Poems About: BIRTH

In this page, poems on / about “birth” are listed.

  • 109.
    The Masks

    we have many masks
    for anything
    and everything
    for anyone read more »

    Denny M.X.
  • 110.
    Fourteen Hours

    Cerulean light powerfully evident
    Sucks from the bosom of the wind
    Giving birth and paling
    Producing a newborn sun read more »

    Kirk Thomas
  • 111.
    Memories

    Memories have no age, no death but birth.
    They come out not as per seniority.
    Love and hatred have given them birth.
    Pain and pleasure are their end products. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 112.
    It is the universe

    Construction is by destruction.
    Destruction is by construction.
    Living is by killing.
    Killing is by living. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 113.
    An Egyptian Freedom Falcon Flies Battle Cry Freedom

    over Egyptian sands past monolith waiting pyramids
    royal falcon flies sands where prophet Moses lead
    own enslaved people to a long awaited promised land
    finally after waiting thousands of years a leaderless read more »

    Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
  • 114.
    Your Light Is On

    Statues of Nebuchadnezzar like salt wounds
    Empires mean nothing to the lonely read more »

    Joseph Narusiewicz
  • 115.
    Kyku

    A kyku
    A fantasy creature
    A once angel
    Thrown from heaven read more »

    Tommy D'Attore
  • 116.
    And He

    And He created us,
    Humans with two heads,
    Four arms,
    Four legs read more »

    Pascale Ost
  • 117.
    Events immaterial

    Birth is unforgettable; so is death.
    My birth is beyond my memory.
    My death is after my memory.
    Why must I mind about other events? read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 118.
    Indians' Life

    Today is Gandhi's birthday.
    Who care his year of birth?
    Today is that actress' birthday.
    How can I find her year of birth? read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 119.
    Life Within You (Birth)

    Birth brings life to a wonderous world
    Baby untouched, warm and curled
    Pure blue eyes and pale pink lips
    Straight red hair and tiny little hips. read more »

    Sarah Simard
  • 120.
    God's Color

    Blind
    Since birth,
    Blind to the beauties
    To the duties read more »

    Persian Nightingale
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