Labor Birth Poems
These Labor Birth poems are examples of Birth poems about Labor. These are the best examples of Birth Labor poems written by international poets.
The Circle of Life
birth, death, god, heaven, memory,
The last song faded and a silence ensued,
The last step was danced and bows taken,
Her heart beat it's last and now she sleeps.
The last bullet...
birth, absence, abuse, anger, betrayal,
Out of despair man was bred
To be cared for was the aim
Striving to become gods, man lost it
The love once shared now forfeit
birth, emotions, happiness,
Precious child you were born blue with an apgar score of
only two, not breathing. Your mommy struggled long to
give you life with great...
birth, anger, beautiful, character, creation,
I am refreshing as a cool summer's breeze that blows down from the mountains.
I am a great childhood memory as grandma's ice tea and...
A Hospital Hoot
A Hospital Hoot!
Twas a freezing winter that year!
Drove in a fright that dark, starless night.
Car sliding all over slick, Chicago ice.
Was having labor pains, please...
Unsung Laborers Day Of Humanity
appreciation, birth, celebration, child,
Unsung Laborers Day of Humanity!
Hail to the unsung laborers who labor every day for a year, and at least up to eighteen more years!
birth, mythology, philosophy, surreal,
Each of us is an infant seized
In the moment of labor spent.
We each are Samson, stained, restrained,
Chained between the pillars that confine us.
The womb of...
Common Thread first strand za
birth, 12th grade, 9th grade,
alternate long worded title – the grudge holder from one generation to the next for all intents and purposes remains the same, and thus interestingly...
The birth of a mother
baby, birth, care, cry,
Inside the darkness of womb,
like a closed bud, yet to bloom.
Buried deep in a watery tomb,
my life pulsed...I knew no gloom.
My comfort zone, my cozy...
Six-Word Couplet Series -June 2018
addiction, birth, math, peace,
In the womb
In labor, boom!
Her he enabled
Now she's disabled
Travel to Mars
Next stop stars
Don't be hysterical
It's only numerical
Long awaited summit
Ascend or plummet?
Hooked on drugs
a belated CC Das Kapital Wicked Candle Box event for Karl Marx
birth, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
birth, art, baby, beautiful, best
Who's works are restored
to be heard like words of nighten gales
those evening ladies too want
to have there name spoken
not against there lovers
but with there lovers
Okay, I'm Ready, What's Step Two
baby, birth, children, father,
I followed the recipe on the first meal,
Cooked for my wonderful new expectant bride.
Focused on ingredients, prepared with zeal,
I baked it too long, it came...
Parenthood A Gift
birth, child, love, mother,
Nine months I carried and waited
for you to come into the world
so I could hold you in my arms.
I knew you were in my womb...
beautiful, birth, conflict, courage,
We have heard it said before
That the soul beats on
Long after the heart has tired in its mortal labor
Where will our songs go
birth, blessing, child,
When I woke up one morning;
I knew there was something.
The feeling was too drowsy.
Every moment became lazy.
I chewed everything;
Grilled, sweets, pasta and all appetizing.
The Providentiality of Farming in Giantvillism - Page 1
birth, adventure, art, best friend,
The Providentiality of Farming in Giantvillism
Eccentric people with their characteristics and ways must move forward to a more defined place.
The climate enriches the Earth...
The Light of Amitabha
birth, age, art, august, beautiful,
Upon the earth and within men’s hearth
All wander to labor when Helios beams
And slumber and dream to the gleam of Selene
Above Meru’s height...
beauty, birth, celebration, happy
I Awaken a child
to the nearness of my mother;
Feeling her breath of warmth--
(apparent is the joy
on her face
a labor well done);
my eyes maturing
The Skeletons And Songs Of Samsara - 2
birth, death, life,
In the heart where your naivety resides
you wonder what haunts the sun
and why pain enjoys your childhood eyes,
when you see warm blood run
then you know...