Birth Poems | Birth Poetry and the Celebration of Life

Father

Father
Lord of manner I shall not weep from
backwords she can't gavel
above her the beast
hateful of beauty in arrival
to learn the day 
to burn the way
opened eye must, alone
become a sacrifice
not to a throne she bevels
his edge lower and unaware
the liberty of private war
she alas will declare
this and thou
is how we leave the tombs
handled over too

Rebirth

carve it out of me 
lay me down gently and open me up
the pouring blood
the burning skin
what a sweet relief

bury your hands in my chest
hunt it 
seize it
eradicate 

at last purified 
I can walk this earth in a sacred body 

how did it feel to taste rebirth Lazarus?
it’s death

Inner Child

You're never too old
to be young
at heart
even Freud was Jung
from the very start
altho' childbirth
is a labour of love
it's all in the swing
of things
and to about-face
child discipline
is strictly a case
of heir conditioning

Flirty Room

Here's a romantic epic poem based on your description, in the specified style and poetic devices:

Amidst the urban sprawl of concrete and steel, Where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows real, We find ourselves drawn to the lake's gentle shore, A tranquil oasis from the city's frantic roar.

Our indulgence begins with first-class flights, Gazing out at

yellow sunrise

birth me a sunrise
yellow rays that bring new hope~
banish grief and gloom

My Wife's Affair - poem 10

Empty Guinness bottles
reminders of what 
I am trying to forget.
Litter my family room table
like cockroaches 
that are not afraid of the light.

Birth

I'm buried with  child 

As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming 
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers 
As my knees are pale of beliefs 
The strategy of enlightenment 
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith

I am still becoming 
With nothing in hand 

But

A sharp narrative to

AMERICA REBORN

America was reborn, and it learned a lot of lessons, like not everyone wants to carry its flag. Some even want to burn the American flag and replace it with their flag. 
America was reborn, with lessons and blood and words that burned, making thoughts run like wildfire through the towns. It was kind of

Bloodlines

Bloodlines 

Family lineages relatives we call Elders, Uncles, Aunts, 
Cousins,  Brothers, Sisters. Bloodlines 

Inherited unspoken patterns of generational dysfunction. 

Did you Inherited any anxieties,  gossiping,  vexation?

Judgements creating cycles that's hard to escape from.

Transcends from kin to kin, a proportion of ancestors 
that are undisclosed prior to the present time.

Moreover the bloodlines inheritance

From The Workship Collection Joe My Belvoed Beau

My parents did not know  

About  Joe 

My beloved beau  

And what the maturing character did  

Making him a heroic paternal twit   

One day with spring in the air  

Did not have a care  

Joe  

My beloved beau 

Visited General Dollar  

Feeling the tightness to

The Poet's Vigil

In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.

He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.

A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.

In solitude,
he builds worlds

Manifesting

From dusk to dusk, dawn to dawn,
My desires and dreams, they do spawn.
I manifest the earthly wealth
And call to me immortal health.

My joy and passion I call to thee,
Bring that of which that makes me, me.
I am one to love without measure,
And receive in gratitude human pleasure.

Confidence and strength overflowing in me,
I break through the

Coming and Going

                              Creating               
         

Unexplainable

Unexplainable 

Generations comes forth, Generations passing.

People acknowledging personal memoirs, 
Reflections with the truth, No assumptions.

Accommodations inexplicable,  unlike experiences. 

Delays of Mysteries are similar when a loved one
transcends  to another dimension they often see
things unexplainable that the breathing can't see or
explain. 

Whilst the Sun and Moon not only rises and sets
Non-existent is concealed. 

Rebirth:

Aspects of the Past

That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if it is a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!

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