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 the creator of life?
You could of saved my pregnancy
instead of it ending with a knife.
My God, My God,
I feel broken and bruised.
I'm trying to understand
Can I at least have a clue?
Categories:
miscarry, baby, confusion, depression, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Women rush their cooking
Children talk in whispers
Nursing mothers put the babies to sleep
Darkness descends on the land
The winds are becoming aggressive
The buzzing is getting louder
Like a cockpit;
The ant holes are opening
From them the Akpali spirits are emerging
Their sight makes women miscarry
Make the children to convulse
The lily livered clings to their wives
The braves with a kola nut in the hands;
Sits at their door steps
The catechist doubt its efficacy
Yet his fields are still without seedlings
He too awaits this dance
Tonight the land plays host to them
Our ancestors;
They bring no harm
Without this dance
The land sees no rain
Categories:
miscarry, africa,
Form: Free verse
Cemetery tears
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
A valiant tear of yesterday
A vale to dearly bear
Has brought me here today.
You told me how life
At the washing line
Would miscarry time on time
On how the soul of everyone
Would be lying cold under a stone.
A courageous mind you always implied
Which kept us going
For a long while .. till the time
That day your energy finished
Your surrender day
On that last adieu mile.
I never wanted it to happen
For you to lie here
In a place that maim's me
To choke on tears.
As day’s go by and hour’s dry
I weep for you everyday ..
Brace , you told me everyday ..
Just watch the line on silver cloud.
NOW …
My heart in memory
Those golden moment’s
Will never come to pass
Is why I’m standing here
In silent wish for you
To arise.
Categories:
miscarry, angel, bereavement, celebration, cheer
Form: ABC
When I lay under the smoldering shadow
of all our forgotten moments,
I swallow the instinct to pull apart
the torrid shell I've become accustomed to trust.
"Trust."
The word is cold against skin,
and tests the strength of bones.
But, it always seems to find a way in
like the most devious of things.
It slithers toward its prey,
tonguing morsels of comfortability,
savoring the beauty of the hunt.
Whittling down my posturing spirit,
making a pliant spine out of what was
once an oak trestle connecting
heart to mind-
wearing the weight of time.
But now the chasm catches the crash-
nerve endings miscarry their orders,
limbs writhe in superstitious fashion,
eyes exhale the salt of memory,
while a tired heart stubbornly holds its breath.
The world turns blue,
and a scattered imprint seeks shelter
from a lover's raze.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
miscarry, depression, for her, hurt,
Form: Free verse
There once was a single man named Harry
Who decided never ever to marry
He then met the lovely Elaine
Whose ice blue eyes drove him insane
Compelling bachelor ways to miscarry.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
miscarry, satire,
Form: Limerick