Childless Poems - Poems about Childless

The childless future The modern way of living has made us soft we forget life is a struggle to survive  when we are safe and have reached the top of the pyramid, the long view that is  short and has in its grasp emptiness with no more mountains to climb, we sink into apathy because we have it all and having it...

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The sad problem was Hannah's ova. Once they form a baby tears over: Goal which had made her man rover Around good clinics now hover... Placed on Tiger nut and Guava Locked semen is opened Louvre Then, Doctor traced cause to Hannah, Soon after return from Ghana And it was a blow: Hammer, From husband a lifted comma. So, the drugs should not Fred cover, Rather...

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Every month, ovulating Yearning, breathing in and out In and out, breathing – inhaling Exhaling, panting, gasping Yearning, begging, pleading Please, God, please! Every month, echoing The past months, the years The tears adding up, rivers Of yearning, hopes shattered Moons coming and going, Hearts breaking, interrupting The prayers for a small cry, Every month, praying, praying Imploring God for a child Little eyes, small fingers, toes To count and...

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None rankle me like a parent so blind, he or she that see what they choose to see. O readers, I beg of that rudest kind must they breed so damn prolifically? A time to be seen, a time to be heard, such should be the nature of kids and kings - and patience tempered...

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A Blossoming fig splashed with sunlight to paint it Green, rooted the earth against the winds, branches stretched Abroad, To cool with the breeze, traveling stems, fresh leaves on, like wig on a lawyer's yet childless its bore, though chastised by its season, and caressed by nature. He traveled from afar to get close to it Bathed in Baptism, slept the forests Walked ages, seasoned the days period the...

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Having a child is a blessing and not by efforts or will and wealth Neither by only health and strength It’s like the air that all the time blows Towards any direction it pleases, it blows Having children is fun But comes when it is timed to come like the sun Man is not responsible if it decides to shine or...

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Epigrams/Epitaphs Childless by Michael R. Burch How can she bear her grief? Mightier than Atlas, she shoulders the weight of one fallen star. *** Laughter’s Cry by Michael R. Burch Because life is a mystery, we laugh and do not know the half. Because death is a mystery, we cry when one is gone, our numbering thrown awry. *** Long Division by Michael R. Burch All things become one Through...

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You say you went childless, so where are your riches? All wrapped up in numbers or locked in a vault You say you went childless, but where is your fortune? You’ve already been forgotten —your grave has been robbed (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)...

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There was once a childless donkey she desired a baby of her own womb she sat and thought all day and all night “I know I do not have eggs in my womb why can’t I borrow eggs from chicken If I swallow them I will become pregnant.” Chicken took her wishes with passion several eggs donkey was given in a...

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Sijo 3 it’s so pitiful to watch/the childless woman go there with no baby as before/look at the darkening sky ...

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There's a name for me Involuntary childless And I can't escape this It's everywhere I look Being an involuntary childless Made my pain too real It's everywhere I go Stalking me like an unwanted lover Under the sheets Creeping up when asleep Dreaming a fat belly, glowing perfectly I cried a day I suppose I expect more But now there's a name for me Charities I never knew others...

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The Childless Mother You once had a mother And how was she? She was gentle, kind and caring, As gracious as could be. And you? You played house, You dressed your dolls, You took them for walks in their prams You gave them their bottles, And you rocked them to sleep. But now, you know, You’ll never be a mother, You experience anguish, hurt and pain, Which our...

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Somewhere, Under a savage sun, A sterile plane sleeps In sad spoil, the storms Recoil in stiff silence As sand serpents sweat To non-existence. The explorer’s lens Can not collect its far shores, Where, he’s left to suspect, A brimming river flows. Not a tool can tell His escape. No utensil to Turn his sick spirits well. The skies are broken, ...

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The Childless The childless are not only those That has not protruding stomach experienced However, they are part of it The childless are not only those That theirs’ fell like a leaf eaten by maggot Yet they make up this group The childless are not only those Whose offspring cross the seas? And have their brains formatted I agree they are childless The childless are not...

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