#birth poems on Hello Poetry

Jeremy Betts 3d

Things are bad and getting worse
And what's worse
Is this stagnant curse
One maybe set from birth
But who knows
All I know
Is it can't lead to the back of a hearse
First things first
And for what is worth
I need to find my worth
But while searching for self worth
I find myself dying of thirst
Realizing life can't be reversed
I have to accept the path I've traversed
And acknowledge the wasted good karma
Will never be reimbursed

©2025

#life #bad #worse #stagnant #curse #birth #hurst #worthy #dying #thirst

Agnieszka de Lods 5d

The Birth of a New Man

To close emotions tightly?
A broken mosaic,
it’s hard to fix.
It's better not to risk another fall.

Tears are gone,
the eyes are empty,
like a vast desert,
with blue-black flashes of memory,
hitting him out of control.

Life appears and disappears
in the cells of the body.
Emotions?
He can't feel it anymore.
There’s too much pain.

When the last wound heals,
he will pass through life
as a New Automatic Person.
Anesthetized to all sensations,
Although deep down,
he would like to feel
something again.

#birth #newman

Abbott J Hardison Jan 18

Creation Of Doubt

You
Want
To
Know
Me
Well no you don't you just want to know how it's like to know me
Practice
leaving
everything
alone
somberly
eventually
Then you'll know what it is like to be me to be an idea and not real.

#doubt #birth #ideas #real #knowing #abstract

Edward Hynes Jan 2

Ice, Ibuprofen and Time

"Birth, and copulation, and death.
That’s all the facts when you come to brass tacks:
Birth, and copulation, and death.”*

But though he repeated them twice,
Those aren’t all the facts when you
come to brass tacks,
Eliot left out a line:

Somewhere between copulation and death,
When you’re well along, but not near
  your last breath,
You find that the facts when you come to brass tacks are
Ice, ibuprofen and time,
My friend,
Ice, ibuprofen and time.



*T.S. Eliot, from Sweeney Agonistes.

#eliot #humor #maturity #seniors #ibuprofen #time #birth #death

Rubianne Foster Dec 2024

Creation

Stardust swirls through the blackness
The faintest glow
Becoming an indomitable brilliance
The Moon’s rebel, the Sun’s insurgent
The one guarded by angels with shaking hands
Their exasperation echoes
Through my mothers lips
A hollow sigh
Felt deeply in the bones
Etched in the marrow, carved in the skin
Born of the stars
Born into sin

#birth #creation #sin #self

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024

...birth of a poet.

squeezed into existence by the head – coughing out
my first words, with lungs choked with dust;
a body rhyming; to the rhythm of heartbeats against
a mother’s *****— eyes nourished by the vibrant
hues of this bewildering new realm.

in those nascent moments, my existence began shrouded
in shadows—the tunnel’s end merely a flicker; the stars ached
the skies cried their rain; on that eve, the wind exhaled the
essence of creation into my very skin.

so my skin ignited like a volcano, each limb ablaze with
fervour, the heat layering upon itself—yet still, the tantalizing
urge to step out caressed my feet.

Every sensation was a revelation; each experience felt like
a debut, devouring time as if it were the first taste of life—
longing for love swirling above me, a fire igniting my desire
for a pen, spiralling into infinity, as if it were all happening
for the very first time.

...birth of a poet.

#birth #poet #poetry #life #child

Elizabeth Kelly Dec 2024

For Bee on Her Second Birthday

You were born on a Wednesday.
It was snowing, I think.
I nearly died, and you too,
My blood pressure screaming as your heart rate bobbed and weaved,
A reaction to the terrible ordeal of being born.

The night I learned you were a girl
I lay in bed alone and asked you about yourself.
What is your name?
Beatrice,
you said.
Bee.
A name all your own, belonging to only you.
Beatrice the First:
Shakespeare’s snap dragon heroine;
Dante’s ethereal guide.
Traveler and pollinator;
Wings and a stinger.

Daddy was scared but I didn’t know until later.
He made jokes and played “Something’s Rattling, Cowpoke” by Ben Gibbard on the Bluetooth and held my right leg when it was time to push.

And suddenly there you were.
More alive than the Holy Spirit on Sunday morning,
Bigger than poetry
Bright as a technicolor daydream
And so substantial.
We did it. We made it.

The Tibetans believe that we are all wandering souls.
That crazy movie, Enter the Void, I think about it all the time.

We choose.

Did you choose me?
A willful, chronically sleep-deprived, anxious mess?
How did you know it would work out?
How did you know that my life would not start until, with an audience of doctors and nurses and your family, you were laid in my arms that cold night?
I have such doubts but this I know:
I will choose you every moment of every day and still
it will not be enough to repay you for giving me the gift of yourself.

#birth #motherhood #parenthood #babies #birthdays #trauma

Emma Dec 2024

breach

in the womb's quiet,
tiny limbs seek open space,
cord loops like a snare.

breathless, he tumbles,
head held high where it should bow,
life's thread pulls too tight.

silent prayers rise,
hands reach to untangle fate,
hope clings to the light.

#birth #breach #haiku

Jenish Dec 2024

It is Me

I am the witness, the eternal witness, of the universe where stars are born and raised in effulgence, where vast empty spaces teem with celestial bodies, where the planet of life spins, a marvel of intelligence amidst the cosmic expanse. I stand at the intersection of past, present, and future, bound by names and actions, yet ever watching. I am the same witness who beholds the eternal drama of birth and death, both a spectator and a participant in this endless cycle.

In this timeless sea,
Me the sole chosen seer—
visions come and fade.

Haibun

#witness #birth #death

Leanne Nov 2024

My own "special star"

Stars upon which I gaze from here on Earth,
Each one special, formed in space in its "solar birth."
When I look up to find my "special star,"
In one swift scan, I see you shining so bright, yet so far.
It's hard to find you sometimes with other stars shooting by so fast.
If I could just grab you and keep you, my "special star" in a jar so you could last.
Oh, if I could just hold you right here in this jar made of glass...
I can never touch you by hand, as you're a giant ball of gas.
But if I were to keep you sitting high on a mantle,
My "special star" would be like a trophy in a fine case, only for my hands to handle.
My "special star" is a treasure, so
If you take it from me and then let it go,
My heart would shatter like glass,
My heart would disappear like vapor,
If my "special star" is taken from me, then my constellation would not be complete.
My constellation wouldn't home my "special star" that completes the entirety of me.

Leanne 11/15/24 updated 12/3/24

#special #star #completes #gaze #form #space #birth #love