Short Unborn Child Poems

Happiness is 

your first unborn child

looking at you

on the sonogram screen...

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Just a thought 

When a woman is pregnant 
Doesn’t her body 
Belong to the unborn child?...

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I heard the unborn child stretching out
In the deep street-shades of Paris
Calling a single mother....

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the stillborn baby, gone- then mother too;
      wrapped arms 'round my unborn child.
...

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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...

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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...

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And cobwebs lick her unkempt, soiled dress

Wailing for unborn child of dusk, alone ~

That every barbed gaze slithers, cast down

~ Ripped as pointed hooks nailing the flesh.



Four Lines Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
by nette onclaud
9/23/2015...

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-dear child in my womb 
once born keep your eyes open
 see all that you can

-learn all that you can 
the world will not stop for you
 don't be left behind

-don't be a number
 be a leader to follow
 someone trustworthy 

-know all right from wrong
 and you will always go far 
be strong laugh love live 

September 1, 2023...

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The fumbling picks up.
The sixth sense 
was failing.

A mother weeps 
for the unborn child.
You were still ogling the peaks.

Were you true to yourself 
in the dark, when the
moon was away ?

I had lost the burning 
coals, after the
rains came.

The dark mine, where
they were shot, for
picking up the lightning.


Satish Verma...

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To die laughing is glorious
The most glorious of all glorious deaths
Glorious deaths, which include
To die in a battlefield
To die standing
To die praying
All of which
Death at childbirth
Is not a part
The death, which took from me
From me, my Anamee Bou
And the unborn child
A death in which she died crying
The most mournful of all deaths....

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She sits in beauty seeking the night
Holding her unborn child tight 
Waiting for the day to greet her
Hold her close and secure
Knowing times may be tough
Yet the bond that is growing 
Will be enough 
To heal some of the wounds
Close some of the holes
As she sits and contemplates her future
A soft smile appears and she whispers 
One word......
Vesper....

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Where is my darling 
I never got to see
Was it a boy or a girl
Did he/she look like dad or me

I know my baby
If living today
Would be fourteen years old
And having a birthday

This little blessing
Would have made our family of nine
I truly wish every day
I could turn back time

Dad is gone also
I have a memory of the two
If the child was born
I'd still be with you...

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America constitutions in hand of 9 judges
But it is hard to understand their logicism
Oh you have no legal right of your own life
Really when all women needs our support
They have to travel on a sad lonely journey
It just hard to understand their anguish
Oh it wrong to terminate an unborn child
Not to kill and slaughter an existing life
Sometime it appears logic isn't conceivable...

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The  unborn child.

I am deep inside the womb.
Twisting and turning in the dark space.
I hear a voice whispering into my ears , 
That I love you my child each day.
Then I feel someone’s hand caressing my face.
I laughed as I feel tickled all over the place.
I feel secure that I am protected by someone so close.
And when I was born I knew for sure.
That she was my mother very dear....

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My ovaries ache
I feel the cold
A childless body
While I grow old

As I whither
They will too
So I lay back
And wait on you

Always waiting
As season pass
Change their shape
Reshape our love

Poke and prod
Feed and plump
Turn what’s flat
Into a bump

Seed and prune
Ready to pop
Apples on trees
Groaning to drop

Fruitful pain
Wrapped up inside
My womb, a tomb
For an unborn child...

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There was existence,
without space.
I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer
of history
I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes
throw you off the road.
Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being
to any threat of drowning
in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl
and coming back after sunset –
to walk in night, alone.


 SATISH VERMA...

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AIR FOR SALE=+=THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black-red-green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR !
Tape the windows good.
Clean air machine - VoooooM !
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - whats to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding thinking of the sky.
Those multi-colored clouds pass by.

from my poem book - DREAMS 2...

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Seems like the spring
your eyes have always been

In the curve of your lips
I know my dreams have lived

Something about your fingers
Derives my every sense 

I sat back to look at everything
And you became a beautiful melody

In a breeze of cold winter
I took off my coat

Staring into your eyes
Seeing my unborn child

In you i would have been
To be one if for all my nights

In your heart
My world just sings...

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life.
prelife.
unborn child.
behold your seed.
she giveth.
she taketh away..
never to live.
you present my offspring.
only to take his life.
take his life before he lives it.
where does such evil come from?
morbid.
morbid in nature.
such cruelty.
to never be forgotten.
how has it come that you hate?
hate so passionately?
for me?
what deserves such cruelty?
words.
no words.
none describe.
being lost before life....

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It's too bad Hillary Clinton and an unborn child never met. 

Too bad Hillary will never understand the future aspirations and accomplishments of the "fetus."

Too bad money and lack of human dignity cloud the conscience of the presidantial candidate.

Too bad the child is unable to scream to Clinton that he is a person due to termination of life. 

Too bad ignorance combined with murder creates a "secular benefit to society."...

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listen to this carefully my son
there are so many worries under the sun
but much happiness
so think and free your self from sadness
for the deeds of mankind is madness
worst things keep happening
but it all depends on you
so be wise and let your speeches be few
for action speaks louder than words
know that you will be judged 
according to your works
the harder the preparation 
the easier the battle
rely on nobody for life is a struggle...

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It'll never happen again
or so the saying goes

I follow my heart 
and keep supporting my lover

The hurt doesn't stop
for the pain and scars of past and present
dwell too deep in the pit of my stomach

I keep my chin up,

I have to , it's a must

I can not let my unborn child feel the pain

My sorrow
or see the shame

For the poor child has done nothing to be hurt, 
but still ends up in the middle


April 25,2011...

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I lay here in the dark
Listening to the quiet
Whisper of a far away city.
I can feel the softness 
Of the canyon air
Against my face.
As I gaze into the
Brightness of the stars
I wonder about life,
This life inside of me.
Is it really there?
I feel it move and 
Then I know.

This fragile, unborn child
Is totally helpless
In this huge cruel world
That we live in
But it's safe
Inside of Mommy.
Mommy...
That's me.

6/16/1990...

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Sing me a soft lullaby
to hush away my fears
Pull your arms around me
Wipe away my salty tears
Sing to me of muddy shoes
And someone asking for a dime
Tell me who rips your heart out
And handles it with care
Sing to me of angels and a whisper of a prayer
sing to me a lullaby
That ill sing my unborn child
Hold me tight and brush my hair
Away to see my smile
Sing me into slumber
Where happiness exists 
Sing me a soft lullaby
And ill finally get some rest...

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Hymen intact, it was a long night
in the grave. A naked skeleton
trying to cover, after a broken skull –

by telltale hands. Failed weapons ?
To bring out the unborn child of a
rhyme? The shadow lengthens on the bird’s nest.

A moon subtracted from a sky, meets
the sobbing silence of a valley. The
virgins will be sold again.

Mind blowing pearl on a wedding day
becomes a dance of tsunami, engulfing a smashed
boat of a body.


Satish Verma...

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