Short Give Birth Poems
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in a desert parched, dewdrops give birth to struggling flower.
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Blanketing the world
Harboring the flowing clouds
Give birth to the rains
And hiding the blazing sun
The sky gives to all
the differences
between men and animals
give birth a human
without knowing self, knowledge
of uniserse is useless
tanka ( 5/7/5/7/7 )
Every woman should be
For we are the backbone
And the bearers of life
& the one's who give birth
And the glue that holds
The family unit together
If Heaven rewards people of worth
And Hell awaits all those who love mirth
Then the pain of life
Is not worth the strife
Why would a woman choose to give birth?
God Made Much Mirth
What God did was make much mirth,
By allowing my mother to give birth;
On God bank,
And do thank;
Like living here while I am on earth.
Jim Horn
I was supposed to give birth
But my unborn
Found a way
To avoid the world
As we know it
Under the scars
Meanings are rumbling
That I can no longer hear
The beat of my heart
Dirth of Songs To Sing
Songs to sing she did play a dirth;
God had sent to us here on earth,
And when sang,
Happiness brang;
While to Son He would give birth.
Jim Horn
Happy birthday, Sister Jinky,
The salt water covers the earth;
Millions of plants live in the sea
Where countless animals give birth.
Topic: Birthday of Jinky Ramos (March 22)
With the name of Allah
The Merciful the Blah Blah Blah
Say, Allah is One
Allah doesn’t need anyone
Allah doesn’t give birth and Allah wasn’t born
Allah is like no one else Allah is such a Person
Faint sound,
As mists within a dream,
A voice calls gently,
From deep within the soul,
To write and give birth to the poem
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These strides of mine are
so heavy as I am
going down on these
stairs taking one step
after another for I
am aware that
they are about to
give birth to a starving-dark
void between the two of us.
No rooster will lay an egg
No human male will give birth
No snail will move fast
No fish will walk
No bird will fly to the moon
No squirrel will hate nuts
No poem will ever die
No phoenix will rise again
Russell Sivey
Give birth to the Sun herself
So that I may bathe in light undying
Weave the Stars into my eyes
So that I may see heaven before me
Place the Moon in the palm of my hand
As I pray
Head bowed
To your grace
Come on;
Conceive the seeds of existence
in alphabet by alphabet;
Spread it all
In the grain field of the sentence;
In the veins of a great-time
Give birth to immortal poetry
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
27/10/2021
Her tongue is made of sulfur
Mud drowns the fields
Fine sand billows over deserts
Soil sprinkled over graves
Blood and sweat for charcoal
Swallowed tears, for potter’s clay
Niter, mortar, a vessel
To give birth, and to slay
Bacteria flirting with enzymes,
co mingling every which way,
with friendly organisms that give birth
every time to curds and whey.
That's the miracle of life as seen through my eyes,
as I look down upon the cheese upon my fries.
this sun
is illusive
like mind
in thoughts
of you
and love
i stand naked
beneath unborn
memories
shadowless
alone
clouds above
aglow
in prismatic
tears
waiting
to give birth
to this emptiness
that swells
in my eyes
Wisdom’s words run deep;
poets’ pens chase after them:
hungry pages wait;
Silent words linger;
echoing running spirits:
poets chase their ghosts;
Chasing ghost words—ink
net lexis souls running free:
pregnant minds give birth.
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Say, Allah is One.
Allah doesn’t need anyone.
Allah doesn’t give birth and Allah wasn’t born.
Allah is matchless He is such a person.
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Say, Allah is One.
Allah doesn’t need anyone.
Allah doesn’t give birth and Allah wasn’t born.
Allah is matchless He is such a person.
If I can plant a tree,
I shall not live in vain.
And if I can give birth,
I'll leave without pain.
If i can give people peace,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can do all this,
I'll live without shame.
So
I will leave my name
An' need no more fame!
The sparks will fly
and often mystify
when dreams
give birth
to words
unspoken
Fairy tales come alive
mixed with nations lore
and the melody
of the two worlds
blend true
In dreamers wanderings
one wants not
for the other
as love transends
the journals
of time
ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank
this indescribable face
these curves endlessly
she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite
is this my destiny
is she my desire
this absolute ecstasy
Come,
Come with thyself
Take the fertile seeds of the existence
Implant and water,
Spread the alphabetic breaths of these
In the subtle grain of the living sentences
And take care in the veins of the universe
Give birth to immortal poetry
© MB_28/01/25