Short Childbirth Poems

Would the world be a better place if Parents were drowned at childbirth...

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

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Blissful
Valid pictures
Adorned author recalls
Records retained clearly intense 
Childbirth...

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The gravity
     secures us
      to the ground,
     pregnancy
     in childbirth we are
     released......

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brown as chocolate sweet and cute milky
childbirth baby cry digest
pretty skin reveals breast
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Penned on May 26, 2014!...

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A practising young obstetrician
Began to review his position.
Childbirth it would seem,
Drove ladies to scream
Ergo, he became an optician!



09/01/19...

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Unfruitful woman,
Grieving and barren
Lament not life’s fortune.
Heaven shall reckon.
Plump as a melon.
Life wrought its leaven.
Childbirth. My haven. 

© May 5, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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A lady I met named Regina
Had a terribly slack v'gina
She said with great mirth
‘twas caused by childbirth -
She’d seventeen kids to remind her!

Fictional poem!!!

1/31/19...

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I hear a hen cackling, 
after laying the egg
gently flapping,
 her wings in excitement
what does she announce
 to the world?
 her joy over seeding the Earth

is it the same joy,
a mother feels after childbirth?...

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The vicar surveyed her wide girth 
Was scared that in church she’d give birth 
He raised his eyebrows 
Then rushed through their vows ...
He wasn’t adept at childbirth!

Inspired by the poem ‘Decision Needed’ by Maurice Rigoler



13TH April 2016...

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Hurrying towards an alley.
Chill air urges no dilly dally.
Breath beneath cape rising.
Inside a woman, in anguish, was writhing.
The husband tried to wipe the beads of sweat,
All in vain, a condition which she tried to forget.
Childbirth pains suddenly revived.
Cape off, the nurse has arrived....

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eap-GRANDMOTHERS

A grandmother loves grandsons:

in the womb, at childbirth

and the times sad or with mirth

by the soul without girth 

in the love, with no dearth

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     January 12, 2010


Inspired by Poetry Soup member contest:  RHYME TIME 	
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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mud up to  my ankles
but the sun is warm....

geese are honking staking their claim
but the sun is warm

dog sits at the lake edge
wondering should he jump in
oh that sun is warm

just a sweatshirt
and some sunglasses
 that sun is warm

the pain of winter receeds 
like the pain of childbirth
turn your face up
the sun is warm...

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CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE

about to lie
but will do it
in style…

life never hurts
world is at peace
everyone cares
nobody cheats
cross my heart and
hope to die

death never comes
childbirth is fun
nature is kind
love is not blind
cross my heart and
hope to die

in style…



© Kim van Breda—18 October 2015...

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To die laughing is glorious
The most glorious of all glorious deaths
Glorious deaths, which include
To die in a battlefield
To die standing
To die praying
All of which
Death at childbirth
Is not a part
The death, which took from me
From me, my Anamee Bou
And the unborn child
A death in which she died crying
The most mournful of all deaths....

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Love is not
just three words
it's the pain of childbirth
the loss of a loved one
respect for someone you care about
the trust you put into someone
the freedom someone gave you
the adventure of marriage or a relationship
the unconditional love from your spouse
Love is-
forever in your heart
the happily ever after
the compassion you have
true acceptance of the person you are!...

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Through the monthly pains,
Despite the hassles of childbirth,
Yet,you were stoic,
You brought me to life!
In bringing me up,you worked tirelessly.
You placed your dutiful hands to acts,
To make ends meet.
You inculcated in me,the virtue,truthfulness.
You implanted in me,the stand of a virtuous woman;
The worth of womanhood.
Momma,you're my earth,my sun and my rains.
Keep my Momma,oh Lord!...

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TOO LATE POET

 Too Late
          ink bled out in childbirth
          pages curled in sorrow
          crumpled, torn in pain
too late
she took up her pen


Too Late
          mentors dead
          joy dormant
          sorrows burnished
too late
she took up her pen


Too Late
           vexing visage
           crows fingernails and toes
           fading wit
too late
she took up her pen

and
tranquility
was
her
name...

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The light behind her now as she grows down the years
Clinging moss on northern walls distilled as memories’ tears.
Labored breathing cold and ghostly whispered 
Down the halls with poems uttered, words fluttered; 
Pounded chisel to stone, heart to bone. 
A labored love like childbirth, storms exploding 
Into consciousness, or left alone to die. 
Oh, do not ask me why.
A poet knows she has become such things 
Before she merges with the sunshine to awaken....

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A soldier in battle
A mom in childbirth
Both linked in their struggles
Each close to a truth

A film of the events
Five minutes to spare
The who, what, where, when, why’s
Have all hit the air

Some joy and some pathos
No sting to a welt
The truths in a struggle
Just seen and not felt

A subtle deception
It’s not really planned
Though filtered through ego
Was it live or just canned

Jaded we each must
Detach with a sigh
There’s no more to this stuff
Than what meets the eye...

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December 04, [1984] is a special day.
The birth of my niecey changes our ways.
     Light a fire to rejoice childbirth.
She is a flame glimmering in the world.
     Name gave - Flame V - supernova seed
Autism spectrum emerged at 2.
     She inspires and motivates.
She ascertains to live resiliently.
     Elated this year for thirty years
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Verlena S. Walker penned this poem on June 10, 2014!
For Contest LIGHT A FLAME!...

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