no more going to the mall,
the movies, parties or whatever. If a teen boy becomes a father at an early age, as well,
then his future will be altered, and his life will be ruined. What I don't like about teen
pregnancy is that all teenagers want to be parents while they're still in school. Teen
pregnancy isn't a joke; it means that all teen parents will have to apply for their
infants to get medicaid. Next thing he and/or she knows, they'll be getting welfare checks
every month, go to doctor appointments, everything. And now that their parents will have
been angry at the fact that their teen sons and teen daughters are becoming parents at an
early age, including 14, and they're now grandparents. There's no way that these teens are
going to become parents at an early age, let alone 12 or 15. They need to concentrate on
getting their high school diplomas, college degrees, get married, and then have children.
Every time their parents' backs are turned, all teen girls will have turned out to have been pregnant
by random boys. I'm sick and tired of teen pregnancy always ruining their futures. Next
thing everybody knows, these children, out of wedlock, will have populated the Earth by
the year 2025. It's sad, it's a waste of everybody's time, and it's seriously pathetic. It
makes me sick just to think about all teenagers, wanting to become parents at an early
age. Now I know why I never became a teen dad at an early age, let alone 13,14,15 16, or
17. These teens are too young to be raising children. They need to focus on their
education. If teen pregnancy keeps ruining the live and the hopes and dreams of all of the
teenagers, then their parents, they're doomed. No children until education is completed
and marriage.
Categories:
out of wedlock, on writing and wordsparents,
Form:
Epic
Who Am I?
Because I was born out of wedlock,
My mum and dad taught me that the poor were good,
And that so many just needed a doctor,
To understand them when they were crook.
No-one else had ever treated them,
Doctors in Israel only attended rich people’s houses,
And the prestige of being wealthy,
Was derived from our interest in their happiness.
It was imbued into me that love was given,
From the heart by acts of kindness, not by money,
And that you could love somebody, anybody, anytime,
Out with social rhetoric or rhyme.
I was good at joinery,
But my inquisitive mind took me into medicine,
Into making people better, healthier, fit and able,
Not paralysed, dying or suffering from epileptic seizures.
Day one, and I just hoped I would have a cold,
But that was not to be you see,
So I took a deep breath and grit my teeth,
And in humility treated the first poor person ever.
Shock and horror and the neighbours talking,
Nobody there to wipe my slightly embarrassed sweated brow,
Only John my best friend hung around outside,
Whilst I bandaged up the labourer’s lacerated leg.
But soon after, when I had set my practise,
Luke befriended me bold and stalwartly,
Because he was just a normal Nazareth doctor,
And I’d been predicted as the people’s saviour from bad health.
Not noted as the original national health service,
But respected thereafter ‘cos they said I’d resurrected,
They gave me a voice when I was dead and long gone,
Said that they believed in me with everything they had.
Everyone knew what was meant when they admitted,
“I believe in Jesus!” because it was a stand,
For the freedom and life of the poor, for a just society,
Which gave these supposed sinners access to medical doctors. Grand.
Categories:
out of wedlock, beautiful, bible, courage, easter,
Form:
Free verse
Two renaissance artists . . .
Leonardo Da Vinci created enduring works during his lifetime,
too many to list but perhaps the most well known is the Mona Lisa.
Born April 15, 1452 and died May 2, 1519 at only 67 years old.
Considered the greatest painter of all time. Born out of wedlock.
At 14 he apprenticed with a master and soon was more skillful,
and at the age of 20, he was a master himself.
Michelangelo Buonarroti also created amazing works in his life,
one I love is the Pietra, so lifelike it makes me want to weep.
Born, March 6, 1475 and he died February 18, 1584, an old man.
His skill as a sculptor and painter is famous, and always loved.
The Sistine Chapel, his statues, his frescoes are stunning to view.
At 13, he too apprenticed with a master and soon was skillful,
and went on to be a master artist.
There was a public battle Leonardo vs Michelangelo and their art,
David vs Mona Lisa. There was 2 years of public competition.
A huge man who stands with a grimace vs a sitting woman smiling.
Even before this they were rivals, hated each other, jealous of each.
The loser left crossing the Alps to sulk in France taking his painting,
today she smiles at her fans, like a star to be idolized by the public.
And Michelangelo's works are treasures he left with us forever.
There was such an intense dislike between the two artists always,
but really they were so similar.... perhaps it WAS all jealousy,
because I have read they were both a bit odd.
_______________________________
July 7, 2016
Epic
For the contest, Historical Rivalry, Part 1
Leonardo vs Michelangelo, sponsor, Marugu Mo
Sixth Place
Categories:
out of wedlock, art,
Form:
Epic
Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
Categories:
out of wedlock, love, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Drama centered on an aristocratic British family in
Old times- early twentieth century
Waited on by butlers, footmen, maids and valets
Noble families lived wrapped in luxury, night and day
Tale of young suitors, attractions, loves and marriages
Of young Ladies with service class rocked the family carriage
Not uncovered till late-child out of wedlock added to the disparage
As World War and other world events stirred awakening
Barriers between lord and servant started fading
Butlers sought jobs as teachers, cooks sought education
Erosion of aristocracy was inevitably writ in the nation
“Yes My Lord” would not be heard by future generations
Written on :07/18/2016
Contest: "Your Favorite Habit-forming TV Show" by Tom Quigley
Categories:
out of wedlock, family,
Form:
Rhyme
A Wish
For children sired from out of wedlock
Roaming the streets, begging for alms
With weary eyes from a day’s plight
To get their crumbs and spare the night
For girls robbed and sanctity trampled
Buried in rut, and scared to move
Spurned and cast away from home
With queuing lads to buy her form
For souls scorned and gloomed
Who live a life of doom and misfortunes
May find their life at the end of the fork
Espousing all strength, and daring to move.
Categories:
out of wedlock, sympathy, life,
Form:
Quatrain
First of all, I'm getting so sick and tired of these men impregnating these women and not
taking care of their children. These men had become a bunch of dead-beat dads since their
children have been born. Every guy in America knows that if they're going to be the best
fathers they can really be, then they need to help these women, the mothers of their
children, raise their kids. But by these men wanting to be there for these women during
pregnancy, they're not helping out at all. What's so cold about these dead-beat dads is
when they're not paying child support and not only that, when these women tell the men
that they're pregnant with their unborn children, they'll disappear, leave town for good.
What's also so cold about these men is that they knew that they were going to be fathers
and they knew that these unborn children were theirs to begin with. And not only am I sick
of these men not taking care of the children they already have, I'm also sick and tired of
these womanizing men always getting other women pregnant with their unborn babies, born
out of wedlock. The next thing everybody knows, there's going to be more children born to
different women by the same guy, even by the year 2015. This type of irresponsible
behavior has got to stop. What I'm basically trying to say to the men of America is that
they have options: either wear condoms, leave these women alone, or step up to the plate
and take care of their kids. And if these men aren't going to help their women raise their
children, they shouldn't have parental rights at all. My suggestion for these men is this:
if all of the guys don't want anymore kids with different women, all of the guys really
need to wear condoms, because these kids are going to keep coming from Heaven to Earth
every single time.
Categories:
out of wedlock, epicchildren, care, men, women,
Form:
Epic
Trump Do You Really Desire
Having been extravagant and hell bent
Oddly seemed to be his original intent
Trump had another horrible confession
Having children completely out of the question.
They all ended up happening anyway
And have heard some say until this day
After further exploration of extortion
Wished each wife believed in abortion.
Don't let this sound like a bunch of crock
He even had a child born out of wedlock
Poor reputation was growing and growing
With whores Trump Tower was overflowing.
Did not discriminate and were a he and she
Still had a formal life style full of bigamy
If bad reputation in bed is bigger than mine
Being President should be sure to resign.
To be President did Trump have the desire
He is always so loathsome and a lousy liar
And you talk about him shooting in the blind
His best part of women is breast and behind.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
PS, AD, are you laughing yet?
Categories:
out of wedlock, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Seven weeks and six days.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the numbers. I’ve been here for eight hours.
At half an inch long, it is about the size of a blueberry with webbed fingers and toes.
Out of wedlock birthrates among black women is seventy-two percent, fifty-four percent
for hispanic women, and twenty-nine percent for white women. I was doomed to be a statistic
either way. The procedure took five minutes, though it felt longer than the whole day I
was there, as if the hands of the clock stubbornly refused to move.
Fact: Abortion has killed more black Americans than crime, accidents, cancer, and AIDS.
In a daze.
I didn't hear the nurse say it was over. A wave of cramps wash over my lower body leaving a
paralyzing feeling in my legs. I remembered the nurse had taken the final ultrasound image.
I lifted my head a little to see but I didn't have the courage to look that time either so I averted my eyes to the ceiling but I knew it was pitch black. I could no longer hear any lightning that
ripples through the clouds or feel the avalanche of Wednesday’s pizza ready to erupt on my coat. The worst is over now. All that’s left to do is count the catastrophes. I call this my own
personal genocide. I put on my clothes and swallow the antibiotic pill as the nurses speak
but I cannot hear. It is all silent.
It is all silence.
It all fades. It all fades.
Categories:
out of wedlock, abortion, body, loss,
Form:
Narrative