Best Womb Poems

Oh baby! 
Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails
that make you a part of this earth's tales. 

But,
No one talks about what hassle you undergo
In your 9-month-long journey when you're all solo. 

I understand what you are going through inside your mom, my lollipop.
I can...

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     Womb Tomb

The baby loved the heart music of her mother to be!
She heard the water running
all over Mommy’s body and
breast, 
As she listened so ever so intently!

“One day I will see Mother’s lovely, happy face.
It is getting way too small...

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dawn's pregnant womb opens -
grasses dew-pearl strung

Copyright, November 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Life giving womb, silent and sacred
mystical, blood red embryo connected
cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.

Enclosed in the confines of limited space
haven from the world, as yet unknown 
unborn life, feeding moment by moment
living lines and altering shapes, ever reliant.

Cover the little child,...

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Quiz Contest question    
define God in a word
"Mom" won first prize

If Mom equals God 
why nowhere temples for Mom?
"Womb" is her temple 

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By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011

For Soup Contest 
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Earlier : 7th Place in Members Contest - Senryu for Mom by Francine Robert

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The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through...

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We’re breeding filth to teach them how to further destroy ourselves. Oroboros screaming louder than any Pentecostal. Penetrating deeper than any Catholic priest. We consume to further this consummation of decay. The brood awakens so we may teach them how to destroy themselves. Curse the...

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Woman, discarded remnant of Adam?
Fe-male, not to be given her own name;
her own identity, other than, a part?

Receptacles, empty bowls, hollow holes,
to be filled only with necessary roles?

Necessary for man.
Primero uno, cock of the walk,
strutting, scratching, with his third leg dangling.

Womb man, so they, the...

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Womb of existence 

Drum of God, cosmic current,
vibration omnipresent 
manifests prismatic hues,
flowing until desire glues.

Stagnation thus is the cause
that puts flow of life on pause.
Free will once boon, is now bane,
ignorance, cause of our pain.

In the womb of existence,
ego offers resistance,
which is but our own...

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Sentinels were gathered upon the pond

   dressed in their best green beau monde'

Waiting to herald the birth of first bloom

   as twins were whelped from Lily's womb...

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Within the womb the miracle lay
Waiting for the appropriate day
To, at chance, enjoy the start,
A life in which to grow in heart

From the day that child was here
Learned to love and pray, no fear
Continued growth in solemn ways
Praying for eternal days

Unto the tomb, the body...

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choke my womb
with your
toddlerd
thoughts
catch my breath
as you watch
my words
rot
run
like
coward
yellowd belly fled
glimpses
of
word in head
freelance riddler'ing
middle-class pauper-erity
heathens featherd features
eons beyond fleas on the dog
love me again beyond all wrong
slaughter another hotter hatter
make me mad'der than a mat
lay me under flying on rug
give me vital fetal hugs
touching my...

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The Darkness of Cold Oceans Dwelling Deepest

Into the utter darkness of cold oceans dwelling deepest,
there is far beyond any glimmer of hope an outer limit
that defines a dark realm of the true supernatural reality
existing beyond any iota of human understanding on Earth.

In this dark realm...

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Catch the Clouds
	As they drift by
The moist mist kissed
	In dream blue high
Catch the clouds in
	The sweet salt snare of
A woman’s womb
	A cozy room
Catch the clouds 
	If you care
Catch the moist seed
	Plant it deep
Bring the moist need
	From its 
		Dreamy sleep...

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Bury me not to rot deep in the bowels of earth,
all alone in the cold, silent, dank wetness of dirt.
For the very first day I awoke before birth
I was floating in the warm sea of the womb, so alert
to my mother's warm body fluid, soothing...

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