This first poem may not even qualify as poetry as it doesn’t stick to any form. Its definitely not traditional. Its basically a big metaphor, and is partially inspired by Nietzche. The infant is the everyman, and the mother is life.


The infant…no, he wasn’t yet an infant, but only a fetus.

Covered in beautiful life mucous that sustained…

Created, preserved, and eventually destroyed.

Anyway, the infant(fetus) attempted a breath, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. The walls were caving in around him.

Yes, harder and harder he tried, but he was hopelessly trapped.


He burst into the world and tried to crawl back.

But the mother smiled a sweet, sadistic smile and said,

“My child, you can go back! Yes, yes, my child, you can! But this time, through my teeth!”

This was the moment the infant discovered that he wasn’t helpless any longer.

He had eyes, ears, and hands to manipulate things to his will.

Yes, yes…above all he discovered that he possessed will. 

And with that will, still the most powerful of his assets, he commanded his mouth to spew acidic venom at the predatory mother. Before he ran, and eventually escaped, he abused her with his lips and with his harsh, newborn vocal cords.


Then, after escaping, he collapsed into a deep sleep that I believe must have lasted for eons.


And here’s number two, which is a real poem but was shoddily written in about two minutes.


Have we reached the unknown?

Like a cascade of cyclones, this breeze has blown.

Have we reached the end?

Is it hard to admit?

Or is this the beginning

Of our living legit?

So much was under shade

Beneath locks and keys

Now we’re running through the glades

Cliched but we’re free

I think hope just woke up.

She had lost a bet with luck.

But now she is standin’

With Lady Wisdom so true

And we are also standin’

I think she’s pretty too.

  1. Aquileana says:

    The first poem is truly powerful… you are quite right, even a baby has will…
    Schopenhauer would be nodding in agreement as according to him, Will was a leading force, even present in vegetative life
    as to the second poem… I like these verses in particular:
    `Cliched but we’re free,
    I think hope just woke up.
    She had lost a bet with luck´.
    Sometimes what happens is for better , regardless of how bad it could look at first sight.
    All the best to you!, Aquileana😀

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  2. piezoradeon says:

    Will to birth was deep, dark and powerful!
    Yes a foetus (yes, foetus … we use british English here :p) has a right to birth. I felt that if it were addressed as a she instead of a he, it would’ve been more powerful … There’s lot of infanticides for female foetuses in my country and many others in asia and Africa.
    So, just a thought…😀

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    • Thank you so much! Your words really do mean a lot to me. And I agree with you. Putting it in the feminine would probably make it way more powerful because of the misogyny in our world. Honestly though, when I wrote the poem and also anytime I read it now, it was never really about an infant. Its basically just about anyone in the world having to go through life’s challenges(the evil mother) and achieving anything they want through their will to power. But…your words intrigue me. I think you’re onto something and that it might be wise to change it to a feminine fetus, because I am definitely all for poems and stories having double meanings. It would be great for this poem to speak against misogyny as well. Also, mythically at least, the female is more of a metaphor for life than the male. So that would actually go pretty well with what I’m trying to do. Well, once again, thank you, and I’m very glad you enjoyed it!

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  3. […] him (Other than me, of course)? I doubt! I happened to have loved his poems and my favourite one is Will to Birth You have to check it out! He happens to draw too. I would ask him to draw me ruling the world one […]

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  4. shambhavi31 says:

    Very intriguing. The first poem holds so much truth in it. As you continued to speak of the realization of will by the infant, it took the poem in a beautiful direction. 🙂 A product of versatile imagination, I must say.


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