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

Poems containing references to : Childbirth

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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Five

Five short poem

As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These

Nature’s Course

Natures Course short poem

It was the middle of winter. A crisp white morning. Birds trilling in high pitched notes. Did their little feet get cold? I wondered, as I walked by listening to their sweet tunes. Deep in thought, a car horn peeped,

Fear Not

Fear Not short poem

Fear not, my friends, of dreaming For those who call themselves realists, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends, of loving For those who call themselves heartbroken, will have faith, none, in you Fear not, my friends,

Scented Memories

Scented Memories short poem

On this lazy Sunday while the rest of the pack are Nursing sore eyes, here I am on the winding lanes where memories lay, like strewn flowers, and some still bloom on those hedgerows behind which a shining face, often

Mary

Mary short poem

“Mary, are you blind? Mary, are you dying? Mary, are you kind? Mary, I am happy for you. Mary, Mary, Mary; the blind lady from the darkness. You come slowly from the ground, as your eyes are stitched tight. Mary,

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,

The Lady Of Haddon Hall

The Lady Of Haddon Hall ballad

She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope is a drop of water Trembling at the tip of a dry leaf. A grain of sugar undissolved On the rim of an empty cup. It is a paper windmill On a still day A grain of sand On

Sorrow

Sorrow short poem

Again the Sorrow Coming like a crawling thief. By stealing joy and all what was the dearest It leaves me in the hollowness of grey No sun, no stars and neither blue, blue sky I don’t see anything, and I

Lost Love

Lost Love short poem

Though I could hardly breathe My heart raced within me. The sound of his voice excited me. I need to confront, lift my head up, admit to my mistake, love I deserted, but still crave. Did he forget, time erased

Family Allowance

Family Allowance long poem

Today I smiled as a memory came through, Remembering how I got angry with you, I climbed onto the counter, 8 years old, Never one to do as I was told. I wanted something in a cupboard so high, I

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

At The End Of The Rainbow

At The End Of The Rainbow short poem

I was a little kid, reading books, listening to my grandpa and grandma, telling stories about the rainbow. I was fond of it, I was even sharing it, Drawing about it even if I am not good in painting it.

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems)

Withdrawal Symptoms ( Arabic Love Poems) long poem

Before going , the despair suffocates our love and pumps depression doses in kisses In our addiction We lived together the brightest eras of love The addict lovesick was attacked by infection After the end of love I gave up

Love

Love short poem

Black is strong Black is pure Black believes Black portraits her beauty love by all Black she is she was the one that said wasn’t it love, you said changes a man’s state send him yearning weeping yet laughin’ wasn’t

Tick Tock Song

Tick Tock Song long poem

The coffee shops spill over with uninspired espressos, The jukebox shudders over in ebbs and flows, The conversation is just a din that adds up and grows, The footfalls are stampeding all over the floors. There is a voice singing

A Taste Of Greece

A Taste Of Greece prose poem

Skies of bright blue Seas of Emerald Green All the colours of the rainbow in between Blue and White upon their flag Bright purple flowers on sandstone coloured walls The sands are white and dark in places The fields are

Other God Was Sleeping

Other God Was Sleeping short poem

Time within the earth hour was lengthening. The other god was sleeping. Becoming was inviting the death while climbing. Frostbite amputates the memory. Ending without beginning, I was asking the seeker to stop searching the answers. The houses were burning

Lust Wrong Time Wrong Person

Lust Wrong Time Wrong Person long poem

I was trying to steer clear of the type I adore Refrain from where I’ve went wrong before Lad about town with that criminal behaviour In the long run he will not work in my favour But I cant help

Twilight Song

Twilight Song short poem

The sky is aglow with last rays On altitudes twilight lingers late And saffron clouds hang like lanterns In the vast dusky firmament So deep and gloomy are my thoughts But not in the net of melancholy caught I might

My Father

My Father short poem

Days and months make my years But your presence alone serves a thought. We might leave sweet potatoes and cassava to rot But your presence alone reminds me your patience. Your dignity is like a great river that flow heavens’

Rainbow

Rainbow short poem

I have createdA rainbowJust for youFor in my dreamsI see youWhen I’m awakeI imagine youAll becauseOf your exquisiteQualitiesThat is so beautifulAnd lovelyThat helps me throughIn my lonelyExistence here inThis country… 

Brick

Brick short poem

To build a wall Of a broken heart By an empathy hope To make a home In a world To live in together With freedom of rooms If it is needed Giving a space For unity in diversity When humanity

Ninth Symphony

Ninth Symphony short poem

A scented moon caves in on a tree top and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud, It is good to be friendless sometimes. Me and homecoming become synonymous. We are ruined by familiar paths. The mist deepens. Not reaching

Late Night

Late Night short poem

Take it all, take it all, take it all, I don’t want it anymore take my pen, take my sin, take my hands and heart again, take my eyes so I am blind, and take my feet so I can’t

Gaia’s Paradox

Gaia’s Paradox long poem

Metallic spacecrafts cloud the sky Griffins, Dragons and Fairies spread their wings and fly Mermaids come on the back of Dolphins singing their sacred song of Precedent Well I wouldn’t of believed it either if I hadn’t of seen it

The Search

The Search short poem

Within quadrants.. within transects… they divided the sky, they combed cirrus clouds, squeezed ripe cumulus dry. Within zones… within layers… they divided the sea, they netted frail salps, calculated densities in degrees. Within hypothesis within theories they divided the stars,

Deep Into The Sea

Deep Into The Sea short poem

As I slowly walk into a fine sunny day, Gently picking and kicking the white sand along the bay, I look at the sea and begin closing my eyes, feel the coldness of the air that soothes me, And opening

A Message For Love

A Message For Love short poem

Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our

Let Us Be Free

Let Us Be Free short poem

My soul said to me.., O thou quantum of this serene sanctum; What good is thee.. if thou aren’t free. I said I know what you seek You mighty be meek; Just break those chains those shackles of pain. Thus

Descending

Descending short poem

I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making

The Independent Beauty

The Independent Beauty short poem

she looked like a spool of thread in a giant hand but she just liked to play in sand her eyes made the girl to trap her she was addicted by her soft fur the girl wanted to protect her

False Truth

False Truth short poem

Fateful memories prick me today Taking me back to life’s old way A storm of dry and vacant tears Snatches away all my cheers My deadly life just spins around Making me sit back rolled up in a wound Cause

Crabs

Crabs short poem

They pinch and grab Dragging me down They keep trying Pulling me down Right to their level I strive to rise I strive to be the best Lift myself up And leave the rest Because I’m no crab I have

Individually

Individually short poem

That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.

The Colour Of Peace

The Colour Of Peace short poem

Dare I ask for peace in this turbulent world of silent wars The colour of war is dark and dissolute Corrupt, abounded with fear Yet still I hope for a glint of light Peace what is its colour In this

The Beauty Of Winter

The Beauty Of Winter long poem

The cold air seeped down with no heart, What was once a sea of beauty and life, Now had been turned to a grave of white and death, The city had almost all but stopped living too. Morning turned to

The Beach

The Beach prose poem

The beach stares at the sea.. But what does he really wait for?.. The waves The sea keeps throwing waves at the beach. The beach loves the waves.. Everytime a new wave arrives,she plays with the beach..titilates his sand particles..