Birthing Poems - Poems about Birthing

When finally those quickened hours come that crept unseen behind tomorrow's door, and waves of yesterdays upon me pour ~ few secrets left of just what might become. In frost, the rush to harvest summer's yield, when all of youth would break the vines of spring, it seems an instant ~ now at last they cling, impatient souls await in vineyard fields. In...

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The 10-Year-Old Birthing My fondest memory of them all was the day I could read the word “vegetable.” At 10 years old I had reached an age where I made up my own words for the printed page, from pictures, my stories to be had. My non-reader state was very sad. But, a Reading Specialist, Ms. Mary Lou Redd, ignited the process,...

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Writing my first Sonnet was like a pregnancy. I knew I wanted to give birth to one and took on the parental responsibility knowing it wouldn't... or shouldn't take nine months. There'd been no morning sickness nausea but there were times when I wanted to change my mind. "Too bad, kiddo," I thought. "You gotta see this through. because you...

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To carry a child in your womb And then allow nature to bloom As you swell now like blue moon And there’s a crowd in the birthing room For one born in the midst of June Dr nurses swaddle and swoon Heart of God is this art maroon Mothers pain replaced by a tune Lullaby for cries to meet her soon Mother and tribe...

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Thanking our Father For Himself and Our Earthen father Why? Because He made me so Is divinely intertwined In an earthen vessel. Fearfully and wonderfully made You’re dear and precious! Thank God for His purpose. Thank God for His purpose Thank God for His purpose Blessed, blessings to you Beloved. Always, always, always Thanking our Father For Himself and Our...

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'Twas the night before Christmas of sheer delight As hospital nurses beamed with joyful zest To cheer mothers in their delivery quest Assisting them to labor devoid of fright. Pretty nurse kept singing “Silent Night” midst bliss Hoping festive serenity to prevail Against screams of first time moms who did wail Then “Joy to the World” echoed, no one could miss. Mindful nurse...

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Sometimes it feels as if I am carrying it as a child in its womb. It is yet unformed, but it has searching plasmid eyes that see in the dark. It is unnamed and dispersed as threads and fragments, but I sense its weight. In the beginning (that ‘beginning’ is always nebulous), there is an impulse, a motive pressure that cannot yet be...

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There once was a birthing person from Perth He/She/It battled quite a hefty girth Couldn't sit, so she squatted Reputation mud-spotted But oh man, could she push when she gave birth...

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My friend said, “Happy Birthing Day!” I couldn’t help but grin Because this marks the date in which My son’s life did begin. Some memories leap out at me – I know just what I wore And the way I woke my brother As we headed out the door. He had come to visit, hoping He’d be there to celebrate The arrival of his...

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Mermaids and Mermen are given a choice you see Whether to lay eggs or have a live birth in the sea. Each one makes her wishes known in a dream. It is promptly granted by the Mermaid Wishing team. Some choose laying eggs, for it gives more chances. Many mermaid babies will hatch southern sea wind dances. Others choose a live...

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There’s a boy in the cellar with a stone in his mouth. In the stone is a bird. In the bird is a future unhatched, unborn, unclean. Unbeknownst to the world, he is dead. In the dark there is laughter from faces unseen. It is here you will stay and alone in this place you will dwell. With them. With it....

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You have led my course through fractured lanes. Your groaning ballad my only light. Kill blessings from stained lips safely float our steps. Where would I be without you Michael? Crow mother lies broken at our hand. Eyes, lips and tongue smeared on stone. ‘You are just like me,’ she bleats through shattered teeth. Thank you feathered protector, my septic pedagogue. Poisoned Papa...

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Night…to Morning ————————————- Very often, my night hours Keep awake, Keep their occurrence Until morning’s rise, Keep their words Under darkness…and Their poems wait, Disregarding Inspiration from The luminant moon In favor of the sun’s birthing day. I keep my sleep’s dreams abloom In the acres of gently waving, Vibrant yellow, Billions of sunflower Petals Opened...

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder To another, the slashing strikes of cold water Startling my every careful leap, place to place, Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless In an utter joy of intense sensation over sun-sprinkled Spots so bright against the...

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"Birthing the Vortex" the complexities of a myth borne from the birth of amorphous seat in dark matter brain storming dimensions never seen merely guessed, intuitive, unblessed visage of a lost majesty she’s returning to true self all wrapped up in the 5th gossamer hidden in the strong arms of a dream satin legs tangled against a burning show and tell fevered and ravenous...

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