Unborn Poems - Poems about Unborn

Anger turned to joy, With the news one day, A little life was on the way. Excitement in his eyes, a spark, A future dream, a bright new start. He told his mother, and brothers too, A father’s pride, a love so true. But when he came back, the light had dimmed, The change so swift, the warmth had thinned. At six months, the...

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End the death of the unborn, and protect them from receiving any harm. Made by choice and killed by force. We should all remember that we were once in that spot. Love and kindness should be given to the unborn until they are born. No harm or death should be given to someone who has...

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In an instant, one or more lives can be changed forever. A car crosses the road, now headed for a pick-up truck. The driver, husband and father to be, lies dead on the road. The wife and mother to be will some how survive, but will never be the same. The unborn baby will also survive, their lives will be changed forever. Their loving mother...

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Help me— I’m losing my hold, and so is the life I carry. This plea isn’t empty, this struggle isn’t obscured. But you walk on by, each face a silhouette, each footfall loud as my moans. I’m submerged in a wave that cannot bear my weight. Please, just one hand, before I fade entirely....

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Center stage, the fertile womb has room and walls. The fourth will speak to you with thumps and heartbeats Loud and clear : "I am here!" New life cannot be ignored... I love my sons. Aqua Marine. September 2024....

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Bloom in the womb ...

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Fatal love Love is life, love creates more love and lives Love comes from life, love exists for new life New lives come from love. Life is life and love Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children My dead children are...

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Greening trees thatch a spackled sky, but not yet. Cardinals kick up patches of sound, but not yet. Winter is sowing Spring, setting fire to mist and smoke, planting flames onto a colorless sky, coyote's itch in their dreams, Do you imagine a smear of green on the frozen mud, or is it the new blood of the yet unborn?...

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("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) ...

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Summer sets in as winter falls astray Childhood memories of things untold what has & has not been spoken tales of truth hidden behind secrecy and lies. Held captive, from childish ignorance and innocence These inner wounds have been craving a voice, a mix of their own. Fear, despair tangles on the wings of spring Stranded on an island...

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TO MY UNBORN CHILD, FOR THIS I WRITE FOR THIS IS MY OATH TO YOU INTO THIS GREAT AND VARIED WORLD YOU'LL HAVE A PLACE AND A JOB TO DO SO AS YOUR MOTHER I CAN OFFER ADVICE HELP YOU TO FIND YOUR WAY THROUGHOUT YOUR LIFE THERE IS MUCH TO LEARN AND YOU'LL LEARN SOMETHING NEW EACH DAY I WILL SHOW YOU...

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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...

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Though my heart was broken because I never knew you, my unborn, unknown, unfamiliar thought, the one that was much more than an inkling, yet never as familiar as the whisper of a hope. Though I longed for you in this life and never would feel your hand in my own, I would be blessed...

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Maybe one day you'll just say thanks for having me, rearing me, putting up with me, parrying all my foibles, and quaint weaknesses, thanks for loving me, just as I am, for loving you, just as you are, two beings, friends, brought here together, momentarily, feebly, caringly connected, you to me me to you a pair....

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TO MY YET UNBORN To my yet unborn, I must say this to you You will experience a world so unlike mine Much of it a computer generated scene Old leadership and sagacity from books Will no longer be quite as it first looks Printed words, even if displayed onscreen An A.I heritage regularly crossing the line But all of this I‘ll wish...

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