Pregnancy Poems - Poems about Pregnancy

The optimal life is simple for girls, one pregnancy a year, from puberty, living with parents and leaving the burden on their tired shoulders, assuming twins or triplets, you reach a dozen children by college. Graduate in three years, practicing programming with intensity and zeal, secure a job at a major tech company, the dream of every heart. Then transition...

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I stand alone, my hands held tight, To a secret blooming in the quiet night. Two weeks, just two, and yet it’s clear, A tiny life, a spark of fear. I whisper softly to my growing heart, A little dot that’s just the start. A tiny soul. I cannot see, But I feel the weight of what could be. The world outside feels...

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Love is so much stronger than hate… Hate aborts all...

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#In_Her_pregnancy I feel touchy, maybe my unborn son too wanna feel my hands, wanna speak the touchy language, my hands on her belly and my unborn son ears on the wall, listening to my heart speaking through my hands, the art in her pregnancy In her pregnancy, part of me resides, waking in the middle of the...

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To my baby, If only words could convey the ebb and flows I face each day. Weak in strength, as emotions overflow, Even through the struggle, It’s a joy to watch you grow. For you, my dear, I would bear twice the strife, If it would spare you some trouble in this fickle...

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With a bang that rivals the creation of the universe cells start growing, multiplying forming molding, shaping changing and becoming… a soul a purpose a life an understanding living surviving thriving hearing, heart pumping, feet and hands moving… Two months down and seven to go too late for second guessing ...

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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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A woman's pregnancy -Gods miracle...

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Way back in my day, moms-to-be Wore tents which made bumps hard to see To hide them seemed good Discreet understood Now snug tops let large bumps hang free!...

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This Thing of Joy (Pregnancy Journey: Month 1) This thing of joy is sweet news, but my lips have nausea spelled on them Sweet news yet I am unable to work much or walk for long Yet the colours of life remain in my perk Purple headbands to match my blooming face And a pink shawl to keep me...

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The first source of Qi is inherited from your parents at conception. It is known as the “innate vital substance” and is stored in the kidneys. The second source is derived from essential substances in nature such as the air we breathe, food and water....

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At school played silly truancy, Back came with hateful pregnancy! She’d just intended The Irksome. For being by custom troublesome’…. But it was all too venturesome, Beauty giving a son handsome Plus one more prize – The Sad Gift: From school Owner did her lift; From the rest permanent shift, Official reason: ‘Spend thrift’… Never again be present, As...

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The star shone in their fiercest manner for today the birth of a night's illumina our love was soft until the pang went gaga shall i then hold beth or ring lehem saga tis today i became strong as the lord jupitar The cold of winter brought us before nayers My lover is set to become a the negate-slayers. Where are the...

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Grappling with parenthood over the years. Battling and facing my responsibility fears. Celebrations and failures leading to tears. Many moving parts like out of sync gears. But the universe said that we get a take two. Another chance to build family with baby new. After a few weeks of trying to make this life. Amazing...

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Pregnant thus demands responsible parenting, never slept with me...!...

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