There is a little grave, grown wild
If I could find it I would bring
Some flowers to the unborn child
Held captive in the dark she fears
Poem for unborn child?
Sooooo touching! Immensely creative and paints a good, beautiful picture! Impressive!
I've wrote poems myself but i've never written like that before!
Great work!
Reply:From a emotional stand point, I feel your pain... My mother actually had a miscarriage before having me. And my eldest sister had to have an abortion. (Repeat: had to have.) Otherwise she probably would've died.
From a professional stand point, I'd like to know what the ending is...? I get what your saying completely just as it is, but at the same time I would expect more. Nice start though.
Luck.
Reply:Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. I wrote one after my Dad died that went something like this.
Hands of my Father
Hands withered and worn with age.
Hands that never turned a page.
Hands that could turn and fashion a plow.
Hands of my Father...Death holds them now.
Reply:i love it! it paints a beautiful visual.
Reply:the life of liftid souls
remains in in the hearts of the creator's magitians
heart that holds the sence of love
never let them go from brain
Reply:It is very sad and beuatiful poem.
Please know that your baby is not really "held captive in the dark she fears." She is with God and she is at peace.
Please try to find some peace yourself.
Reply:as our reunion GETS NEARER AND NEARER
FOR EVERY THOUGHT THAT I THINK
YOUR RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD the TEAR RUNS DOWN MY CHEEK
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