Short Pregnancy Poems
Short Pregnancy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pregnancy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pregnancy by length and keyword.
He says no more pregnancy jokes
Dah I know he is broke
Like, let that joke soak in
Like, choke that joke
And not start any smoke
Wait for nine months
Then work so hard in labor
There's your cute baby.
written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
Virginity
loss for words
sanity
loss of bladder control (during pregnancy)
my mind
train of thought
money
and
love
When words rape the feeling,
any pregnancy is wrong
Delivery most premature,
verdict quick—sentence long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
When words rape the feeling,
any pregnancy is wrong
Delivery most premature,
verdict quick—sentence long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Pete paced the floor
are you sure - scan
shows four ... Pete faints!
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Way back in my day, moms-to-be
Wore tents which made bumps hard to see
To hide them seemed good
Discreet understood
Now snug tops let large bumps hang free!
Nowadays, big boys do propose with Ring,
But real men do same as pregnancy spring...
Capability trusted;
Not to be readjusted
After both wedded, waiting what twists bring...
my son will always be different
his father proclaims his innocense of pregnancy
how true a paternity test is
to reveal the same DNA
from father to son
what a beautiful son
he will miss
head upon her chest
i listen to her heartbeat
blessed miracle
deep within her womb
another heart is beating
new life beginning
my heart overflows
excitement is bubbling
for the new baby
Back in the day
Only fast girls could get laid
Young unashamed unafraid
Cute and candid
Running romancing
And chancing pregnancy
Zip your lips cool your hips or baby
You could be mommy or daddy
Next to me
Is a boy who left her helplessly
In a situation blessed by He
On a lonely road to pregnancy
And a child left in infancy
Who will cry longingly just to be
Loved by the boy you see
Next to me
Form:
Pretending a pregnancy,
Killed a pregnant lady;
Carved out baby for her own;
Child now 16; killer was executed Tuesday.
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Hand in hand and
Eyes to eyes,
Promises unending
As if from the heart,
Pregnancy struck
Then hand out of hand
And eyes apart from eyes
Leaving the girl in stark anguish...
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).
lumpy
pear-shaped
bright green
quince
fibrous
sour
needs honey or sugar
jelly is great
contains antioxidants
helps manage pregnancy nausea
loving the sourness
thank you orchard
for putting quince into my path
Baby I give you breath
I do not fear that pregnancy is difficult
I write you down
Letter by letter
I look at you intently
You are my child
I protect you
With all my force
And you make me whole
You give me blessings.
Murmur.
Bloodflow. Heartbeat.
Gurgle. Whoosh. Burp.
Ma. Mom. Momma. Dada.
Hiccup. Thump. Hum.
Mommy. Daddy.
Pitch. Rhythm. Pattern.
Music.
Movement.
Mother. Father.
Scream.
Stillness.
Silence.
10.10.2017
Murderous crimes
Getting high
Genocide
Suicide
Poverty
Apathy
Lethargy
Rage
Haze
Attitude
Being rude
Racism
Sexism
Teen pregnancy
Democracy
Social equality
Jaundiced eyes
Deceit and lies
Treachery
Disloyalty
Crazy
Paparazzi
cresent moon cradles
a dark heavy pregnancy...
almost touching earth
The moon on Wednesday night
was crescent shaped on the
very bottom next to the earth
and it seemed like the moon
was nearly touching the earth.
The first source of Qi is inherited from your parents at conception. It is known as the “innate vital substance” and is stored in the kidneys. The second source is derived from essential substances in nature such as the air we breathe, food and water.
Broken in circles,
this
spiral
down.
A remnant,
a relic,
valid.
A black mass,
in vacuums,
incision.
Specimens,
cultured.
Future calling,
sleep,
docile now,
humble.
Humanity.
The expectancy of life.
This pregnancy of hope.
Form:
It’s Sunday –
a snow-dreamy morning…
The mad, embroidered Moon hangs
on the cloth of the sky.
Amidst a barren land I see
a speak-burning tree.
I am so dispirited.
By the roadside chapel, a small boy listens
to the deaf-mute woman…
through touch.
The Flintstones, blast from the past,
That was a pregnancy to last,
For Pebbles we waited so long,
She did sing her own song,
Now this is a fact so scary,
Pebbles has now turned sixty,
I can't believe how old we've got,
Once the Flintstones really rocked!
She looked in the mirror
and giggled with pleasure
to see that she wore
her old clothes from her teens.
But then she recalled
that she wore them in pregnancy -
laughing out loud,
she still loved her old jeans.
Jack Horne for Nette's 'It's in the Jeans.'