Stillborn Poems - Poems about Stillborn

No one believes me They say it’s in my head But half of the time I can not even get out of bed. Then the day came A new specialist Let’s see if today I can make a fist. They said they believe me But let’s just wait and see Let’s find out if they can help me Become pain free. Medication once again Will this ever end I...

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Glass hearts shattering From birth to death instantly Stillborn seems to dream...

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As I closed my door and lay down to sleep, A poem came and violently knocked at my door. Being quite late, I put a rein on my desire to admit it in Even in my sleep I could hear the faint sound of a knock. In the wee hours of the morn, as I sat up to house...

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I never seen your smile I never heard your cry, You where here only for a moment, and only God knows why. A piece of me you took with you on that tragic day, In pieces I am left because you could not stay. A thousand are in memories that we will never make, Until we...

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Stillborn Still dead Still arms, legs, And a head Still eyes open Spoken Still ripped from utero Still time to go A dream instead From cells molded Knees folded Named like me Who was she? And the word stillborn Dreams torn Word so bleak From eyes Tears leak In coffins buried Procession not hurried For two lives gone Having never seen dawn Developed with them Born with them Then why me? Why was I Determined to be? To exist and...

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there's a little dog that's laughing at a cow jumping the moon and a cat playing a fiddle on the wall of a bright room where a mobile's hanging silent waiting patiently to turn like the pages on the bookshelf that proclaim it's fun to learn and there's a bible on a small crib with its cross depicting love for a child born sadly...

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Moon willow baptized white light Dance darkness dewy devine Bloody babe stillborn...

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slate gray day's nocturnal mood souls sensitive often brood upon nature's whimsy, caprice yearnings stillborn know no peace darkness settles in forest, meadows 'pon every plateau ~ doused, flames' embers in shuttered chateaus...

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Pain abates. A silent love zigzags through his bullet wound. He is an Indian mercenary fighting for the Allies. He was born with a rusted iron spoon in his mouth. Hunger made him a soldier. He’s fit, fights again for the alien cause. Her eyes trigger his heart. For the first time, he longs for an...

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I am in heaven Created by the master the all Father I am a spirit down through the fallopian spiritual tunnel I'm from spiritual to material matter In the flesh I'm surrounded in the womb I rest not at liberty to move alas my breath goes back Back to the Father I relax for here on Earth I...

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Daddy’s really sorry He never got the chance to say hello And daddy’s so very sorry He never got the chance to say goodbye But there are some things I need to let you know Before I let you go off To your home with God in the sky Even though I never knew you I want you to know That I am so...

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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...

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Once upon a time There was a still born child She didn’t scream Just cried She was alive But dead inside She was born to a woman That had fallen from heaven Who had married a man That was living in sin Little girl was born in a house That never was her home The house was cold Not warmed with love Only fire from above May 20-16 The little girl...

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Raw Intelligence… Like dry Cement Sitting unmixed Never used To make Anything Real Raw Intelligence… A flashing Neon light To its own Potential Bulbs Burning out One at a time Raw Intelligence… Its shadows Forever littered Along a Lost and Forgotten Past tense Alleyway Raw Intelligence… Like shards of Glass In the maelstrom Reflecting a story Of what Might Have been (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Once upon a time A baby girl was born But not a tear she cried, Not a whisper could be heard. The baby sleeps in peace, So gentle and undisturbed. What beautiful harmony - That precious little girl. Once upon a time A baby girl was born And through the air she flies With little wings and a halo. Through the sky she flutters Searching for her home Where...

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