Best Pregnant Poems
A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope,
and stalked discreet’ Asylum Street her daily horoscope.
The stray was struck by passing truck which was her only hope.
Well, Banjo Boy, with little joy, he strums her life entire:
“The wayward waif was never safe; her stars were dark and dire
(born midst the rues and avenues where lack and want aspire)
for no one heeds the childish needs that little ones require;
though faith survives in tempest lives, a swirl within the briar,
infinity grinds as time unwinds, until the winds expire.
Her last caprice? The final peace that no one could deny her -
whipped by the flood, stray beads of blood are spattered on the spire;
though beads of sweat are cool and wet, cold clotted blood is dryer.”
Though broken there, she’s fled the snare with dying thoughts serene.
And now she’s dead, the rumours spread: her age? a sweet 16,
with child, unwed, her soul stained red, her body so unclean.
A place is sought where she can rot, avoiding churchyard scenes,
in limey pits, as well befits, behind forbidding screens;
and all the while a dirge is styled on tattered tambourines
which echo through the human zoo in valleys of the Queens.
Without rejoice, in hissing voice, near soil that’s seldom trod
“In pious role, God bless my soul”, was mouthed with mitred nod,
(the twisted grin seemed dark and thin behind the robed façade).
“She’ll burn in hell with sulphur smell”, spat Priest and man of god.
Well, angels sweet with cloven feet, they sing in girl’s attire,
but Banjo Boy, he’s playing coy while chanting in the choir:
“The clueless search within the church to find what they desire,
but near the nave or gravelled grave, there is no Rectifier.”
And when he’s through, without ado, he stacks some stones nearby her.
dawn's pregnant womb opens -
grasses dew-pearl strung
Copyright, November 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
The gaps in her sentences
are always filled with insights from others
Who prompt her to speak a truth she does not ascribe to
They witter and order and claim her thoughts as their own
Changing the essence of what she feels
so that she offers saccharine lies
Seething inside she wonders at a world where reality is desecrate
the rubbing away of hard edges
Grinding her down in the process
Her pauses are all she has, reflections of herself
The gaps in her sentences
A testament to the woman she wishes to be
under the tall mushrooms', in the day of gloom
I carried my fork and broom to run of the chick a boom
from my whom; darn morning sickness, that dragon's zoom kiss
as he reminisce and baked a swiss brownie bodice
as the cat in the tree miss a hiss and a p i. s... s... : )
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Languishing in
reasonable pains
Nine months labor.
......................................
In the outside
cherishing the inside
An asset in her womb.
......................................
They intermingled
human offspring sprung
their cardboard copy.
.....................................
Womb load
don't lean on fear
you will drop freely.
By: Charles Melody (Lightning Ink).
Limerick : Once a pregnant Teen saw a Barrister
Once a pregnant Teen saw a Barrister
Thought she recognised the future Father
So she set him a trap
He rushed into her lap
Now she’s stuck with Twins, says Solicitor.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
(This is a fictional poem)
I married at eighteen and soon became a dad.
My daughter was precious when she was born but lately she's made me mad.
She turned fifteen a few months ago and started seeing the wrong kind of guy.
She saw him behind my back and covered her tracks with lies.
She came to me last week and she was very blunt.
She looked me in the eyes and said that she's pregnant.
I tried to be sympathetic at first.
But she made the situation go from bad to worse.
She asked me to pay for an abortion and I thought that was vile.
There was no way that I was going to pay to abort my own grandchild.
The father was the guy she had courted.
She said it was him who wanted me to pay to have the baby aborted.
He actually had the nerve to come to my door.
He cussed me out and took a swing at me and I knocked him to the floor.
I hit him hard and I was about to have a fit.
I wasn't going to take this punk's ____.
That jerk had wore my patience extremely thin.
Since I broke his nose, I haven't saw him again.
Now my daughter wants to keep the baby and I'm glad.
I'd better get used to being called Granddad.
It's a shame that the baby came from that punk's seed.
I'm going to give my daughter love and all of the help she needs.
Mom , I am pregnant !
The guy I had sex with told me he loved me
But really , I was just another one of his patients !
As you stand above me
And listen to these rhymes
I know you will feel as if you wasted your time
Please mom , I know I screwed up
But please be there with me when the doctor tells me to pee in the cup
I’m scared mommy , please !
Be there with me
Through it all
I’m scared to make the call
This was the day my life began to fall
“ Baby , I’m pregnant “
“ What , its probably not mine . Can’t be “
“ Listen to me “
“ Bye , I gotta go “
Now your world is lonely and depressing
No more school , all you will be doing is stressing
These troubles are the trouble you go through as teen when you tell your mother that you
are . . . . pregnant
There was a child conceived by me. A future with her I could not see. I was young, I was scared. Wasn't sure that I cared. But still I carried this child with worry and fear.
2 weeks late and tired as hell. The contractions started, of that I could tell. But still my struggle went on and on, almost 50 hours of labor, and
I could not stay strong. The doctor said I could finally push. Although
I was exhausted, I did what I could. And before I expected, I heard a faint cry. I was so happy, I started to cry.
This baby I wasn't sure I could take, the fear, stress, and caused all of my strife. Was all that I wanted for the rest of my life!
There was a child conceived by me. A future with her I could not see. I was young, I was scared. Wasn't sure that I cared. But still I carried this child with worry and fear.
2 weeks late and tired as hell. The contractions started, of that I could tell. But still my struggle went on and on, almost 50 hours of labor, and
I could not stay strong. The doctor said I could finally push. Although
I was exhausted, I did what I could. And before I expected, I heard a faint cry. I was so happy, I started to cry.
This baby I wasn't sure I could take, the fear, stress, and caused all of my strife. Was all that I wanted for the rest of my life!
What shall I say to her?
What if she knows?
Can she tell that I carry another soul?
As I wonder what would I tell mom...
All these thoughts paced through my head,
I should have NEVER laid in his bed...
Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...
He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...
I was weak a young victim a surely misled...
When I confessed to my mother,
That I had slept with my lover,
And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...
Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...
Days turned into months,
My belly stuck out further in front...
Finally we spoke today,
She said "When is he due?"
I replied "This May the 8th."
She said "She loves me!"
That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"
For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...
My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...
Mummy, are you sitting down?
No need to sob or gasp or frown
There's something you should know today
I promise, swear I'll be okay
Your little girl is all grown up
a gift, a life, feels so corrupt
still in shock myself you see
...I swear he only touched my knee.....
27th May 2011
“Mom…. I’m Pregnant!”
From the time I held my baby
in my arms…
I made a vow to “protect her from all harm.”
She was indeed a wonderful bundle of joy…
And during her life, has been a gift for us to enjoy.
She's been the focus of much of our attention,
Trying to provide for her
“timely” correction.
As a father, many thoughts entered my mind…
I wanted to be attentive to her,
patient and kind.
As she's gone through
her teenage years…
I thought of what perhaps is a parent’s #1 “fear.”
Then one day... “Mom I’m pregnant” were spoken...
At first, my heart was sad and “broken.”
“I didn’t raise her to be “crazy and wild…”
“How could this happen to a wonderful child?”
I realized that in spite of everything
parent’s will do.
There’s no telling what their
children will put them through.
I gave her a hug and all of the
support I could give…
Everything she’s been through…
God will forgive!
With all that has happened in her life…
One day she’ll make someone a wonderful wife!
Dear Lord, please help my daugher to see...
How precious she is to her mother and me!
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In front of her body is a baggage
counting through the months she pray
the child kicks in its watery garage
creating its own bond and wanting to play
mama loves him, though to her, he is blind
fertility prepares in ablution
more great seeds in the hope of a rewind
like blessing this full present ignition
mall after mall for any baby bay
to shop for the new entry with all dime
preparing the road to open the way
anything less is a maternal crime
stress pricks the body like a little blade
this great hope ensures it will not fade.