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Poem Details | by
Nadia Steel |
Categories:
baby, bereavement, child, death, loss, mother, spoken word,
My body is a graveyard.
I buried you inside this defective womb.
I am less than a woman.
My flesh a fertile tomb.
Tiny ghost.
I will never hold you.
My baby is crying.
My baby is crying and no one can hear their haunting wail but me.
Night after night.
Hush now.
Shhh,
Momma loves you.
Inviting this emotional decay,
I am damaged.
My heart is in the ground with you, dear one.
This body betrayed me.
The space between these hips,
Now an empty cradle.
That gentle heartbeat,
Faltered,
Ceased.
I am always with you.
Child,
Deceased.
My soul gently rocks you,
As you sleep.
When the fragile heart stops beating,
Are you still called mother?
Poem Details | by
Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
america, baby, death, murder, music,
AMERICAN DREAMS SMASHED TO SMITHEREENS
Miss American pie has a dream -
whipped cream of tijuana brass.
Groovy tunes quit on smoking grass.
Frisbee LP like steaming saucers crash.
The homecoming court is plastered.
What could possibly be the matter?
Moon rockets in flight, rock me all night baby.
There were stars in my eyes, as lala land denied.
In my crib the beatles rock me to sleep,
while Tate’s fetus stares at the Helter Skelter light.
7/28/2017
Chosen song: American Pie
Poem Details | by
Elizabeth Kinch |
Categories:
angel, baby, bereavement, heaven, loss, love, mother daughter,
O-n this Easter day God took you up to heaven.
L-ong days and nights followed, especially for your mummy who misses you with an
I-tensity that only a mother can. A
V-acant hole in her heart, forever longing for you.
I-nvisible threads of love will always bind you together, you are mummy's
A-ngel, who is always with her.
Remembering my niece Olivia who left this world twenty two years ago, aged three months.
Poem Details | by
amie scheitel |
Categories:
death, loss, mother, baby, prayer, baby, girl,
Sweeter than a flower special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Kneeling in prayer singing a tune
Beautiful young one baby girl
See her face glowing
Know that she's going to a better place
Surrounded by angels
Near the pearly gates
Safely in the sacred arms
Looking up at Jesus face
Sweeter than a flower
Special as could be
A little girl softly asleep
Close your eyes right now
See her going
To a better place
Your little baby girl
Poem Details | by
True Love |
Categories:
america, anger, anxiety, baby, death, divorce, dream,
No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
*
Even though this is the last chance to see you,
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying,
I won't come.
*
It's the most difficult decision
I've ever made in my life.
However, it is much easier for me
than to continue rending my dignity.
*
I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!
Poem Details | by
Pernell Rodocker |
Categories:
abuse, baby, daughter, death, dedication, missing, murder,
Did you wake with a smile on your face?
Were you ready to start, set the pace?
Feeling and wanting to just be close?
Are you wand’ring alone as a ghost?
Where were you and why did you go?
Many were looking don’t you know?
Caylee I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
If I were they wouldn’t even dare…
I’m sorry you missed big girl pants….
A father to hold you a hug and a dance…
There won’t be a clown or pony you see.
Only rain and sorrow inside of me.
Every child in the world touches my heart.
Oh so young when they depart.
I’m sure with Sarah you dance and play…
Together forever every day…
There are no tears where you are…
Poem Details | by
Faye Gibson |
Categories:
baby, birth, death, life,
Precious, life sustaining oxygen flows
no longer; linking chord tethering me
severed, I lie upon hard cold table.
I see cloudy images--a table
holds my angel mother. Sweet red blood flows
from soft nurturing nest once holding me.
Mommy, don’t discard your babe. Look at me!
Life can be saved. An abortion table
Should not separate with death our love flows.
Love flows away. Save me from this table.
Copyright, July 17, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Poem Details | by
Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
baby, birth, grief, loss, parents, sad,
Blue
Small
Our child
Our wee girl
Too small to draw breath
She wanted our love so dearly
Could not wait to know us and greet this glorious world
Yet she arrived early, and now sleeps eternal in the security of your arms
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge January 2019 - Fibonacci" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
* This form is called "Fibonacci" and contains a syllable count of 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 ... syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. *
Poem Details | by
Michael Burch |
Categories:
baby, betrayal, child abuse, death, grave, humanity, prejudice,
Neglect
by Michael R. Burch
What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?
What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?
Before this day is gone,
how many more will die
with bellies swollen, wasted limbs,
and eyes too parched to cry?
I fear for our souls
as I hear the faint lament
of their souls departing ...
mournful, and distant.
How pitiful our "effort,"
yet how fatal its effect.
If they died, then surely we killed them,
if only with neglect.
Poem Details | by
Constance La France |
Categories:
angst, baby, death,
the wind blew that day
the hearse shiny black
the coffin so small
for a baby boy-
weeping filled the air
a lullaby
slipped from my lips
in the wild wind-
drifting with tears
with heads bowed
hearts broken
he left us -
on small
angel-
wings
___________________________
December 10, 2019
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/the wind beneath angel wings
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1206-643-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pick A Title, Vol 12, Diminished Hexaverse
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #2- The Wind Beneath Angel Wings
First Place
Poem Details | by
Al Parry |
Categories:
anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
Poem Details | by
brittney lopez |
Categories:
absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Poem Details | by
Christopher Thor Britt |
Categories:
baby, bereavement, death, depression, loss,
The distant sound of foot fall as
I trod a barren land
Diminished to an echo near my heart
My "patience" through the years has
Brought me to a still born stand
Encompassed by the fears of a new start
Grieve I for the life I've lost
Forever laid to rest
My emptiness is now a hardened shell
My struggle to surrender fights
Temptation to resist
Who will be the victor? Time will tell.
Poem Details | by
Michael Miers |
Categories:
allegory, arabic, baby, bereavement, care, grave, hyperbole,
line against the wall
fat birds too wrung out to drive
later, rooms' sweet ease
Poem Details | by
kathryn collins |
Categories:
death,
Proof in Lock of Hair and Baby Tooth
‘Love you mama’
Shouts a fairy’s
baby tooth
set long before
in a violet velvet box.
‘Miss you lots’
whispers mama,
eyes fixed as she
fondles the
pearly bit.
This kind of love
so fast, no force
of wind can pry
from a mother’s
heart hammered to pieces
clumsily restored
with loving epoxy
and homemade patches
of friends and
family.
Time’s stitches transform
the gaping wound in
scabby healing
and finally the
scar – another proof.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
Poem Details | by
Madrigal Franch |
Categories:
baby, death, feelings, granddaughter, heartbroken, missing you, moving on,
I watched her
dropping the phone,
in nano movements
My heart stomped
out, the harshness
of a dial tone
And from endless
holes, these little eyes
scrunched with sadness
I suppose, I didn't know
what it meant to die
or why the tears
stuck to me
Sickle celled with
every memory,
around the lobes
of my being
Where I could
still hear you laugh,
the breaths of air
Grew arms
-- and comforted me.
Poem Details | by
David McSorley |
Categories:
baby, basketball, death, heartbreak, memorial day, mother, my child,
A silent tear runs down her face
As she lays within this darkened place
Her mind alone cannot forget
Her memories so clear and yet
So long ago her baby's cry
When from her womb the child did fly
Into her heart forever hers
If only for a moment, "Oh why not year's"
And now the moment she has prayed to be
Her last silent tear and her broken heart free
Poem Details | by
Laura Leiser |
Categories:
baby, betrayal, death,
What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.
Written on 9/21/2015
Poem Details | by
john beharry |
Categories:
baby, bird, butterfly, cat, death, flying, insect, mother, nature, sad, sorrow,
mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat
mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is
the way of nature
loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane
Poem Details | by
daver austin |
Categories:
autumn, baby, bereavement, fish,
MORE HAIKU
fishing boat at dock
hearty laughter from the pub
splash! moon breaks in two
Dave Austin
Poem Details | by
Shirley Rebstock |
Categories:
baby, grief,
The OB doctor had feverishly yelled orders in vain
only the nurses trying to save the last triplet remain
Laboring mom in agony trying to cope
Her heart bleeding love without hope
Poem Details | by
JAY JOHNSON |
Categories:
absence, abuse, addiction, africa, age, allah, allegory, allusion, analogy, animal, anniversary, anti bullying, april, arabic, assonance, autumn, baby, beach, best friend, betrayal, bird, birthday, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, mother, nostalgia, religion, satire, sister, son, sympathy,
DONE
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Jay
Poem Details | by
Marilyn Williams |
Categories:
baby, betrayal, child, death, gothic, loss, sorry,
If I could have seen how dear you would have been.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
If I could have known what joy you would bring.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
If I had seen you just a little.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
Had I felt you moving inside.
Then, perhaps I would not have done it.
If all that happened was made known to me, then perhaps
I would not have done it, for You would be with me.
Poem Details | by
Linda Barr |
Categories:
death, introspection, parody, people, satire, mother, baby, baby, mother, time,
A Dirty Basement Room
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Weakened mother was defiled
Forced my law to birth a child
Upon a dirty pillow she lies
In a dirty room the mother dies
Mother and son soon reconciled
Victims of government gone wild
A time to live a time to die
Angry rapist walks streets free
Will they listen to her plea?
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Angry rapist runs streets free
In a dirty basement room mother dies
Will they listen to her plea?
Poem Details | by
Smail Poems |
Categories:
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013