Best Unborn Poems
Unborn tomorrows..
Disguise unknown sorrows
Leaving hearts full..
Not empty and hollow
Unborn tomorrows..
Always send a rainbow smile
After dark clouds..
Have had their while
Unborn tomorrows..
Leave room for dreams to grow
Even ones forgotten..
So long ago
Unborn tomorrows..
Give all a second chance
To rekindle..
Lost romance
Unborn tomorrows..
Provide opportunity to say thank you
I love you..
And appreciate all you do
Unborn tomorrows..
Give a chance to say
I'm sorry I acted that way..
I don't always mean everything I say
Unborn tomorrows..
Are like life itself
Breathe in and out..
Nothing else
Just assuming the next one will come
Until the last one and then it's done..
So breathe deep and let it go..
If tomorrow doesn't come, you'll never know..
For God is love....
©Donna Jones
* I heard the phrase unborn tomorrow a long long time ago on an old western show when I was a kid..I thought it was beautiful and still do...
I raise my voice and rage a fight
for little children trashed and thrown.
Sweet little coos and burps never heard,
the printed mittens never sewn.
These tiny children wanted to play,
and be held and cradled so near.
To hear Mommy say,” I cherish you”,
and lullabies to wipe dark night’s fear.
Their marble eyes never touched the sun,
never touched a rubber ducky in soapy arms.
Never had a chance to shriek those circus smiles,
or twiddle Grandpa’s warm violin thumbs .
Their tiny breaths chopped in a moment,
with pierce of the sharp metal they expired.
Were they able to shout silent screams?
Or trapped in a cocoon where they can’t hide.
Their pink little fingers stopped squirming,
Heart beats blocked fading black and blue,
The luster of many decades of unlived joy gone.
Is this the most convenient thing to do?
And there go more of abrupt conceptions,
Unborn babies are gifts from God to behold.
The love for children has no need for shame, for guilt
As news of birth is the greatest wonder ever told.
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Contest of Scribe Marlon: Unborn Babies Dream
By nette onclaud
twisters swirl
nest graveyards ‘neath fallen trees
birds mourn their unborn
The Unborn Child
I wonder will they let me in?
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.
Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.
Oh God, I’ll make them love me,
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.
I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be
BORN.
Thinking myself unborn
I can’t help
Wondering what the
State of non-being
Must be like
If opposites attract
And that’s a
Naturally occurring fact
Then perhaps it
Stands to reason
Darkness is out
Of season when
Light comes pouring
In like sweet
Summer shower rains
But not if
Existence doesn’t matter
And all is
Nothing more important
Than the unborn
Dreams of many
Not yet shattered
Such as the
Un-poetic poetry posing
Like masquerading mannequins
In storefront windows
And songs unsung
By the old
Masters who were
Never allowed to
Create something new
Because they too
Were left unborn
And every breath
They never breathed
Is still waiting
Patiently for them
In the airy
Skies where birds
Nest and fly
And the leaves
Bend and bow
Knowing strangely somehow
They’re not alone
And when fall
Comes calling them
Back once more
To the ground
Whence they came
They never complain
No need to
Explain to them
The reason for
Their own mortal
Worth which is
Nothing less than
Their miraculous living
Dying and gratifying
Moment of pure
Unimaginably timeless un-birth.
(WHY I KEEP LIVING)
She is light skin
blonde hair with curls
a perfect mixture of our different racial spring.
A gap in between her front teeth
and two tiny dimples on her cheeks.
Haha!
She is so beautiful and fragile
very intelligent and sweet.
She has a castle in the garden
she believes she is Cinderella.
My unborn princess Mia.
I dreamed of her ever since i was sixteen.
at nineteen i thought this was it
only i had no groom.
so when he put a ring on it on my 21st birthday
i knew it would be anytime soon.
But when we went our separate ways an year after that
it was another doom.
Now am 24,turning 25yrs soon
and i think i have found the right Mon.
But with all the distance and miles separating us
i think it will take a few passing of the moon.
Each night before i drift off
i close my eyes
place my hand on the tummy
and listen as her tiny legs tries to kick it off.
Each dawn when i wake
i kiss 'Mia the teddy' on the forehead
as i shall each day when we wake.
I live for that soft wail
when doctors cut that tail.
I live for the bite of her first set of teeth
announcing she is about to outgrow my ****.
I breath for the day she calls me 'mama'!
I breath for the day she runs down those stairs
without my arms as her guide and armor.
I breath for that scared innocent look
when i let go of her hand on her first day to school.
I fight for the day she comes home crying
with her first heart break.
I fight for the day those tall legs makes a win on the run way
granting her a career through break.
I live for the day she reach the teens
start to see me as her evil twin.
I breath for the day my baby girl walks down the aisle
with pride besides her father all glamorous and in style.
I fight for the day she hit forty
and everything she feels becomes a fight.
I live for the day she will comb my gray hair
tuck me to bed with a kiss on my forehead
as i once did to her.
I breath for the day i shall dies
old,toothless and with a smile
because i know she will be standing by.
I live, breath and fight to live
till she is live
right here in my life.
A plea of the unborn child to its mother.
Wake Me Up
When the time is ripe, awaken me!
I long to see your world.
How many blessings there will be;
They're soon to be unfurled!
I'll see you with my eager eyes,
Your soothing voice I'll hear.
One day I'll thank Jehovah God
that you have kept me near.
I want to grasp your finger, please,
and feel your warm embrace.
I want to heartily reflect
the smile upon your face.
I want to learn to walk and talk
and say my ABC's.
I want to learn of animals
and count my 123's.
I'll learn these things if you teach me,
yes, I will learn them so.
I'll hug you tightly every day
and never let you go.
I'll need your comfort when I cry;
At times, life can be rough.
However, I think you will find
Your love will be enough.
In fact, I'll bring you days of joy
where you are feeling pain,
and just as you have cared for me,
You'll see me do the same.
When time is ripe, please, let me live;
I want to wake up too!
I want to live a joyful life.
I want to cherish you.
Please wake me up when time has come.
Please don't send me away.
A precious gift you now possess
Miraculous each day!
Chanté Walker
2/22/20
Jesus Christ loves all of the unborn children.
No matter who or where they are.
Red, yellow, black, brown, and white.
They are wonderful in his sight.
Jesus Christ loves all of the unborn children's.
Every where throughout all of the world.
Rich or poor, they are the ones he most adores.
They are truly wonderful in his sight.
Jesus Christ loves all of the unborn children.
Every where throughout all of the world.
Lower income or middle class. He loves
every lad and every lass.
Jesus Christ loves all of the unborn children.
Every where throughout all of the world.
Higher or lower social class. Those who come
in first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth or last.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 14, 2020
Spock will be born January 6, 2230
He has no sons or daughters
Blood type: T-negative
T-negative is a rare vulcanic blood type
Until now it has been difficult
to find a blood donor
A fantasy world ... a "kick"
A game behind a hard plaster mask
It's not only about dragons or elves
Is the universe and life a simulation?
By pressing the Y button, you enter the magic mode
Spock will die on "New Vulcan" in 2263
You manipulate the game using the A and X buttons
... at the expense of others
03.04.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Mother; Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know I wasn’t part of the plan
And uncertainty is all I bring-
To a being who’s too young to take on steeper responsibilities
To a being who had set this plan for another time
To a being whose life holds no stability of any kind
Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
My intention isn’t to cause wrinkles to form in your heart
The myriad questions straining your mind
Or to see you with that far-away gaze
For our lives are intertwined -what pains you pains me also
Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know you are under a lot of pressure
From my father who seems to see this the only way out
Your parents, how to narrate a tale that will break their hearts
The society, how to face their piercing watch and talk
Or the pain of the inhumane ordeal that you went through
Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I would jump out of the haven of your womb-
If only to fill your loneliness with my little embrace
And wipe the sorrow in your eyes with my little fingers
If only to fill your mind with hopeful pictures of what I could be:
Maybe a doctor, a pilot, a teacher, a scientist, a famous artist
Or a leader from a young age who you’d be proud of-
I know this would surely make your heart smile
Mother;Before you do it
I know you’re not a big fan of me now
But like you, God also chose me
And He chose you to carry me
And if He’s been faithful in sustaining you this far
His faithfulness will never depart from our live
So before you do it mother, rethink
And hear this prayer of your unborn-
Give me a chance to live
©GraceM Composition
We saw the ultrasound of your unborn child
Early this morning, still awakening
When at the speed of light
It raced across the internet finding its way
Into our home and hearts.
Your mother began to cry and I
Was stunned and stupefied
At the reality of it all, remembering when
You were one time just so small.
I wondered about all the unseen and inexplicable forces
Conspiring and converging to create this new life
Inside you now. I wonder how
Time could have raced away so rapidly leaving
All those yesterdays turn to dust
While you grew up in front of us.
Thankfully, as the infinitesimally small
Photographic figure in this ultrasound shows, something
Of our hopes, dreams and love grows
Like fruit of the vine and nectar
Of God’s eternal sea of goodness and grace shining
Down on our humanity.
This evening when the sun sinks low
We’ll still be aglow with thoughts of you
No longer one but two
Hearts beating together
In rhyme and rhythm. Your mother and I
Could never be happier for you and this new found
Miracle we’ve been given.
Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad
Dad I am your guiltless
and innocent unborn daughter
who is anxious to step in your house
will you please give birth to your daughter
Will you be happy on my arrival
probably not, because the daughter is a curse
but I promise you that
I will never be the cause of your grief and sorrow
I want to enjoy my childhood
in your lovely and caring arms and
look at the beaming rainbow in the horizon
but if you let me enter your gracious heart
Dad will you pamper me as much as my brother
the moon and the stars I do not want
just wish to behold them
while shining in the moonlight night
Dad will my this dream come true
Holding your hand on the river bank
I also want to see
the mischief of the colourful fish
I want to touch the stream of water
Dad just let me step in your house
I also want to see the flowers
blooming in the colorful spring
want to feel the rustle of the icy wind
want to hear the tingling of the leaves
Want to feel the weather chimes
I want to enjoy all this with my papa
only if you let me step in your house
Peacock dancing in the monsoon
Cuckoo's melodious sound
chirping sparrow in the shade of banyan
I want to enjoy everything with
my loving, kind hearted and caring papa
Dad I promise you that
I will never disappoint you
nor let you ever humiliate
never will I demand birthday gift nor
will I insist on Barbie Doll
one day you will surely feel pride
by giving birth to your unborn daughter
but if you open the doors
of your merciful heart for me
But Dad you also promise that
you will not let this bud wither away
before it blossoms in your garden
I am passionate
I am excited
I am anxious to bloom in your courtyard
Dad will you pamper your sweetheart angel
and tickle her rosy cheeks with tender fingers
(By Kishan Negi)
MY CHILD, I SPEAK TO YOU FROM THE GRAVE
I AM YOUR MOTHER, A BLACK WOMAN OF PRESTIGE
YOUR FATHER ABANDONED US
EAT, DRINK FROM MY WOMB
NOURISHED MY NUTRIENTS OF FRUITS
I CAN'T GIVE YOU LIFE, MY CHILD
I DON'T WON'T YOU BORN
I FEEL THE FETUS OF YOU GROWING INSIDE OF ME
LIFE IS WHAT YOU NOT TO SEE OF ME
THE EMBYRO OF YOU IS GONE
ALL MY SEEDS IS DESTOYED FROM YOU
YOU HAVE NO NAME
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
HEAR MY VOICE, MY CHILD
I'M SPEAKING TO YOU FROM MY WOMB
YOUR LIFE WILL BE GONE
YOUR BIRTH FLUSHED FROM MY BODY
LOOK UP AT ME, MY CHILD FROM MY WOMB
I AM NO LONGER YOUR MOTHER
YOU ARE NOW A UNBORN CHILD
My unborn baby is dreaming, I feel the kicks
I can see the hand print, my stomach is moving
I wanna see your dreams, feel if your happy inside
Satisfy with all I do, on the outside, baby don't cry
My innocent, tiny beautiful soul, I holding your heart
Mommy feels you, while I sleep, and dream of you
Dreaming flowers and birds, so you may sleep at peace
I read you a book or sing you a song, so you may be at ease
Relax in your cascade, so I may hold you in my arms
Making your dreams, my dreams, our dreams
Shhh
Unborn baby, is dreaming, I feel the kicks
DEAR MOM, RUDE WOMAN
I WILL HATE YOU TILL HEAVEN
YOU RUDE WOMAN !...
YOU KILLED ME!
AS U WANTED TO BE
A MOTHER OF A SON
AND U MADE A RUN
TO THE ABORTION CAMP....
DEAR FATHER..
DO NOT HARBOUR
DREAMS OF HEAVEN
FOR THERE IS A PLACE IN HELL
YOU CAN LIVE REALLY WELL
TELL MY BROTHERS
ABOUT HIS UNBORN SISTER
DEAD IN THE HOSPITAL...
DEAR PARENTS
SATANS TENANTS !
HOLY CURSE
UGLY NURSE!
YOU HIRED HER
TO SHUT ME UP !
'TELL MY BROTHERS
IN CASE YOU HAVE ANOTHER
THAT HE HAD A SISTER
UNBORN SISTER !
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WHY DOES INDIA GRAPPLES WITH HIGHEST FEMALE GENOCIDE?.....I AM NOT SORRY
IF I HAVE OFFENDED.............