Best Pregnancy Poems
Pregnant once more, a surprise she would be. I was carrying a baby, dependent on me. Since I already had Shelby, no fear did I feel. Just excitement and doubt that this could be real. It wasn't an easy pregnancy still, the doctors we're worried that I'd get quite ill.
She was so strong as she moved inside of me. Every hiccup and kick, filled me with glee. At the end there was worry as her movements grew less, the doctor decided that induction was best. All at once I was filled with fear, my eyes overflowed as they started to tear. My
heart beat strong and knew she'd be fine. Nothing could take, this baby of mine. Labor was hard, the pain quite intense, but didn't last long for that I was blessed. There was no pushing, from me she came fast. Couldn't wait to be born and meet me at last. When finally I held her, it was plain to see. God sent an angel, down to me.
Flowers beneath my feet
Happy clouds above my head
Barefoot and pregnant me
By emerald emotions I’m lead
Walking into motherhood
Like a deer caught in headlights
Feeling optimistic and good
Despite first time jitters fright
Will I be enough as babe blooms
Can I do motherhood right
Baby in my blessed womb
I’m excited to give you life
I worry about the world here
That it may not be so safe
But God doesn’t give me fear
Whenever I kneel and pray
I feel your lovely little limbs
As you swim in my tummy
Looking forward to your whims
And making faces so funny
Growing you I grow with you
In spirit in every delightful way
I love you as big as the sky blue
Excited to hold you one day
As I walk in the grass so green
I look forward to your arrival
I will give you love in entirety
You are my heart legacy tribal
Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.
Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick her.
Blood oozes out
of the memory lane.
Yellow pineapple juice,
she drinks in vain.
Rustic notions fail in womb.
She takes roads with pits
hoping for ‘jerking abortion’.
Embryo of tension
grows everyday.
Her thoughts sweat.
Worries and queries
bulge out of her belly.
First published in Indian Ink.
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.
To:
My best friend's new-born baby,
One day you'd grow up
And I would tell you
That the hypothetical you were mentioned and empathized with as we teased your mother while we were in college
That I jumped out of bed when your mother shared the best 'good news' in the history of good news
That I loved the way she would glow like the morning sun while she was both her and you
That your first photograph had me in tears that flow when the eyes do try to smile
That just the memory of your tiny, pink face is enough to light mine up like a firefly glowing in the dark
That I will, forever, be nicer-than-usual with people who have the same name as yours
And as you go through life you might forget all of what I might have to say
But promise me, my sweet little child, that you will always remember the one thing that goes without saying:
I love you.
-Aunt Mona
With broken heart and all alone, she cried.
“I love you.” were his words, but he lied.
A sweet young girl now lost in deep despairs.
No! Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.
She always was her daddy's little girl.
His precious child to womanhood was hurled.
A father's love surpasses anger's flares.
No! Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.
She went to church to learn the right and wrong.
A choir angel singing heaven's song –
Brothers, sisters solemnly sit and stare.
No! Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.
Her rounded body feels the life within.
Motherhood lives near to her chagrin.
Her mother held her close; the tears were theirs.
No! Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.
“Sure, she's nice,” he said, but we are so young.
Fatherhood was not for him; his song was sung.
“She should have been more careful,” he declares.
No! Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.
© May 22, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/teenagepregnancy.html: Often, teenagers don't receive
timely prenatal care, and they have a higher risk for pregnancy-related high blood pressure and its
complications.
Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.
Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick her.
Blood oozes out
of the memory lane.
Yellow pineapple juice,
she drinks in vain.
Rustic notions fail in womb.
She takes roads with pits
hoping for ‘jerking abortion’.
Embryo of tension
grows everyday.
Her thoughts sweat.
Worries and queries
bulge out of her belly.
Fabiyas M V
(Indian Ink Magazine has published this poem)
Hello January
A whole year is over
A pregnancy of twelve months
with all the symptoms
Time is running like a marathon
The birth is started
The new year is here
again with new hope
expectations- joy and tears
Burning colorful stars
flashes in our eyes
Fireworks in the sky
like the sunlight
gives a warm pleasure
Just a few seconds
All the church bells ringing
Smile ... kisses and hugs
We are ready - we are waiting
Please welcome the newborn year
Sponsor:Vicky Tsiluma
Contest Name:Hello January
Deadline:2/1/2014 12:00:00 AM
18.01.2014
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Girls when your climbing the ladder of success, don’t let them stop you from doing your best.
Don’t believe the words I love you, when all they care to see is you not getting through.
They say you’re cute/they say you’re fine, but nine months later they say you’re not mine.
Keep your head held up high, so you won’t have to be singing a lullaby.
"Teenage Mother"
She had it all
A very bright tomorrow
She always smiled
Though broken internally.
All was rosy...
Until she stopped listening
To the voices of reason
We blame it all on adolescence
That girl was gone for good.
She started smoking
Boys were the only thing she understood more than any subject
Broken friendships
Many wrong choices.
She lost the most important key in life.........Education!
Her mother died from depression
An invisible father
She was now on her own...
Pregnant at fifteen
How can a toddler look after another toddler ?
When the baby cried,so was the mother.
She needed money for pampers, milk ,napkins and rent,
So she traded her body for a piece of bread and chicken change.
It was all over for her at sixteen,
She watched as her peers enjoyed the gift of youth
So many regrets,yet no solutions.
Another baby in her belly
Disease in her veins
Alcohol in her breath
She died at eighteen
What will happen to the lives left behind?
Here we are, not knowing what to say
To each others' face, as we both are confused
Which face do we say it to?
The faces we show, or the ones we hide?
We put the niceties on display, because reality can turn the tide
The messed up part, it lives on, conflicts and fights
It shows the worst of us, and the best we did to survive
The only thing that matters is
What's black and what's white
What's wrong and what's right
What's real and what's ruse
What's the lie, and what's the truth
I laugh at how naïve I was
I thought of eyes as the sole form of truth
But your eyes, they hide a sinister secret
They hide all your sins, and the shame you had to deal with
They cry out for help,
Yet the cheer in them silences it all
They want to glimmer with tears,
Yet your gentle warmth dries it all
I curse myself at how stupid I was
I thought of your face as your true self
But even this face, doesn't give up the devil in your details
Upon that beautiful smile,
A tremendous pain lies beneath it
Whole yet hollowed on the inside,
Your silky skin sheaths it
It sheaths it all
Seems like, my words are lying too
My pen holds me back from revealing the truth
It's not your eyes that gave it away
Neither it was your face
It was the beating of a second heart
Inside you, Bedazzled and Hazed
It looks like Adam finally found the forbidden fruit
But it was too late to realize
He planted his seed within you
Kind of makes me think,
What good was I as a brother?
You grew up before me
And now you're about to be a mother
I sit in an open room
watching young girls come in and out
the clipboard in my lap
she calls my name and i stand
with slightly pudgy belly
scared
knowing there's a life already within
she know's i'm scared, but leads me to the hallway bathroom
handing me a cup for my sample
so i do what i am told
waiting in the exam room
i am shaking when she reads the pregnancy test
two single lines form
i am pregnant
i cry for a minute
out of shame
maybe relief,
because now i know i'm not alone
then i look at her puzzled
I have no family, no relatives
i've moved away so many times
running from my past
she hugs me, tells me everything will be fine
I smile and believe her
cause i have no one else to trust
eight months later she is by my side at the hospital
she smiles and says "everything will be fine"
I cry because i know someone out there cares!
*There is always someone out there that will help a teen in need.
Women's center's are only a phone call away.
mom, i'm pregnant contest
karen croft
pregnancy
most relevant answer to
"what's new dear"
i found out the shocking news
i was only 14
but i was pregnant
three months pregnant at that
people asked how didn't you know you were pregnant
i simply said i was showing no signs
are you scared they would ask
of course I'm scared I'm so young
four months pregnant now
i start having heavy bleeding i get scared and call my mom
she answers
i sob into my phone
mommy i think I'm losing my baby
what, when did you find out you were pregnant
i didn't want to tell you but i found out a month ago
i go to the hospital
how far along are you
four months can you do anything to help me not lose my baby
the doctor looked at me honey your not losing your baby your just having a period while your pregnant
now five months pregnant
the baby's father and i get into a fight and break up
three weeks later im dating a new guy who wants to help me raise my baby
we are together for two weeks and he goes to florida on a trip
comes back and i find out he cheated on me
i forgive him
he broke up with me two weeks later saying he doesn't think that he can handle being a dad at 17
now six months pregnant
i am scared and alone not sure if even i can handle being a mom
its a common concern since im only 15
the baby is growing healthy
i ponder whether or not to give the baby up
now seven months pregnant
me and the baby's father are back together and engaged
we decide we will keep the baby and move in together
for once we think we have things figured out
now eight months pregnant
i go to my weekly ultrasound
first week is fine
week two rolls around
i go and have my ultrasound
they tell me my baby is dead his umbilical cord strangled him
the admit me to the hospital
induce my labor
i give birth to a 5lb 2 oz 12inch long still born
he is the most beautiful baby i have ever seen
my boyfriend and i ask ourselves why us
we both are so young me being 15 him being 18
we both blame ourselves
fall into a deep dark depression
both decide life wasn't worth living with out Xavier
our attempt were just that attempt
how ever eight months later we are glad it didn't i am now 16 and married
we are so happy and want to try to have kids in the future
we hope and pray we won't have to goo through that every again
“Teenager,
The growing youth,
The future leader,
The light of the nation,
Listen to the words,
All mathematically,
Like the equation y = mx + c,
The y-intersect you can meet at
As a young girl or boy, which might
Make a proper fraction, or an old man
Or lady to make improper fraction,
You might be driven by multiplying
Alco by hol which produces the product
Alcohol, thinking that you are algebraically
Dividing the eyes of parents so they won’t
See you. Hey! Listen you are multiplying your
Day subtractions on this earth,
Subtract the other part of your external life partner
If you were simultaneously connected together
To be non-linear simultaneous equations, which might
Be difficult to be simultaneously solved, don’t fall in
Love with a man who cannot stand perpendicularly to the
Ground,
Become zero today, you don’t need
Addition or multiplication,
Always power yourself to zero to always and
Constantly become one if instance you were mistaken
And shaken, do not be between brackets of subtraction
And addition if you are addition, since subtraction might
Swallow you because of her wide mouth,
Teenage pregnancy,
All mathematically,
Avoid being in each and every man’s hand like a scientific
Calculator, don’t make circles like a compass around boys
And men, don’t helplessly lie down like a thirty centimeter
Rule, be wise and focus girls and boys, remember teenage pregnancy
Is not girl’s pregnancy,
All mathematically, take care”