Miscarriage Poems - Poems about Miscarriage

My hypothalamus is haunting me. An empty crib. A bump that will never grow. Love authenticity, you will always be a part of me. A ghost in the hallways. Your heart beat in my deepest quetiapine dreams. A scan that will never show your sweetest echo. Father, why would you make me bleed the love so pure? I lost my voice from speaking...

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Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter, the sound of little feet, though you are lost, I know you are not, My baby we'll meet again, my heart was broken for you, I'm sulking the child I'll never meet, pitter-patter, pitter-patter the sound of an angels feet, pitter-Patter pitter-patter, my Baby one day ill meet....

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A poem, I just wrote now. To my son, Samuel Khairuddin Mrs. Khairuddin, you are pregnant! Those joyous words, Made my dreams come true, Wanting this since I was 6 years old, A born Mother, Some said, In training for 33 years. "Don't get too excited It's really early in the pregnancy". Then all of a sudden, Pain, Disbelief, Blind hope, The bad news, The tiny hope, The blood test, The worst...

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GASP OF AIR Death claims all the Victory In this life given to me. It owns the very parts of Me Which mingled with One’s chemistry To build a brand new entity, Just to have him ripped from me. Who was the enemy? My own womb, specifically Betrayed us all, ejecting This tiny piece of Humanity. Scrap to you? Not to me. I still...

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I never seen your smile I never heard your cry, You where here only for a moment, and only God knows why. A piece of me you took with you on that tragic day, In pieces I am left because you could not stay. A thousand are in memories that we will never make, Until we...

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Raindrops rolling down windows Like tears streaming down cheeks Scattered showers above rolling meadows From tired eyes pains weeps Through fields of wildflowers The sun peers, peeking through clouds of gray I could walk hand in hand for hours My only wish being that you’d have stayed Torn away like a ripped page Through sands of time agony winds Laid to rest in an early...

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YÉMIÍTÀN If you would stay do stay Please tease me no longer My body, no more can bear But my heart, yet still craves My womb you make hollow My hopes many times dashed How can you be so heartless With visits that never last Yémiítàn, my precious child This foolery is so much pain Desist your antics my child A mother can no longer bear You prey...

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For those of us who take the dart to the heart with a smile There's no one who gets to see our melting points They shut their eyes just like we veil our cries And everyone pretends nothing's out of order. In all this pretence of normalisation Somewhere inside us the pieces keep shattering down While people keep coming around Giving a little extra...

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My God, My God, I feel broken and bruised. I'm trying to understand but my emotions are confused. I have so many questions that all start with why? Why did I miscarry? Why did the baby die? My God, My God, I know that you are good. I believe you have a plan, I just wish I understood. How could I lose a baby? When you're...

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Morbidly ironic Profoundly apologetic To the body that has carried me Despite the rigorous decrees I issued over you Knowing the stress and restrictions followed were of my own volition Here I now kneel, begging the same body I so begrudgingly belittled and bullied The body that I starved and overworked The body I intentionally cut and bruise and...

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sixth of six children my parents conceived I was second to survive written 26 Aug 2020...

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------------------ Four little empty chairs Four pairs of little hands Around our table In my imagination Little daughters and sons That could not quite come In their failed gestation Eight exotic eyes in pairs Never to be woman or man Shining bright like in fables Hold their father's rapture As if they'd been born And not instead torn By man or nature's fracture Tragedies we share Our young family plan Was made...

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Once upon a time, there lived a young woman. She was tall with soft blue eyes and wispy blonde hair. She was married to a nice young man. He was less tall and had almond brown eyes and hazelnut curls to match. They lived in a tiny home in a tiny town, and they were...

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Today we should have met you We should have held you close But the angels all had other plans They needed you the most I hope you know we love you We always will, for evermore The pain will never go away But with time, will be less raw We know you aren’t alone there You have family...

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Moon, Full moon, Full moon, monthly. Moon, woman, Full moon, woman, Full moon, woman, monthly. Moon, woman, Full moon, full woman. Round moon, Round woman. moon in woman, woman in bed. Eyeless moon laying in bed, bright, so bright, unmoving, as her fingers say goodbye. For Brenda Chiri’s Picture Prompt contest 3/11/2020...

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