Best Pregnancies Poems
OF SILENT SCREAMING PREGNANCIES…
Creative silence
Unlike the silence
Of death
Is life giving:-
In creative silence
The heart beats;
Blood flows;
Breathing abounds.
In the silence of mind
Sage words scream out
Divine wisdom and guidance
Quietly flowing
Form her hued womb
As birthing water breaks—
Breaking waters
Flowing poetic births
Whose screams
Are quietly heard
When penned and read—
Creative silence
Unlike the silence
Of death
Is life giving:-
As you quietly
Sit there,
May your pregnant
Poetic mind
Continue in silence
To birth
Screaming echoes
Of peace, love,
And awareness
In their allegorical
Messages
Of life—
Creative silence
Unlike the silence
Of death
Is life giving:-
While I sit here
Quietly dying
My pregnant mind
Silently screams—
Echoing clanging births:-
Creative silence
Unlike the silence
Of death
Is life giving:-
The voice
May be silenced
Through crucifixion,
Shootings and kneeing
Lynching;
Yet her inked
Clanging echoes
Will quietly
Ring out loud.
Creative silence
Unlike the silence
Of death
Is life giving:-
May the thighs
Of your
Soul and spirit
Forever
Quietly listen—
Opening wide
To silently flowing
Screaming
Impregnation:-
Creative silence
Unlike the silence
Of death
Is life giving:-
Inside scrapings of darkness
how restless and doomed,
the bellow crashing in like
an agonized moon;
the tunnel hears blood whooshing
in pits full of rain,
hurling damn imaginings
of her fetus’ pain,
wails rip through the stained window
and grinds near right lung,
heart reeks for a babe frozen
knowing breath is gone;
if I could pluck her memories
from uterine wall,
to touch sun’s glint christening
new eyes on dawn’s call.
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*Sadly,research estimates that approximately 1 in 4
pregnancies end in miscarriage; and most women
experience a grief period during such occurrences.
For Susan's If These Walls Could Talk Contest
When did I learn to walk?
The awkward stance,
a toddler’s uncertain step,
stumbling, falling,
getting up again until
rhythm of feet and
balance work in sequence,
was that when I learned
to walk? No.
When did I learn to walk?
Kindergarten marches,
a military parade of sorts
around a classroom,
rhythm band instruments
in hand, banging on toy
cymbals and drums
to the measured beat
of feet and blare of
prerecorded sound? No.
When did I learn to walk?
Was it the long hours
in marching band
practicing routines,
memorizing music,
and the beating of feet
on hot pavement along
humid parade routes on
July mornings in hot
woolen uniforms? No.
When did I begin
to learn to walk?
From the moment
I held your hand, strolling
by the Strand Theater
on the sidewalks of St.
Paul, along the shores
of Lake Como on
Spring and Summer nights,
through Rosedale, your
hand in mine as we looked
at engagement rings
in jewelry store windows
and dreamed dreams.
I learned to walk
in earnest down
the aisle of
St. Bridget of Sweden,
into a new wedded
life filled with
wonder and love,
the many walks of
pregnancies, Pitocin
drip walks down
hospital corridors,
during nights with
restless infants, and
sick children, to
parks and baseball
diamonds, plays
and musicals, concerts
and gymnasiums,
graduations, weddings,
funerals, grandchildren,
all of them walks
along the spherical
path of life.
To walk with you is
to learn how to love,
each measured step,
a grace-filled journey
to something greater,
far beyond and far better
than the stumbling steps
that I could have
made on my own.
To walk with you,
is to see the
world with different
eyes, colors bursting
through the greys,
warmth on the
coldest of days, your
voice floating, playing
delightfully in the air
alongside until the
sound settles gently,
gracefully in my ears.
We have walked many
steps together in life,
my gait now not as steady,
these days of uncertain
limbs, joints and cane.
In walking with you,
new discoveries never
end, new beginnings
abound, and that
with you, the first,
and the finest of
all teachers, learning
to walk is never
fully learned.
Is There No Shame?
Watching as people go by is a joy I find
People, so many, of such different kind
Yet, over the years as time has past
Shame dissolves as morals die fast
Seduction has become a present fad
Casting away limits that we once had
Children dressed for lust as parents smile
While perverts in lust seek to molest a child
Butt cheeks hanging out for all to see
Advertising as to say, “ come take me”
Bellies and breasts revealed to behold
No regret as their whorish ways unfold
A young man’s hormones blazing in bliss
With opportunity arising to want of this
Unwanted pregnancies all over this world
While unloved babies into the trash
are hurled
Sex is glorified while marriage is not sacred
And those who abstain are mocked in hatred
Nakedness is uncovered to less than one’s underwear
If you dress different, you’re considered
a square
Right and wrong has not ever changed
Values are precious and not so strange
Morals are taught to keep us safe
Integrity is a result of everyday faith
A Lady in this world is hard to find
Who in our life time doth truly shine
Refusing to partake in this sinful shame
Protecting the reputation of her pure name
Gentlemen likewise have become very few
Watching their tongue and the things
they do
Honoring the women as such
precious jewels
Not being vulgar and stubborn like mules
Shameless are those with no self respect
Shameful when true modesty they reject
Shamefacedness is a trait of one’s virtue
Blushing redness reveals this trait so true
Give us those who will respect themselves
Not following the fad of everyone else
Who will break this mold of undue shame
Honoring the reputation of a good name
Over-burdened trees
Proudly shy of pregnancies
Would-be mothers of cherries.
October wind runs
Leaves fall to lay bed to rest
In bliss after the labor.
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October 9, 2014
Form: Sedoka
Sixth Place win
Contest: October Bliss by Andrea
Kong winter resolve his power struggle to live a little longer
Cold soil protects wild modest tiny flowers
March deserve tribute by an dignified pen
A soothing voice whisper in dew wet morning sun
When Spring youthful glory revitalises
With blessed glow in brilliant charm
A soft mother breast for all to be born again
Nature pregnancies seeds of life
Spring unveiled with a colorful smile
We go brighter times ahead, wakes up from beauty sleep
Princess Spring I feel lucky and almighty
01.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
TRANSLATION: White sheep is deemed to be spotless
and blameless which depicts holiness.
But now,listen from the confession box;
Oh Lord! You know me,and my trespasses!
I been involved in money laundering,embezzlement,
and abuse of office!
I demand respect without practice of self-limitation,
humbleness and modesty!
I am the one who bewitched brother X,
because I was scared of his popularity at church!
I have the habit of deserting my spouse,
and engage in extra marital affairs!
I have helped young girls to abort unwanted pregnancies,
using very powerful medicines!
I have produced and distributed pornographic materials
[indecent,obscene and offensive] to the general public!
I have sexually abused boys and girls for many years,
at church and my workplace!
I been involved in internet scams for so long,
robbing people their hard earned money!
I have been initiated in satanism since childhood,
for protection,promotion at work and boosting my business!
I have offered tithes and offerings to support rebel groups,
that terrorize innocent people especially women and children!
I have been supporting the gang of robbers that rob rich people,
to plead not guilty to theft!
I have been acting as chief advisor to the leaders of drug dealing,
prostitution and human trafficking!
All I NEED IS YOU LORD TO CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART!
MATTHEW 7:13-29
chipepo lwele
I find hope from a small ray of sunshine
It's my comfort from God through distress
I can rest with some peace for the moment
And know that each day I am doing my best
I find strength when the sun shines upon me
And with this strength comes a greater will to survive
And within the silence that always surrounds me
I know God's warm sun has helped keep me alive
I feel power that comes from this knowledge
And I know when I wake every morn
That God has played a big part in my healing
And his love has sheltered me from every storm
© Giggles the Poet
1998
1985, the year my life and world changed. Twenty-two years old and I was fighting for my right to live. Being misdiagnosed with "rhomboid muscle strain,' and having to deal with a broken rib, in my upper back that was doing more damage. Being used as a guinea pig, and being ignored medically, because i wouldn't fit into their boxes, or categories, left me defeated. I never thought a simple broken rib could cause such destruction and losses.
I fought for my life and human rights. And God made me a Poet. Losing two pregnancies and any chances of ever having a family of my own, not having the time to mourn. One day God will take care of restitution....And this won't happen again to anyone....not on my watch.
As they say, "God prunes the greatest tree the most." Life is precious....still :)
WALK WITH LOVE AND LIGHT
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR *****
Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
To Her Children…2015
Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering stream.
Bloated ballooned bellies
mock aborted pregnancies;
once luscious breasts
sag in parallel union
with sinking faces
of lost hope.
Lost hope—whirling
like solitary ghost smoke
of abandoned fires:
abandoned fires
dying in waning time.
Hollowed red eyes
of fleeing lovers look rearward:
the wholeness of nothingness simmering;
as smiling death sits—
waiting and anticipating the wonted feast.
Heartbeat of hope struggles—
murmuring in the valleys and shadows;
searching the gods’ penurious mercy.
In the midst of the Dante, hazed hell,
a wretched mother clings
to time and history—once again.
Rooted in her audacious faith,
she cries out to her wandering brood in Diaspora:
those liberating souls spewed from her precious womb.
Scattered liberating souls—umbilical bound;
destined to restore her great grand glory:
With sage seasoned good courage,
sagaciously she squats—
awaiting the victory.
Love that is taken for one selfish goal
can never be true as far as I know.
Rape took the soul of a sister and friend
ravishing her frail spirit to a bitter end.
At sixteen she went on a blind first date
she knew not of her destiny or her fate.
She met with a soldier of the army corps
this was the time during Vietnam War.
He crushed her will with the slap of his fist
took her by force as she tried to resist.
Her screams were stifled and never heeded
within her body he forcibly seeded.
She remained quite not saying a word
until life inside her finally stirred.
Fearful our parents would be upset
she ran away with a friend to forget.
I eventually told what she had done
why she ran away and was on the run.
City law was called for her safe return
found her kidnapped as we later did learn.
As months went by, she grew in girth
sent to a home where she gave birth.
A son was born to her in September
he looked just like her as I remember.
She could not keep him so gave him away
and longs for him still to this very day.
He resides in her heart, a haunting emotion
and forever there will be, a true devotion.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fourth Place Winner ~ "I'm Pregnant" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gwendolen Rix
June. 6, 2011
A longitudinal study in the United States of over 4,000 women
followed for 3 years found that the national rape related pregnancy
rate was 5.0% per rape among victims aged 12–45 years,
producing over 32,000 pregnancies nationally among women
from rape each year.
My younger sister was a victim of rape which she never reported.
No one in the family knew it for many years. I have a nephew
I will never know or see and she has mental issues that she has a
hard time dealing with. Back then unwed pregnancies were taboo.
20 Line Haiku Hijack
I stole a haiku from Japan
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 20 lines
Fed it chocolate day and night before the flight
Then placed it on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make sound haiku
Deliciously simple like sushi. Japan hated mine.
Called it distasteful, too heavy and rude
Complaining it suffered from too many lines
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless man next
An Afghanistan Taliban in need of a wife
He realized the mistake and returned it at once
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 20 lines in what Japan calls a crime
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong
It changes the meaning and makes it too long
Haiku will never be the same again
In the end I put it on a train to India…a quatrain to be exact.
I want to live to become
The kind of person I needed when I was young.
Inspiring, affirming and solidifying solutions to the moral dilemmas
of the inflicted youth of this era.
Drugs,liquor and poverty, teenage pregnancies
HIV ,STDs, cimininal activity, inhospitality,inequality.
Obstacles to humanity
are the order of the day in society
Just check in on your family tree
It might have skipped a generation or 2 or even 3
We decry some Arabic countries
where women are forced by law
to wear burkhas and cover
their faces and cannot speak out.
We speak for them, and ask,
“Where are the rights
of these poor women
who can make no decisions
and cannot participate?”
“Horrors!” we cry.
“In this country women
can make their own decisions
about what they want and
about their own bodies!”
That is, up until now, at least.
For certain lawmakers
would have us believe that our
government should have the right
to tell us we MUST have a child,
once conceived, no abortion,
no matter the financial or
health issues or even rape!
They want no birth control for
those “wanton” women
(Many of them married) who
want to have sex without
procreation in mind!
No more terminations of
pregnancies to save a
mother’s life or to protect
the victim of a brutal rape!
In other words, NO MORE CHOICE!
No doctor's interference.
Other people are given the
right to decide what
it is a woman has to do.
Less government, they say?
yet the government will now
sit in judgment in our bedrooms?
Shame! Shame on these throwbacks
to a hundred years ago!
Shame on these who would
move our country back into the
dark ages because of personal beliefs.
We hear we must overturn
theocracies and turn them into
secular democracies like ours,
where there is freedom of religion
as we have in this country.
But some who tout our democracy
Want to turn our country
Into their version of a government
by religious fiat, in which
their particular interpretation of
he Bible will determine
what we can or cannot do.
Gone will be options for women!
And gone, also, will be that
precious freedom of religion
our forefathers fought for,
along with the separation of
Church and State that is laid
out in our Constitution!
But it seems the Constitution
doesn't deter our leaders.
Stand your ground, women. Vote!
People of ALL religions or none,
stand your ground as well!
For, if we are too lazy to vote,
too lazy to stake our position in
defending our Constitution,
we will lose everything, whether
we are Jews, Buddhists, Muslims,
Catholics, atheists or, yes, even moderate
or evangelical Protestant Christians.
She carries one of the heaviest pregnancies in the world
with more species of monkeys than any other region.
She stands huge in her territory
with a unique speech different from all others in the same domain.
Her name specially recognizes a Tree.
She directly interacts with all other tenants except two distant ones.
She’s timely scaled into three different parts
possessing water course which is the immediate younger brother to the Nile.
She’s home to the Armadillo, Tapirs, Jaguars and Pumas
and so fertile to accommodate the most dense amount of living hairs
which has secluded more than seventy groups of humans to civilization.
Her armpit once covered the Nazi’s angel of death
and her street lights shine the brightest rays of football.
In her very rich possession;
is an island with about five snakes per square mile;
is the world’s best beach in Baia do Sancho;
is the accumulation of Airports; second only to the world's power;
and the city painted with heavy congestion to reach global peak in recent times.
Her neck houses the biggest black settlement outside the dark continent.
She carries a slogan of hope in “ordem e progresso”.
The aerial view plane structure of her heart
required three years and five months only to make it a possible existence.
She had graced the only European capital away from Europe
as number is her meeting point between global size and population.
The glory of her international significance is well deserved
and her beauty, nowhere near expiry.
A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed after waging twenty seven logs of wood in
the iron woods of bars on him
Through his mouth,
The dumb trumpeted
And echoed, beating gongs
into the forested minds of men
in the distant woods
His retina sighted the blind
from obscurity of racisms
For a bullseye of the Morrow's pregnancies
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
His skin wore shackles
His mind bore freedom
His speech spoke out chains
Unweaving the threads of apartheid
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
Ode to Nelson Madiba Mandela's voice
of freedom