Procreation Poems - Poems about Procreation

In January of 2022, In the heart of Henize 2-10 galaxy, located 30 million light years away, in the Pyxis constellation, a black hole was observed, birthing new stars, thanks to Science, the NASA's Hubble Space Telescope saw it. The black hole was the annihilator Known for its capacity to consume Even the largest of stars...

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Such an ethereal beauty. Petite in size but large on life. One would not expect its duty is solely for procreation. Yes, just this one, and nothing more, certainty is its life’s station. Swarming thick as oozing slurries, males hover above clear water. Intrigued, the young female hurries. Emerging the gray mass, nightmarish, lays her eggs, then crumples lifeless. The males sail to land and perish....

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The Lord, Has used the act of procreation as a bait For the existence of the species to ensure. If Painful He had made it, though, none of us Would be around, Man's future to assure! © Demetrios Trifiatis 08 August 2019...

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egg sperm, coalesce embryo hidden, progress nine month time childbirth...

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I Your open petals, Warm scent, welcoming smile Ignites a fire from a mile; Flame of passionate unwrought metals. Please do not quench it that burns But does not consume. Let me be covered beneath those hidden turns Where I constantly want a part of me; I'm convinced it's charmingly death dealing But enigmatic and mysteriously inviting. II Rose, My eyes have seen enough, I'm now strong, hard and...

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the only purpose of all life is to procreate! we as human beings are no different, should we fail we will become extinct, there are no other purposes. should anyone think different they should think again, what brought us into this world, procreation, my purpose, your purpose, our only purpose is to stay extant! okay, our ultimate purpose! every other...

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to live a life of mystery, in love, both of us, searching. breathtaking, lovemaking, a mystery solved. to live a life as lovers, true lovers, seeking, finding rapturous pain! another mystery solved. procreation, now making babies. true love's precious rewards. husband and wife, finally, life's pleasures, a family! all life's mysteries resolved! 4/30/18 Free Verse on Love (new poems only) - Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo...

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Most animals can-not choose, They have to breed once yearly, They must all try to remain viable. Tiny species will need larger litters, As tiny babes can, maybe, get eaten! Lion's only fear, human's An unknown male lion to. New males, if not defeated will slay kits. Hardship imposed for a goodish reason. Good main reason, survival of all life. Insects, invertebrates, small. Breed in their...

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I will adopt one of your mistakes before I would ever procreate. I will never create a child of my own when there are so many unwanted children who deserve a loving home....

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Procreation: A silky-smooth web of pleasure Masterfully weaved by divinity To entangle all living creatures For ensuring life in infinity! © Demetrios Trifiatis 25 October 2015...

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A moment, the need, undeniable desire A memory, the seed, igniting fire A burning, so deep, eternal glow A yearning, so steep, upward to go A craving, too strong, instincts grab hold A mating, too long, can never grow old A creation, by design, for humanity to know A recreation, by desire, for infinity will flow...

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PROCREATION If, The act of procreation Painful was, Rarely Would we have witnessed Children to be Born! ©Demetrios Trifiatis 15 APRIL 2013...

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Am I a phenomenon of procreation, or an accident Of birth? Arriving on my chariot of nativity I spent Three trimesters in the sanctuary of a womb, and now I am a child in this world of human. But curiosity is plenty and questions arise, is my fate Written or am I free to follow my...

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A crimson caress from dew drenched lips, Sweeter I found than nectars' sips. The heave of a bosom, From one in full blossom; Awaiting the moment to become a twosome. A firm cupped palm upon a breast, The ultimate touch for a feminine test. Appeasing that craving, for a hand wandering and lust; Those spasms got calmed at the touch of a bust. A...

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