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Infertility Poem Collection
When do I stop?
When do I stop?
When do I realize it's enough?
Why does it have to be me
who has it so tough?
There are many out there
who are evil and cruel.
Yet do You burden them
with an infertility curse?
A 16 year old delivers
a healthy baby boy
then throws him in the garbage
like some old broken toy.
A drug addict
has 3 beautiful little ones
and beats them black and blue
for nothing they have done.
A worn-out woman
with already more than she can bear
sighs dissapointedly
when she sees two lines are there.
God give me one, just one
to cherish all my days
And I promise that to You I'll give
all glory, credit and praise.
Make it stop
this intense longing and fear.
Please give me a child
that I can hold near! Author of this Infertility Poetry
Shelley Cross
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You who never arrived You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment.
All the immense
images in me– the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me. You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house–, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening… -Rainer Maria Rilke
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dancing
In the middle of the class
on the floor, dancing
suddenly I remember the child.
O where is my child? A voice breaks through the air
which only I hear
but everyone stops dancing. Am I not barren? Music urges me on.
My feet, head, heart bear
the stone which keeps beating. My child is not here.
My child is not dancing.
Dancing I carry the barren.
Author of this fertility poetry
Jan Michelson
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A Fertility Prayer
stirring
womb knowing
an arrival is near
journeying
along darkness
settling into a nest
expelled
womb sadness
shedding violent tears
a prayer
heartfelt enquiry
into the nature of being
glimmering
tentative feelings
swallowed by love
stirring
womb knowing
THE arrival is near
author of this fertility poetry
Milliande
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In Valid Feelings
Within you was a burning need
I could not satisfy.
My broken seed would not allow
The joining of our essence.
So we turned to science
To find a way to mimic
Or bypass natures tools,
And give us new life. High with hopes and full of love
We learned of methods used.
Of ova, sperm and embryo,
Of ultrasound and drugs. But soon reality crushed us.
There was no excitement here.
Instead of flesh and pleasure
There was cold hard steel and pain. I can't erase the etching
Scraped into my mind,
Of the needles given to you,
Some driven by my hand. Your tears of pain were echoed
In every part of me.
Each stab a mortal wound
To our unity once strong. The spark was then rekindled
When under the microscope
We saw groups of cells,
Clumped together,
Fusions of you and I. An agonizing wait,
A nervous phone call made.
Soaring hope came crashing down.
Those tiny threads of life were no more,
Lost,
Gone. Emptiness invaded us
Shattering dreams of if.
Grief pervading every breath
Despite the briefness of that flicker. We mourned the passing
Of those tiny lives made of us,
Then buried the remains
Of all that once was 'we'. Your need remains unfulfilled.
My guilt is justified. Author of this infertility Poetry
Lloyd Klumpp
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Useful Advice
You're 37? Don't you think that maybe
It's time you settled down and had a baby?
No wine? Does this mean happy news? I knew it!
Hey, are you sure you two know how to do it?
All Dennis has to do is look at me
And I'm knocked up. Some things aren't meant to be.
It's sad, but try to see this as God's will.
I've heard that sometimes when you take the Pill--
A friend of mine got pregnant when she stopped
Working so hard. Why don't you two adopt?
You'll have one of your own then, like my niece.
At work I heard about this herb from Greece--
My sister swears by dong quai. Want to try it?
Forget the high-tech stuff. Just change your diet.
It's true! Too much caffeine can make you sterile.
Yoga is good for that. My cousin Carol--
They have these ceremonies in Peru--
You mind my asking, is it him or you?
Have you tried acupuncture? Meditation?
It's in your head. Relax! Take a vacation
And have some fun. You think too much. Stop trying.
Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying?
Author of infertility poetry
Catherine
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Infertility Poem for Mothers Day
I am afraid
To plant this seed. The sun is warm,
The earth is rich and ready,
But the days go by,
And still no planting.
Why? The springtime of my life
Is passing, too.
And ten years' planting
In a willing soil
Have borne no living fruit.
So many times I've waited,
Hoped,
Believed,
That God and nature
Would perform
A miracle
Incredible but common. Nothing grew.
And often times I feel
The mystery of life and growth
Is known to all but me,
Or that reality
Is not as it appears to be. I have a choice:
To put aside this seed,
Leaving the planting
To the proven growers,
Pretending not to care
For gardening,
And knowing
If I do not try Or plant,
And risk again
The well known pain
Of watching
For the first brave green
And seeing only
Barren ground. He also spoke
About a seed,
The mustard's tiny grain,
Almost too small to see,
But, oh - the possibilities!
Those who doubt,
Who fear,
Are not inclined to cultivate it.
But it was to them He spoke. And God remembered Sarah...
Rachel...
Hannah...
Elizabeth... The seed is in my hand,
The trowel in the other;
I am going to the garden
And the Gardener,
Once more. Author of this infertility poem
Margaret Munk
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Where Can Grief Live??
Poem about my stillborn daughter, Amanda Joy
I'm desperately looking for
that place so deep inside
where it's all settled in
and just fine to let it ride.
I've tried so hard to carry
it in my hand
but it fell right through
like fine and shifting sand.
Now on my shoulders
seemed to be the logical place
but I didn't like it there
so very close to my face.
So I tied it up in a bundle
at the end of a long stick
and it worked just fine
until I got sick.
I had to set it down
and it didn't like me then.
It told me that to not carry it
was definitely a sin.
Exhausted and depressed
sore and tired and sad
I asked it where?
What place left I had?
It smiled sweetly and said
the one place you haven't yet tried.
Confused, I asked
"Where?" as I sighed.
So it crawled into my
broken, hurting, bleeding heart
and settled in so gently
and me to start.
So I got up and found
That the place it found there
was perfect, bittersweet,
and yet full of care.
Finding the place in my heart
where grief can comfortably reside
was a feeling of such relief
I no longer have to hide.
Infertility Poetry
By Stephanie Marottek
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Miscarriage Moon
I stand weeping, gazing out my window at the moon.
It swells, full of promise and mystery.
The tides that surge and move
within the bodies of fecund women have deserted me.
I am cut off from nature and life,
berefit as the tiny lives within me ebb and seep from my womb.
Three times in the past two years this has happened:
my body swells with promise and life,
my heart rises and fills with hope and love.
Then, quietly, insiduously,
I begin to bleed and another part of my soul dies. I press my hands to my empty womb. Where do they go,
these tiny lives that I conceive?
Are they with me still? They are. I carry their unlived lives within me.
My heart waits and listens
for the chatter of a five year old Robyn,
the bravado of a two year old Jesse,
the tender mewling of a nurseling Summer.
And now, these unborn twins that are leaving me,
will they join my invisible family,
the infants that I have not carried to independent life,
the tiny ones who have lived out their entire existences within my being? They will.
I will never forget you, my forever babies.
I will sing your songs within my heart.
I will grieve always for you, but never regret that you lived,
however briefly.
I'll always rejoice that you existed, quietly intertwined within me. Poetry by Kathryn Miller Ridiman
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