"miscarrying" poems - Hello Poetry

Mama always told me that he was a no good, rotten, lowlife son of a gun And everybody knew to stay away from him when the alcohol was running through his veins Really though It was all my fault For tripping down the stairs And miscarrying the baby A bright blue baby boy Came out silent, so ****** quiet He was still and tiny It broke my heart in two seein' his tiny blue hands We buried him under the oak tree In the back yard right under the swing I loved that swing My husband loved his alcohol and hated my incompetence and liked to leave some marks on a woman But I loved him with all of my aching heart even with all the bruises that shaded my skin He was the best thing that ever happened to me I took all the beatings and the nasty words because of it But when he brought home that woman Well, you'd guess I was pretty upset But I refused to go down without a fight So that night I lit a few candles Put on my best nightgown Waited for him in the bedroom Even managed to clean all the dirt out from underneath my fingernails. I was in the garden all day After all it was hard work digging myself up from under the old oak tree

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC

in-a-roundabout-way

The Old Oak Tree

Mama always told me that he was a no good, rotten, lowlife son of a gun And everybody knew to stay away from him when the alcohol was running through his veins Really though It was all my fault For tripping down the stairs And miscarrying the baby A bright blue baby boy Came out silent, so ****** quiet He was still and tiny It broke my heart in two seein' his tiny blue hands We buried him under the oak tree In the back yard right under the swing I loved that swing My husband loved his alcohol and hated my incompetence and liked to leave some marks on a woman But I loved him with all of my aching heart even with all the bruises that shaded my skin He was the best thing that ever happened to me I took all the beatings and the nasty words because of it But when he brought home that woman Well, you'd guess I was pretty upset But I refused to go down without a fight So that night I lit a few candles Put on my best nightgown Waited for him in the bedroom Even managed to clean all the dirt out from underneath my fingernails. I was in the garden all day After all it was hard work digging myself up from under the old oak tree

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Truth is I can blame them for breaking my heart I can scream loudly and tell of how much I gave My loyalty, my heart, my love.... Everything my father instilled in me Though nonsensical, truth is, sometimes the very best is not desired by them Truth is, signals of disaster went ignored For the thought of life like the Cleavers Fairy tale of 50's era love Blinded by the immediate Disposed warnings of the past Miscarrying the trust of my future All to live in the now Now, this moment of smiles This instant where laughter prevails Exchanges of lured glances Mine escaping as i'm exposed Emotions spill over Secrets, I cannot keep Excitement at the possibility of him Weakens the walls Eventually they tumble To reveal what was once hidden While his...yeah his... counterfeit at best Simulated exercises Maybe all to arrive at what lays below my waist But I sensed.... Thought I saw a glimpse.... Betrayal that's plagued me all my life Always present though from it I desperately flee Easier to disregard than to affirm Warning bells blaring Managed to convince myself they were bells of the alter But how can I blame them When I surrender myself for slaughter Melting into the arms of a dangerous stranger Not heeding the voice of my father hopelessly screaming "WAIT" I lunge into the sea of possibilities Only to end up carried by currents to the sea of broken pieces Shards of me destroyed Truth is my pain is self inflicted Never has my father not warned before the storm Force myself to look in the mirror Truth is..I always knew the truth It was much more comfortable to live the lie Truth is I can blame them for breaking my heart I can scream loudly and tell of how much I gave My loyalty, my heart, my love.... Everything my father instilled in me Truth is I bare responsibility for the tears I cry I stand ashamed and disheartened at my truth revealed

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Apr 4, 2011

Apr 4, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC

olivia-m-jackson

Truth

Truth is I can blame them for breaking my heart I can scream loudly and tell of how much I gave My loyalty, my heart, my love.... Everything my father instilled in me Though nonsensical, truth is, sometimes the very best is not desired by them Truth is, signals of disaster went ignored For the thought of life like the Cleavers Fairy tale of 50's era love Blinded by the immediate Disposed warnings of the past Miscarrying the trust of my future All to live in the now Now, this moment of smiles This instant where laughter prevails Exchanges of lured glances Mine escaping as i'm exposed Emotions spill over Secrets, I cannot keep Excitement at the possibility of him Weakens the walls Eventually they tumble To reveal what was once hidden While his...yeah his... counterfeit at best Simulated exercises Maybe all to arrive at what lays below my waist But I sensed.... Thought I saw a glimpse.... Betrayal that's plagued me all my life Always present though from it I desperately flee Easier to disregard than to affirm Warning bells blaring Managed to convince myself they were bells of the alter But how can I blame them When I surrender myself for slaughter Melting into the arms of a dangerous stranger Not heeding the voice of my father hopelessly screaming "WAIT" I lunge into the sea of possibilities Only to end up carried by currents to the sea of broken pieces Shards of me destroyed Truth is my pain is self inflicted Never has my father not warned before the storm Force myself to look in the mirror Truth is..I always knew the truth It was much more comfortable to live the lie Truth is I can blame them for breaking my heart I can scream loudly and tell of how much I gave My loyalty, my heart, my love.... Everything my father instilled in me Truth is I bare responsibility for the tears I cry I stand ashamed and disheartened at my truth revealed

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I'm miscarrying. I'm losing a Child I could never have. I expected an abortion and what I got was a second trimester. I feel like everything beautiful I could ever say to you, Everything that could truly add up to your worth, You already know, and I have never even said them... Except with my eyes. All I want is to have And to hold. I feel you have always known me. Like a little piece of what I am has always been in you And everything you are has somehow sunk into my Conscience, my soul. When I am around you, I feel I have a soul. Remember? An entity. It's really there. People like you make me hope hope hope TO GOD that there is a Heaven People like you make me pray pray PRAY to someone I don't KNOW that we, as a species, can finally transcend and become something MORE. People like you make me BELIEVE that there is a possibility That humans can be the epitome of goodness, and tenderness, and responsibility, and care, and equality, and pensive, and love. I'm honest. Everything will be fine for me: It's fine that I'll cry It's fine that I'll feel depressed It's fine that I'll feel unwanted It's fine that I'll feel neglected And rejected, and pitied, and inadequate... Because these are all normal human emotions. But before this happens, what about... How long we can gaze at each other? What about how perfect our skin feels aligned? What about what those moments made you say? Remember the contentment? The beauty in us Just being there? What about you wanting it more than I did? What was all this? A precursor to a let-down? A build-up and a sudden realization of the fact that we are two separate people who feel completely comfortable as a single whole and you can't handle that right now? Because I could understand that. And I would still be here for you. But for the record... I feel like if this universe were to open up right now And time melted and disintegrated into dust And oceans began screaming and violins exploded And swans sang choruses with choked voices And volcanoes erupted, and bombs fell, and echos stopped And all the bells in the world forgot how to ring, That my last dying wish would be to run as fast as I could To find you. And then I would hold you. And I would hold you as this world collapsed. I would hold you until my hands grafted into your skin I would hold you until we were but skeletons arm in arm Splitting into thousands of pieces from shock waves I would ****** your spine with my fingers until they collided Until the world split directly in half I would rewrite constellations to spell your name, PROUDLY I would cry blood into your soul and you would know what I REALLY FEEL. I would squeeze you so hard that you would HAVE to understand and tell yourself, "These are the very last moments I will live." And, without speaking, my lips would reply, "SO LIVE THEM WELL."

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Jan 1, 2011

Jan 1, 2011 at 8:51 AM UTC

ryan-bowdish

From Crystal Peaks

I'm miscarrying. I'm losing a Child I could never have. I expected an abortion and what I got was a second trimester. I feel like everything beautiful I could ever say to you, Everything that could truly add up to your worth, You already know, and I have never even said them... Except with my eyes. All I want is to have And to hold. I feel you have always known me. Like a little piece of what I am has always been in you And everything you are has somehow sunk into my Conscience, my soul. When I am around you, I feel I have a soul. Remember? An entity. It's really there. People like you make me hope hope hope TO GOD that there is a Heaven People like you make me pray pray PRAY to someone I don't KNOW that we, as a species, can finally transcend and become something MORE. People like you make me BELIEVE that there is a possibility That humans can be the epitome of goodness, and tenderness, and responsibility, and care, and equality, and pensive, and love. I'm honest. Everything will be fine for me: It's fine that I'll cry It's fine that I'll feel depressed It's fine that I'll feel unwanted It's fine that I'll feel neglected And rejected, and pitied, and inadequate... Because these are all normal human emotions. But before this happens, what about... How long we can gaze at each other? What about how perfect our skin feels aligned? What about what those moments made you say? Remember the contentment? The beauty in us Just being there? What about you wanting it more than I did? What was all this? A precursor to a let-down? A build-up and a sudden realization of the fact that we are two separate people who feel completely comfortable as a single whole and you can't handle that right now? Because I could understand that. And I would still be here for you. But for the record... I feel like if this universe were to open up right now And time melted and disintegrated into dust And oceans began screaming and violins exploded And swans sang choruses with choked voices And volcanoes erupted, and bombs fell, and echos stopped And all the bells in the world forgot how to ring, That my last dying wish would be to run as fast as I could To find you. And then I would hold you. And I would hold you as this world collapsed. I would hold you until my hands grafted into your skin I would hold you until we were but skeletons arm in arm Splitting into thousands of pieces from shock waves I would ****** your spine with my fingers until they collided Until the world split directly in half I would rewrite constellations to spell your name, PROUDLY I would cry blood into your soul and you would know what I REALLY FEEL. I would squeeze you so hard that you would HAVE to understand and tell yourself, "These are the very last moments I will live." And, without speaking, my lips would reply, "SO LIVE THEM WELL."

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And always the silent smell Of music follows Each time his name is mentioned Never justice, Covered in ignored pleadings With pinpointed accuracy Constantly kicking The ladder away From his freedom Evidence suppressed and misplaced For 16 years In cross currents Of ignored medical reports Miscarrying justice And innocence Constantly brushed Under the carpets Drawn back on curtains Across hospitals And your bedroom upon release Which eventually killed you A terrible crime With two victims.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC

andy-n

For Stefan Kiszko

And always the silent smell Of music follows Each time his name is mentioned Never justice, Covered in ignored pleadings With pinpointed accuracy Constantly kicking The ladder away From his freedom Evidence suppressed and misplaced For 16 years In cross currents Of ignored medical reports Miscarrying justice And innocence Constantly brushed Under the carpets Drawn back on curtains Across hospitals And your bedroom upon release Which eventually killed you A terrible crime With two victims.

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Ungratefully declining, Throught a hundred ways, Passing Over a thousand of opportunities -Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind- The missing-links putting my mind at ease, Oppening a Ditche in me The hunch I've been here alreaydy Still feeling the drudging soul growing Humanity is Smoldering The cocoon, still could Hatch Hitting, After years of wandering In hazy gream, Miscarrying, Erring throught Dusty Gloom, The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching Foreboding some Ending

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC

leon-sander

Nonchalant Waiting

Ungratefully declining, Throught a hundred ways, Passing Over a thousand of opportunities -Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind- The missing-links putting my mind at ease, Oppening a Ditche in me The hunch I've been here alreaydy Still feeling the drudging soul growing Humanity is Smoldering The cocoon, still could Hatch Hitting, After years of wandering In hazy gream, Miscarrying, Erring throught Dusty Gloom, The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching Foreboding some Ending

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finally... i managed to note down a solving dynamic of a # sudoku... which was always a # to begin with... at no. 10,149: x x x x 5 1 x x x x x 3 2 6 x x x x x 1 x x x 7 9 x 6 x 6 x x 2 x x 3 x 5 3 x 1 x x x x x 9 x 2 x x x 6 5 x x x 7 x x 5 x 8 x x x x 6 x 4 1 x 2 x x 4 x x x x 6 3 hell... could have been miscarrying the algebraic Chi with a 0... how about a sudoku using letters instead of numbers? how about A B C D E F G H I? after all the ancient Romans only used: I, V, X, L, C, D, M hydra of the book of revelation beast... that sort of sudoku would be fun... **** me, i wanted to write out a sequence like this for a long time, but i forgot the linear narrative... here's me having found it, by coincidence: well.. if the French revised the alphabet.. let's make the consonant to vowel ratio equal... when it comes to sequences... I, V, X, L, C, D, M, A, E... x x x x 5 1 x x x x x 3 2 6 x x x x x 1 x x x 7 9 x 6 x 6 x x 2 x x 3 x 5 3 x 1 x x x x x 9 x 2 x x x 6 5 x x x 7 x x 5 x 8 x x x x 6 x 4 1 x 2 x x 4 x x x x 6 3 solved... given the following map: sorry, in linear form, no coordinates... 3 6 5 5 5 6 7 8 4 5 2 9 2 1 3 5 1 3 1 1 1 2 3 3 6 9 8 8 8 9 9 9 7 8 4 8 9 4 7 4 7 7 4 4 4 7 8 8 2 2 7 - 8... **** i'm drunk, i made such bollocking mind of mistakes... i was never going to keep up though... did i solve the "puzzle" though? 7 2 6 9 5 1 3 4 8 4 9 3 2 6 8 7 1 5 8 1 5 4 3 7 9 2 6 7 6 1 5 2 9 8 3 4 5 3 8 1 4 6 2 9 7 9 4 2 8 7 3 6 5 1 6 2 7 3 1 5 4 8 9 3 5 9 6 8 4 1 7 2 1 8 4 7 9 2 5 6 3 maybe another time... when i'm sober... but it would be nice to write a linear narrative of, what, constitutes, a compressed version of: . _______________________________________ / /| / / | /._______________________________________/ | |. | | |. | | |. | / |. ___________________________________|/ yeah... maybe sober next time... it might make a lot more sense filling the blanks of the puzzle... and writing... a... "narrative".

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

darting eyes

finally... i managed to note down a solving dynamic of a # sudoku... which was always a # to begin with... at no. 10,149: x x x x 5 1 x x x x x 3 2 6 x x x x x 1 x x x 7 9 x 6 x 6 x x 2 x x 3 x 5 3 x 1 x x x x x 9 x 2 x x x 6 5 x x x 7 x x 5 x 8 x x x x 6 x 4 1 x 2 x x 4 x x x x 6 3 hell... could have been miscarrying the algebraic Chi with a 0... how about a sudoku using letters instead of numbers? how about A B C D E F G H I? after all the ancient Romans only used: I, V, X, L, C, D, M hydra of the book of revelation beast... that sort of sudoku would be fun... **** me, i wanted to write out a sequence like this for a long time, but i forgot the linear narrative... here's me having found it, by coincidence: well.. if the French revised the alphabet.. let's make the consonant to vowel ratio equal... when it comes to sequences... I, V, X, L, C, D, M, A, E... x x x x 5 1 x x x x x 3 2 6 x x x x x 1 x x x 7 9 x 6 x 6 x x 2 x x 3 x 5 3 x 1 x x x x x 9 x 2 x x x 6 5 x x x 7 x x 5 x 8 x x x x 6 x 4 1 x 2 x x 4 x x x x 6 3 solved... given the following map: sorry, in linear form, no coordinates... 3 6 5 5 5 6 7 8 4 5 2 9 2 1 3 5 1 3 1 1 1 2 3 3 6 9 8 8 8 9 9 9 7 8 4 8 9 4 7 4 7 7 4 4 4 7 8 8 2 2 7 - 8... **** i'm drunk, i made such bollocking mind of mistakes... i was never going to keep up though... did i solve the "puzzle" though? 7 2 6 9 5 1 3 4 8 4 9 3 2 6 8 7 1 5 8 1 5 4 3 7 9 2 6 7 6 1 5 2 9 8 3 4 5 3 8 1 4 6 2 9 7 9 4 2 8 7 3 6 5 1 6 2 7 3 1 5 4 8 9 3 5 9 6 8 4 1 7 2 1 8 4 7 9 2 5 6 3 maybe another time... when i'm sober... but it would be nice to write a linear narrative of, what, constitutes, a compressed version of: . _______________________________________ / /| / / | /._______________________________________/ | |. | | |. | | |. | / |. ___________________________________|/ yeah... maybe sober next time... it might make a lot more sense filling the blanks of the puzzle... and writing... a... "narrative".

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