Childbirth Poems

Childbirth poems bring the best collection of short and long childbirth poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great childbirth rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these childbirth poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on childbirth are here for you.

Little Annabelle

Little Annabelle long poem

Your appearance was so subtle and sweet So much so that I didn’t notice you Until April 2nd You were but a flutter in my stomach, The caterpillar before the butterfly. The doctor said you were blooming Beautifully. That’s why

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Feel Of Sharing A God

Feel Of Sharing A God short poem

It should not have happened this way, or that way, rendering breathing difficult in the intense smoke of misunderstanding. The granite wall between the doors! You grope through a thicket of words crossing the centuries of hate. Sun, no sun

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Can I Unmask?

Can I Unmask? short poem

Being a girl, what is it like? No! You can’t be out late, you can’t ride a bike Don’t party hard, keep the boys at bay You have all the freedom, they say… But, why then are our choices already

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

Where Heaven And Earth Meet

Where Heaven And Earth Meet short poem

A stroke of genius like a work of art I can feel it in my heart now a miracle and a dream come true The breaking of bondage like little pieces of glass scattered apart coming back to myself now

LOC

LOC short poem

The shells have not spared the lush slopes. There will be no flora left till dusk. The rocks have blocked the path behind. Chimney-climb not possible. The river-side is being bombed incessantly! A few bullets last in my pockets. And

Chains

Chains short poem

“Man is born free. But, Everywhere He is in chains.” Woman, is never born! Birth is life… She is only gifted, with a pair of machines… We call those machines ‘Eyes’ on a man’s face! Unbreakable, indestructible Chains are made

Meditation on Love

Meditation on Love long poem

I would be unhappy if I foolishly thought you loved me I know you do not Love is not love if not found in intention and motive but only in words as the latter gets carried out in action and

Power Of The Goddess!

Power Of The Goddess! long poem

It was celebration of the Panguni Pongal for the sixth day People assemble before the Goddess Kaali, to pray Big sand pot is full of water Below is a stock of wood, set to enter Water is set to boil,

Down

Down long poem

Twilight town A black gown Gray eyes with a blue sky but a slight frown Brown hair. Greasy as if colored by a crayon The crown fell down. It can’t be found. A loss of hope A tree with a

If No Hands

If No Hands long poem

If no hands, she had, There won’t be any bangles, The colors and sounds, attracting My attention to see and catch On the exorbitance of my love, Breaking it, with no intention, But broke; and fell down. The glass-chips, with

Afeared Rose

Afeared Rose short poem

He gave me a rose today, It was not any Rose day, But for his brutish words last night, I know he is sorry so I smiled. He gave me a rose today, It was not our anniversary day, But

Last Night’s Dream

Last Nights Dream short poem

I don’t recall much from last night’s dream only that you were there and so was I for the first time in quite a while I remember your figure glowing in the darkness of sleep so brightly it threatened to

Heaven Forbid

Heaven Forbid long poem

Well he’s my friend and I’d never Do anything to betray him but The things you say and do when We’re alone I get the feeling you’re Just using him to get to me… Well HEAVEN FORBID I’m wrong But

Just For You

Just For You short poem

I am not a singer But yet I sang… ….modulating my tones… The trees heard, The flowers danced The bees kicked and rocked… The birds orchestrated for me The melody of love I sang just for her…. …but she did

Funky Monkey

Funky Monkey short poem

Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer tractor in a pair of blue overalls everybody that gets a load of you just has to have their picture taken with you Now you’re a movie star with agents on speed dial

My Heart

My Heart prose poem

As I’m slowly drifting away. Do you even care that our memories are fading away? Feeling like this it’s like a new invention. Was breaking my heart your true intention? Now when I mention your name I drown in a

Restrictions

Restrictions short poem

what are restrictions?. A big question mark..? Specially to a girl, which force her to abnegate herself. She abolishes, But could not polish. In hearts dreams are wide, The fact is they are dead. Dreams are viewed, In a deep

And She Was Lost..

And She Was Lost.. short poem

She did know what she felt in a moment She was overjoyed and heartsick at the same time She would never tell how she perceived She would stay quiet, calm and decided to keep it to herself She had lost

Within

Within short poem

Pain, hurt, despair, What tragic words so rare, It hits my heart from deep within, Suffering, turmoil I have ever been. It’s hard to feel the pain so real, Hoping this will end for me to heal, But around me

Am Skies

Am Skies short poem

Hauling bats, Twinkling stars Musical background and cloud with marks Cold waters running like Nile; How beautiful is AM and it’s sky! Moon playing hide and seek with clouds; Wondering why can’t the sun come when moon is around? Hoping

Birthday

Birthday short poem

Shot in the face an insider tells the story of withdrawl of the vision thing. Crooked hands lift the frozen lake to drimk the elixir of death. Lonely home inspires the dark bird to land on the window of mountain

Stray Reflections

Stray Reflections short poem

Yet another threshold to archives consigned Not greatly different & equitably assigned Peaks yet to be scaled troughs I still contend Old resolve as essence logic even now defend A blend nearly flawless but for the final whisk That tells

Nurturing Lungs

Nurturing Lungs short poem

A spoonful of sugar melts into his tea And how perfectly made they are My nurturing soul is utterly satisfied While his lungs let go of the tar “If that balloon pops, I shall cry I already feel just like

Love Sonnet 127

Love Sonnet 127 sonnet poems

As light raindrops pat mildly on my hair, Reminding of the April drizzles felt; A heavier pour could drench in disrepair, Romantic strolls to fizzle or to melt; We watched torrents pelt our favorite tree, To gush off the boughs,

History

History short poem

Focused on burgundy palms as the age blinks, you start distressing on a unipolar pinnacle, biting the nails. The road absorbs the horizon. Perched on a controversial tree the birds break into small events to reach the grass roots. A

Chains Of Success

Chains Of Success short poem

You can not control your life, there’s no remote to it to rewind, if you lose hope and start crying, you will definitely miss your precious time; Grieving over the lost chances, won’t make your tomorrow perfect, the tantrums that

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

Voices in my head

Voices in my head short poem

You know I hear a few voices in my head They call me by my name They want me dead I should feel ashamed they said But I didn’t listen to them I had you as a friend Hearing them

Melon

Melon short poem

My body is a melon you tap it once and you know I am full. You tap it twice and you decide that my voice deserves to meet your mother for dinner. You take me home nestled between your arms,

Like Cain Of Old

Like Cain Of Old short poem

I placed her as a goddess above me And gazed upon her in awe and worship I harvested the best of me And brought it before her in words and deeds My very soul I placed upon her altar My

Bizarre Betrayal

Bizarre Betrayal long poem

I I don’t even know what to call The feeling in my torso, So tart and curdle. Meager me! As I keep on recalling your words “It was a mistake,” you said. But the brutal fact is, I grasped it

My White Rose

My White Rose short poem

My white rose let me take you in my arms Let me kiss you like real thirsty dew drop Love has to follow declared beauty norms Love in its intensity remains but non stop My white rose let me kiss

Nobody’s Fool

Nobodys Fool ballad

Will I ever be your one and only, will I ever mean that much to you I know she broke your heart, tore your dreams apart, but you’re nobody’s fool You say she left you without warning, but we both

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

Anna

Anna long poem

Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood prose poem

Nearly four years ago, we sold our home where we had lived for nearly fifteens years. That was long enough to grow a nice garden of all kinds of flowers, including roses. Unfortunately, I was saddened that we could not

Dear Uncle

Dear Uncle short poem

I wish i could hear your voice Your hearty laugh was my ray of sunshine Why did you have to leave so soon I wish i could hug you for one last time When i saw you lying in the

The Boomerang Bird

The Boomerang Bird short poem

The boomerang bird is back with us again, the tireless sickle, slashing swathes of wind inflicting wounds with wicked scything wings, shrieking summer’s swift ecstatic pain. It flings itself at frightened insects, flies on whittled blades, deadly smooth and fast,

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare

A Leaf That Left The Life Of An Innocent Bare prose poem

He did not read my diary left open, to know my kind Just read that middle page from his age set mind If only he had the time and patience That would have checked him by his conscience To read