Your living flesh, my shelter
This pool of life my home
I feel your hands upon me
Your insides I gently roam
Muffled sound swims to me
Mom, I know it’s you I hear
Safely locked inside you
You are my armor, I’ve no fear
Months pass as mere moments
My world so warm and smooth
Though you not yet know me
You know my every move
You’re by breath, my provider
I’ve grown so big you know
Soon comes your time to greet me
There’s no room left here to grow
Forced from my reality
New worlds gleaming light
Warm tears softly bathe me
It was love before sight.
A contest entry
- Woomb Service by BluesMan.
2800 points, ended April 29, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a really beautiful piece simply put but the words so easily capture your attention.
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Unborn child. This is beautiful. The theme came across very well and you displayed the beauty of the womb very well. I loved it from beginning to end.
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Love this garbait.
congrats on the trophy, well deserved
Thanks for sharing this.
ephiphany
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Good poetry
Its a well deserved bronze. An interesting them that you carried out well.
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You have done what I didn't think possible. I love well rhymed poems you did an excelent job with the prompt. right on point! Thank you for entering my contest.
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How wonderfully beautiful and creative...what a very warm and deep write from the voice of an unborn child...I truly love this write and the view you took with it...the ending is perfect...Excellent!!!
Best to you!
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