Short Unborn Poems
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Hearing that heartbeat
Felt shivers from tip to toe
Each kick so welcome
Weaving dreams for my unborn
A mother making process
Sometimes I think
and feel the wisdom
of the unborn trees
in the Spring air
are you listening?
Do you feel?
Do you wonder?
Women contaminating unborn children
With killer lungs
Slowly became our unwanted deceptive profit
And yet will clearly continue
Behind closed eyes,
the future still to mourn
Grieving in a blinded state
—orphans left unborn
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
As figures don't lie
but liars can figure
Right is still right
—and wrong is still wrong
(Ronald McDonald House: July, 2022)
I’ve seen the freezers
where they store the mother’s eggs
where the unborn sleep
cradled in maternal dreams
cribs of baby fantasies
The imaginary unborn
lives within my soul
It will never die
or ever get old
Yet there's a joy
that lies within
the depths of my being
in the vast void of no-thing ness
of undifferentiated perception
holding still, in animation
all unborn possibilities
at point zero
i am
If there was no poetry
Where all the muses would have gone
Aborted in the harsh depth of eternity
Imagination would have remained unborn.
January 25, 2020
("A Moment of Grace, aka The Empty Mirror", 2024, original encaustic)
Unborn
Unborn, undying
The nature of awareness
Just is and isn’t
(1/24/24)
C*nt is the oldest word
the only word
for female genitalia
it also means cow
Every farmer knows
the cow means more
than an unborn calf
~The Insolent Rib
W ayfaring soldiers on both sides believing the other to be depraved
A trocities crucifying unborn generations
R uinous idealisms exchange catastrophic pleasantries
first glimpse of light
a mommy and daddy's face
a sister or brothers touch
the smell of grandma and grandpa
a special home
a bed of my own
cuddled in my mother's arms
But two things,
Touch the present moment life brings.
Moments having succumbed to time,
That lie in slumber,
And visionary moments, unborn,
Of which God alone has number.
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
is it true
did i find the one
the one i love
care for
adore
believe
is it true
did it come for me
the love of my life
the mother of my unborn child
Cassidy
is it true
Form:
The winds settle
For a subtle breeze
The tide cedes
To a sandy beach
The light fades
From a lovely bead
And the mother weeps
For her unborn seed
truth is the first victim of war - the unborn life has no future
07.07.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Circumstance comes with chalk
Scribbles message so glorious
On each baby’s back
In the maternity ward
The homeless shadow pens;
‘Born to be unborn
That this world
May have space’
experimenting with
eloquence of the mind
washed clothes in the dryer
observing your dirts flow out
black and red foaming remnants
of an unborn flower croco-
dile tears salty water
Form:
Twigs embrace fragile
Woven, random tapestry
Unborn future care.
(January 21, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
You're silence reminds me of the voices of the unborn. Loving yet unloved.
Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing,:)
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Free verse is
Unopened
Unborn
Untouched
Ankara
forthcoming
utility
camouflaging
you are not alone
you are alone with the alone!
Opening a new kosher serving and spilling oil
elsewhere!
Fairer than a rose
That in Eden grows
Brighter than a star
Shining from afar
Purer than a rose
That in heaven grows
I bless the day
She came my way
For until that sunlit morn
I was yet unborn
Form:
The poem unwritten
Is like an unborn child
Asleep in some subconscious abyss
Never to lament in sorrow
Nor laugh with joy
Never to reach out
And touch others
Never to reach up
And touch the stars