Short Postpartum Poems
Short Postpartum Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Postpartum by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Postpartum by length and keyword.
Tis a cruel twist of fate
When in love a child is born;
What once was love becomes hate
When fruit of union she doth scorn.
Categories:
postpartum, loss, philosophy, sad, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Enjoying
thinking about switching
computer keep attention
to the sink for postpartum
poltergeist style
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Categories:
postpartum, art,
Form:
Free verse
The White House is on a great lot
It's Washington's drive to it spot
But guards only train
That terror's to contain
So mentally ill there get shot
Author's note: The new treatment for postpartum depression is now a firing squad.
Categories:
postpartum, bereavement,
Form:
Limerick
A red clock and the dwarf
will not meet on the wall.
Time slips out in virginal shyness.
On the verge of collapse was
an ossified civil group
after emotive conception fails.
Unambiguously an azure
sky measures the human steps
in somnambulant thoughts.
You throw a bound kid
in a water tank, after postpartum blues
and walk away with a halter.
Who will grab the fractured
age, during the fire dance?
A mirror lies flat after announcing the award.
Satish Verma
Categories:
postpartum, art,
Form:
ABC
Perpetual posturing
Stuck anchored down by the positioning of a perfect picture
A perfect picture with no permission to persist
Descending to this consumption
Piss and vinegar in a pill capsule to portray the presumption
Of a petulant peasant painted in peer-pressure
Puppeteering the pendulum of a parent in postpartum
Part of the play
This pig patronized in pestilence
Penance awarded by the penetration in post mortem
Part of the play, it is
This is the way down
Categories:
postpartum, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Born into an ordinary, churchgoing family
No one expected Satan to reign supreme
Relapse and rehab and sobriety chips
Postpartum vacations in the psych ward’s west wing
Three decades of life, aged twice as much
Finally lulled into domestic bliss
The wild can never truly be tamed
Excitement and fire I missed
Turned my passion of life toward writing instead
Cause 50 years old is too young to be dead
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Date: 9/30/19
Categories:
postpartum, life,
Form:
Blank verse