Short Given Birth Poems
Short Given Birth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Given Birth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Given Birth by length and keyword.
News Flash
News flash: Miss Typically has just
given birth to
Mr That’s Him All Over. The father is
Mr Some Kind of
More or
Less Than
Otherwise.
Here lies a great Nun-sister Dabby ,
Labour for several days in June,
Dies after given birth to a baby ,
Rest in peace as you travel to the moon.
9-14-2018
Jesus Born On Earth
God to His Son had given birth,
Which was done here on earth;
World did lead,
And also feed;
Value would be beyond all worth.
Jim Horn
an unexpected rain when the sun shines.
the king says ," the royal leopard has given birth to cubs."
many folks who believe that culture receive the good news on their lands.
Will Be Worth of Each Birth
We always did wonder what will be worth,
Of each life when women had given birth;
Energy use;
Many views,
That did happen and occur here on earth.
Jim Horn
In you I can see
A gene of unusual disguise
Inbetween the flecks in your eyes,
a dark piece of the sea
Yes indeed, yes indeed,
The ocean has given birth to you
Born from the royal blue,
A child of the sea.
Heat Index 111
Miracle Man
6/12/2022
Air has the feel of touching a griddle,
as if given birth by smoke and fire.
From a shady nook, thumbs I twiddle,
but for today, little more do I aspire.
The moment in time when you first see the light,
Brings joy to the soul as it burns with delight,
There is nothing quite like this spiritual flight,
This magical journey is a given birth rite.
April~13~2017
Having given birth
Frankenstein alive
As our monkey mind
Imposes its will
Enslaving us here
Thus made insane
Nothing to lose
We become still
Feeding not fear
Self aware
In silence
Celebrate
Our joy
Boundless
Thus
05-October-2020
All truth be known to the heart that listens
all honors given to the soul that knows
When every creature on earth is perched
then humankind will know its church
Upon this blessed land of given birth,
let Mother nature's womb be cinched.
The Potter’s Wheel
From the Dark Night
To the Blue Sky and the Green Earth
On the sixth day
Adam came to life
With so much loneliness and sadness
Taken from the rib of Adam, Eve was given birth
And our heritage was born
The Potter’s wheel of God is never done
By eve roper 10/11/2014
Blossoming from depths of endless gray,
Your browning boughs have given birth to flame,
That passing hearts are caught and eyes should stop
To gaze upon a beauty long forgot;
That by your flame another flame should burn:
As leaves do change, so barren hearts should turn
To find new love reborn within their wake,
Returning warmth to cold and youth to age.
a yearning of alabaster guilt given birth
from this mouth of words mesmerising
like rings of Saturn, behold encroached
by your retort, cutting if not comic, life
adjacent to corners of some death, you
lit fires with a tongue and let them burn
reeling in oceans, as salamander heads
lined exotic craters of timely eruptions
yet honey melts heaven in a single kiss
Understandably,
we were worn out with love,
romantic movies gave you hives,
love poetry often made me gag.
We had this thing going on,
love and hate had mingled,
ennui and elan had given birth
to a redeemed vision
of that far too simple word.
When we kiss now,
that lip-to-lip caress
has exponentially evolved,
into a whole lexicon
of newfound endearments.
Good morning,
Beautiful blessed mother's Day
You beautiful girls
Whom have now turn to women
You are God's daughters
Beautiful Blessed mother's Day
Having given birth
You are an amazing nurture
Beautiful Blessed mother's Day
And it's my sincere wish
That you all have a
BEAUTIFUL
BLESSED
M other's Day
5/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 3021
This leopard wasn't too swift
she'd just given birth
so she needed to rest for awhile.
Soon she'll be back at the hunt
her young in need
she too will feel the hunger.
Don't let the snake take her young
it swims through the grass
looking for its own tasty meal.
Maybe the snake would make a good meal.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
From: my dreams last night.
The faces of Duality
What a strange and mysterious creature.
The two, distorted faces of human nature.
Are they given birth, deep within the subconscious ?
Or are they a deliberate creation of the conscious ?
What is there in one’s personality ?
That makes their duality, their reality !
For those that play this troubling game,
in the faces of the innocent, there is a name !
B. J. “A ” 2
June 5th 2015
she was giving birth, a surrogate mother, to a rich childless couple. she had been instructed to not look at the baby, did and relented, she had given birth
a wonderful newborn how could she give it away?
sensible people told her it was for the best, the child would get a good education, she the mother could not give her.
Under pressure by the righteous, she gave the baby away
but she will forever regret her decision.
The day you were given birth
Your form enveloped all the earth
And there upon you dominated land
Rock, granite, soil and sand
We’d laugh upon a sunny day
And sparkle as the children play
I could softly sigh and relax my feet
Upon those beaches where we’d meet
Yet in your dark moods back as night
Your billows roared and foamed with spite
For now I am married I have given birth
Those were the days we dominated earth
Angelic Bloom
_________________________
Tears from heaven stain the earth,
new blooms of beauty, given birth
Kissed by the angel's dew
to be cherished by me and you.
Angelic is the flowers bloom,
the soil, water, sun to consume
loved with such tender care
offerings for you to share.
By Winters chill to hide,
beneath the earth to reside
Till Spring begins to call
earthly growth..one and all.
6/24/14- Jessica Thompson
Where was beauty as I rose,
Or as I trod the earth?
Dearest mother of its grace,
Have you given birth?
I have lost the light of fall,
The smell of waking spring;
The gold of summer, winter's frost,
The water's sparkling.
What but eyes can tell the soul
Of life within this light?
Have I lost the ears to hear
The breath of sacred night?
Younger days reclaim their light,
And I, a child there;
Rise, beloved of my soul --
The Veil begins to tear.
Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.
So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.
My heart has been in Boston
all week long
I shed some tears for Boston
while sitting in my home
I saw the people of Bosten
there filled with just pride
Though far away from Boston
I was right there by there side
God has blessed Boston
with justice and less fears
But for those still injured in Boston
we still whisper our prayers
We love our brother Boston
and with him always share
the burdens still left for freedom
that were given birth there.
I come from the suburban white
Struggle and fight
Of a misfit born
To the sound of his own horn
I was six weeks on this earth
Mom had just given birth
When her husband succumed
To the cancer in his lungs
To deliver my family from pain
A savior I was named
Some pretty big shoes to fill
When I lack the courage and the will
My mothers father's all I had
When I was just a young lad
When an attack of his heart
Had finally made us part
...to be continued...
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