Infertility Poems - Poems about Infertility

Be kinder to the tree, they say Don’t poke or prod or cut at it Don’t try to break its branches Don’t run up to attack it Be kinder to the fish, they say Be gentle with the guppies If caught just let it swim away Don’t try and fish for copies Be kinder to...

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Years delivered my mind, from the shadows left behind, Darkest calamity, sucking me into the tragedy, Feeling less like the dream I chased, like the darkness of disgrace. Soundless images roar through my soul, creating fear, so out of control, while my heart beats, rhythmic, like the colors of woe, lifeless stillness, in the empty room where I...

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Why? No one can explain Why there is so much pain Why will it not work When will it ever come Needle after needle Month after month It’s all the same Just more pain Feelings are indescribable Loss, rage, sad, despicable That’s how my body feels Rejected by the most basic deals Waited for the perfect moment To start this life I was so ready and it was right Been three...

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Though my heart was broken because I never knew you, my unborn, unknown, unfamiliar thought, the one that was much more than an inkling, yet never as familiar as the whisper of a hope. Though I longed for you in this life and never would feel your hand in my own, I would be blessed...

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I remember those moments So far from me now, the past echoes Defeated by the silence of my womb, The deafening silence breaking through Peaceful moments, gentle breathes, Serenity, sincerity, soothing… The longed for caress – softly stilling Cries from the remembered yearnings, The little ones who I never birthed, The beautiful I never touched I remember those moments, Shedding the darkest promptings, The past invading...

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"She is brave and strong and broken all at once." — Anna Funder When spoken, it might seem innocent Like any word – just a word Afterall it doesn’t have hands to maim It doesn’t have feet to trample the faith Even though it rests on the tongue In such a way that it freezes the soul It is just a word...

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Blood – rich whispers of crimson, Like flames melting the feelings beliefs alive, grief that spelled Out the word – I n f e r t i l e Infertility wrenched beauty from my life, Erasing the stars from the night, Darkening my heart – but I survived Yes, I remember I was young one day, Yearning, aching – praying Begging for one smile...

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Infertility Is it a communicable disease? Is it a blemish to the family? Is it a detestable status? Is it an inferior sort? Is it a shameful disability? Is it an imperfect position? Is it a non-human prototype? Is it a punishable crime? Is it a reason to be isolated? Is it a divine curse? Is it an unholy living? Is it an immoral sin? Is it an...

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Every month, ovulating Yearning, breathing in and out In and out, breathing – inhaling Exhaling, panting, gasping Yearning, begging, pleading Please, God, please! Every month, echoing The past months, the years The tears adding up, rivers Of yearning, hopes shattered Moons coming and going, Hearts breaking, interrupting The prayers for a small cry, Every month, praying, praying Imploring God for a child Little eyes, small fingers, toes To count and...

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YÉMIÍTÀN If you would stay do stay Please tease me no longer My body, no more can bear But my heart, yet still craves My womb you make hollow My hopes many times dashed How can you be so heartless With visits that never last Yémiítàn, my precious child This foolery is so much pain Desist your antics my child A mother can no longer bear You prey...

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Infertility Crayons on the wall, muddy feet on the floor; things that I would surely adore. Hugs when you cried, tears that I’d wipe, loving how much that we are alike. My beautiful princess or perhaps my young man; only my dream can understand. I dream and I dream, but my wishes never come true; you don’t know me...

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Infertility If anyone told me that one day I would grow to hate you id say that it was a lie, If anyone told me that one day id see you and feel sick to my stomach and right then and there just want to collapse and die, I would say it was a lie. I hate you, You remind...

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STANDING ALL ALONE THINKING NON BUT ALL NATURE AND DESTINY AT ITS BEST AT WAR BUT WHO WINS GRIEVE NOT WOMAN GRIEVE NOT FOR IS THERE A REASON TO NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE IN THIS LAND WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR MANY YEARS YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER BORE STOP DREAMING THEN STOP DREAMING LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR WITH MILK YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE SEEDLINGS...

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