Prenatal Poems - Poems about Prenatal

... A mother's energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed or transferred; always there in full, meeting the challenges presented to her at that time. From her prenatal car......

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...We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst an yet we knew going under cover would somehow lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief......

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...Date: January 2050 DJs birthday passed quickly. Now End of January. 10 am contractors were on the Estate In the back of the house. They had already broke ground. Damian watched the constr......

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...Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell bursting forth with such might courtesy cooking under pressure analogous to volcanic upswell, fo......

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...When we wake each morning We're blessed with this stuff called “eye gunk” Annoying as it is we are all blessed with it Pretty sure animals aren't afflicted If they were they would scratch......

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...Damian searched for Molly. He found her at 10:30 in the morning In the biggest bathroom Bathing Godfrey and Barrington. Matthias and Shadir were still Sleeping. The other 6 kids were In sc......

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...The fifth floor was decorated With fancy art work. Molly Rang the bell. After a few Minutes an attractive older Woman answered the door. She threw the door wide Open After she saw them wit......

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...Oh baby! Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails that make you a part of this earth's tales. But, No one talks about what hassle you undergo In your 9-month-long journey when you're ......

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...Running on the ocean of life Swimming in the desert of wind Walking on the ramp of feelings I drink the glass of liquid milk from the eyes Youthful winter touches the prenatal chamber The raw ......

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...I am wandering through the solemn wind of Surma River. No trumpet in the hands of songs but the flute of your lips whispering me the chapter of life. Honeybees are running in searching of honey flowe......

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...She darkly dreams in Anger Valley discovered shortly and belongingly after original Fear uncovered floating languorously downstream to leave behind red hot footprints of childhood work and play......

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...I Reckon Eyes Personal Necessity,... Sans Arduous Ordeal To assess meager cradling aborted efforts miscarried ambitions, I now berate myself plethora sans lack of accomplishments to date a......

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...no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse ejaculation) beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep......

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...He who seeks pain for pleasure is a real aboriginal, Runs slowly yet leads subservient to international. He who has a mental condition stable aberrational And is clearly confused for his rule over......

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...Unable to raise the very seed you planted Unattached from your attachment Cheap talk followed by hallowed out lies Words without follow through have no effect on growth Untrustworthy soil poiso......

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