#pregnant
a year ago
i lie awake
unexpectedly pregnant
crying because
what i knew was right for me
was not conventionally right
what some women dream of
was my worst nightmare
what i dreamed of at one time
felt so disgusting wrong
the guilt eats me away sometimes now
it creeps up
in the night
in the darkness
in the cold
i hope one day i get that chance again
when everything is right
when the enviorment is right
when the timing is right
i hope one day i get that chance again
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 9:15 PM UTC
looking d
o
w
n on this earth,
the moon sheds iridescent liquid pearl gems,
Lamenting for EARTH,
a earth that's
pregnant
WITH
sorrowful burdens,
how must I not feel despair,
feeling the moon's magnificent repercussions of sudden eruption,
feeling of sheer dread,
tearfully pleading for it to end,
In shock, for a moment,
muted are my words,
my tongue asleep,
Fingers crave, mind agonized...
martyred for words.
My pen bleeds ink,
innovating a remdesivir,
to cure the world,
if only there were a cure for
ONE
&
ALL!
To cure the world of the pandemic burdens of HATE, INJUSTICE and VIOLENCE,
but until then,
we must not dabble in silence!
~SacredInkedBlood
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 10:19 PM UTC
Come May. Come what may.
The most significant thing today
first Monday in May
my wife six months pregnant with twins
says she’s scared what we’re getting ourselves into.
Like the time I moved into an apartment uptown
I mean way uptown, Bronx uptown, uptown
where I’d never been
bomba echoing in the airshaft
painted the walls banana yellow and moved out the next day.
Lost the deposit.
A few months later moved back to the same neighborhood,
stayed a decade.
I’m not—scared, that is—but they’re not kicking my insides out, either.
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC
Firdous was what I wanted to name a daughter I hoped to bear,
After marrying the most perfect man and making myself the most perfect wife,
In a nice house with walls that springs delight and
With many specialized rooms only waiting for the memories I hoped for us to make.
Only to find myself in the lavatory within the office,
With a pregnancy test that glows happy with positive,
And I should be happy,
I know I should be -for I may finally be able to bear my precious Firdous,
Oh precious precious Firdous.
But with what husband?
With what house? with what walls of Delight?
And with which rooms to fill with her laughter and tears and....
What do I do? Dear lord what do I do?
Do I ****** my chance of this happiness?
Do I ****** the bliss of the future I dream of?
Or do I disappoint my mother- the one who bore me?
Do I choose to bring my precious in a world I'm yet to figure?
And I'm yet to find my place in?
Should I curse my baby with the burden of having no father?
Should I curse myself with the burden of a child that could suffer?
Because of having a mother that failed to provide efficiently?
What do I do dear lord?
Should I condem myself to hell or should I condem my beautiful baby-
unborn and unnamed,
to the hells of this world as an illegitimate with miserable likes of a mother like me.
-fir.m ♡
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 9:46 PM UTC
why you did it
still escapes me
but nothing else matters
now
all that savings
for better lives,
vows and memories
don’t make it any
easier
some kind of relief
or reassurance
would be great,
but i know there’s
nothing you could say
or do to fully
convince me
i hope It has
my nose or eyes,
but surely It has
your voice
… guess we’ll see
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 2:27 PM UTC
live hard,
care free on
the open lanes
just to get a
break
from it all.
besides,
how am i supposed to
have any fun
cooped up
like a house cat?
this place is different,
just enough light and
not too sticky but
the hops taste like
stale lollipops.
"call for a good time"
thanks, way ahead of ya.
two-dollar condoms?
what a way to make
an extra buck.
i'm back, sorry
wasn't expecting
to stay so long.
i'm parked out front,
what's your favorite
breakfast food?
Mom warned me not to
trust these dogs,
should've used
my last eight quarters.
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
Neausia
Melon, insatiable cravings
Picky mood
Moods swinging
Left to right
With heavy heart
She holds her tummy
And whisper
To him
"Your dad blueticked me today too
I know you feel
How my heart is heavy
But don't blame your dad
That much"
With a smile
Making a stupid grin
All her worries
Eased
Because he was inside her
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 5:27 PM UTC
What kind of a father
Would you be to my child
Would you hold them
To your chest
When they’re crying
Would you kiss them goodnight
Would you be patiently caring
Bringing strength to our lives
Simply asking these questions
To know what you’re like
Would you be a good father
The worth-choosing kind
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
The pendulum is a bull shark.
The hour of the savior is a pregnant bride's swan dive into the water.
The mighty mile is a figure 8 in the scoot of
non slop socks across the bare linoleum.
Blood and bright are the redness of the blanket.
divine terror at one hart beat per hour.
Finger nails green and black against a back drop
of the brightest, bluest eyes you've ever seen;
deep pools of liquid light that will shine when least expected.
And the obligation isn't one at all,
for when i breath in,
you breath out.
And when I gave consent 1000 years ago times 10-
you performed the exorcism under the shroud of my amnesia
and the spotted light from a crystal disco ball.
Shards of light moved upon the face of all the space between the stars.
My heart was in the highlands but now its in your hands.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
I don’t know why I’m crying.
No really. I have no idea.
I’m sitting here, and I just start bawling.
There’s so many gifts and things for the baby in my belly. But, nothing for me.
I’m making a whole child and I get nothing.
I can’t sleep at night, I’m uncomfortable.
A body pillow would help, but I’m too focused on saving to buy one myself.
I feel fat and ugly, but my boyfriend says I’m just pregnant.
But like, it must be true? He didn’t deny it.
Just told me I was pregnant.
Not, you are beautiful and perfect. Just pregnant.
I’m so tired all the time. And my boyfriend hates that I sleep. But I can’t help it. I’m so exhausted.
I just want to be held. And he doesn’t even want to touch me.
Am I really so bad?
Is this all in my head?
Am I crazy?
No, I’m just pregnant.
That’s what everyone tells me.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
Dripping down the floor
My body goes limp and falls
My water be broke
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
*
*Prophecy foretold
When golden rain meets her womb,
a hero shall rise*
*
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC
Writing this piece was a trouble,
says the story of a lovely couple.
A dinky apartment of 2 BHK.
Each day as lively as a flower in a freshly made bouquet.
First light was marked with peck.
Followed with looking for specs on the head.
Before the office came a hug,
that was addictive as a drug.
Their love moved the machine,
and so was their routine.
Today was no different,
For the going to be parent.
The peck, the spec, the hug and lunch.
All love showered in a bunch.
An extra kiss for the bump.
Promised to be back before the moon came up.
Had to return early,
to take her to the hospital securely.
The staff started to prepare.
Sat reciting a prayer.
That happiness was no lie,
when heard his baby girl cry.
Their eyes were full,
when saw their daughter beautiful.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
Squall
by Michael R. Burch
There, in that sunny arbor,
in the aureate light
filtering through the waxy leaves
of a stunted banana tree,
I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath,
the clattery implosions
and copper-bright bursts
of the bottoms of pots and pans.
I saw your swollen goddess’s belly
wobble and heave
in pregnant indignation,
turned tail, and ran.
Published by Chrysanthemum, Poetry Super Highway, Barbitos and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: pregnancy, pregnant, goddess, belly, wrath, anger, storm, monsoon, hormones, pots, pans
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
She awoke that morning, just a little bit *****
Though coitus slept aside her, to awake for sure.
Connected deeply, they concocted within her.
They loved in waiting. Nurturing mating.
She broke down in mourning.
Just two months early, was an end surely.
Suddenly it’s over, he can’t see but sober.
Schism in grief, surely gave them no peace.
The only thing birthed, were fraternal twins of pain.
Both of the same origin, but fertilized within a different sane.
He can’t vicariously be her, his lack of expressed emotion erode for sure.
Blocked empathy, sat in store to mold.
Building within, and different but akin.
Grew a pain far to much to hold.
Losing someone for they share, and held endless care.
Made of her hair, and his eyes.
Lost to a stolen breath, for which the thief was not in ties.
Drove her into confusion, just another word for her delusion.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
My Wife looks like she's pregnant but she's just fat.
People have been congratulating her and she hates that.
My father yelled "Woo Wee!" because he thought he was going to be a granddad.
But when he thought she was pregnant, she saw red because she was so mad.
She shaved his head bald and then she beat the crap out of him.
And when others congratulate her, she does the same to them.
Half of the people in my town are wearing bandages and they're bald.
She makes people pay because being pregnant isn't what she likes to be called.
People run because I'm living in a town that has been gripped by fear.
She did the same thing to a man that is done to a bull to make it a steer.
Please don't ask her if she's going to have a daughter or a son.
Because if you do, she'll get ****** and you will have to run.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
I never called her by name
In fact,
the last time I said 'darling' to her face
was 10 nameless years ago
when I misused her
like a habit;
And now I can't even remember how
her ***** looked like,
although it was the centre of my concern,
and her ******* are now bereft
of that exclusive bounce,
as perfect as they were...
I just about recall her stomach,
I see it now as an inverted bathtub..
After three years of haughty pull-outs
I got pregnant
at a 5-star hotel in Turkey;
there wasn't much discussion,
the first adult decision that came my way
felt formal,
It did trouble me a little how dry
and ready
was her 'No.'
It felt like luck that I concurred;
And though I keep forgetting more and more
I can't forgive her
for not being delusional enough in my regard
the same way that I am now of her,
for she spoke like a fish
and she ****** like a log,
but still she clogs my veins
and reigns over my sleep.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
her faced oozed frangelico;
a sweet reminder that she was top shelf.
you striped her skirt to the floor,
eyeing her chastity belt made of condoms.
unbeknownst to her father, you stole the key.
his shotgun alarmed you but not enough to stop.
the laws about minors stumped you but not enough to stop.
unlocking my belt, she prays.
on her knees.
mouth open.
she carefully places the cross that looms over her bed in the bin.
marriage can wait, this can't.
you realize in the morning God wasn't with you.
but the hole in your ****** was.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
Valentine's Day,
Wife was away,
Partied all night,
Morning, head was light.
Didn't know what took place,
Until month later came face to face,
With a blond girl,
Her words crashed my world,
With my child she was pregnant,
To marry her it was important,
Tension!
So I took action,
I had medical check up and DNA test,
Doctor told me to relax and smiled his best,
Test showed I could never be a father,
More tension, more bother,
I had three kids at home,
They called me daddy and my wife mum.
Tension!Tension!Tension,
If not mine, whose creation?
15/2/2019.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
My mind is always playing games but it gets to the point where I don’t know if it’s serious or not.
Am I happy? I just laughed at something but I don’t feel happy. Am I sad? I just thought about suicide again..damn. Why do I never wear the same clothes again? Why do I cut my hair so casually as if everyone gets up randomly and shaves their head.. why must I be so care free and then guarded once I have friends? Where did they go? **** I pushed them away again.. but if I try and explain what happened I’ll hate myself because I am a burden..
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
nine months
i cared for you
missing classes for appointments
the shame of having to tell my parents
the constant reminder that i have to do this alone
but with pain
comes beauty
knowing that i will be young
ill get to spend a long time with you
it's me and you till the end.
i had to learn to care for you and myself.
without that one word.
with four letters.
and one syllable.
would i know,
how to be a mother.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Imagine trying to geminate in a stony land
Aiming for the sky to be part of the constellations too
Finding a way between the stones worshiping gravity.
Imagine becoming a star, burning with curiosity,
While the gods who brought you to this world keep shooting you everywhere like a confused lightning.
Imagine your parents mapping their afterlife through your skin
Poor parents marking treasure maps to an innocent soul “KUGATA”
Imagine being taken to doors of prophets, Pastors and Sangomas,
Only to grow up hating neither.
Imagine a pregnant teenager
Who is yet to find her direction
She travelled to heaven through my eyes
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC