abortion, baby, cry,
by Arturo Michael |
Mama don't take my breath away
My only chance to love and play
I know you're hurting I can tell
Mama don't give up on me as well
Mama I long to touch your face
Feel the beauty of your grace
I dream one day to see you smile
Mama don't ever say Goodbye
by Mark Turner |
abortion, baby, religious,
The Unborn Child
I wonder will they let me in?
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.
Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.
Oh God, I’ll make them love me,
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.
I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be
by Caren Krutsinger |
abortion, anniversary, for teens, friend, friendship, friendship love, woman,
F Friends have each other’s backs
R Real friends build each other up
I I escape in my friend’s problems
E Enthusiastic together and on the phone
N No is okay, between friends.
D Doing things together feels good.
S Silence is okay
H Have each other’s backs
I I need lots of them, and they rally for me.
P Puts your attention outside yourself
by Faye Gibson |
baby, birth, death, life,
Precious, life sustaining oxygen flows
no longer; linking chord tethering me
severed, I lie upon hard cold table.
I see cloudy images--a table
holds my angel mother. Sweet red blood flows
from soft nurturing nest once holding me.
Mommy, don’t discard your babe. Look at me!
Life can be saved. An abortion table
Should not separate with death our love flows.
Love flows away. Save me from this table.
Copyright, July 17, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
by Terry Burns |
Where does it all end?
It ends Where Love begins.
by J.T. Hayes |
daughter, faith, family, health, life, loss, love, people, political, religion, sister, social, teen, wife,
It's against the law to kill someone,
who hurts you in some way.
But murder is always justified,
by mothers everyday.
When you think about abortion,
do you see the child inside?
The babies life you want to stop,
has no where else to hide.
You tell yourself many things,
like it doesn't have a soul.
Think of the future your about to destroy,
by using birth control.
There are many ways to save it's life,
for the mothers who do not care.
And adoption is the answer,
for a couple in despair.
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
baby, family, sad,
I was an unwanted child
Declared undesirable by conception
Abortion was prohibited by law
A little child, a little body
Two small ears like clam shells
Sky blue eyes
A beautiful little girl, so kind and good
Why didn't you love me?
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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6 TO 8 - MELODY OF SADNESS
3 place in the contest
Poetry Contest - Nette Onclaud
by Reason A. Poteet |
11th grade, appreciation, celebration, prayer, spiritual,
You alone are the
Absolute and Almighty Authority
--Appoint and anoint us as agents
in your army against the antagonist
as he awaits his Avenger and the abyss
You are our Advocate,
abiding, awe-inspiring, able, and appealing
--Admonish us again in our avarice,
abuse and anger
--Aid us also to abandon adultery, abortion,
apostasy, arrogance and anxiety.
You are the Ancient of Days, the Alpha, Abba,
Adonai, Anointed One and the I AM.
--Accept the aroma of agape love arising in
the air as we act in one accord.
written March 28, 2019
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Contest: ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD
by Messoh Vincent |
abortion, absence, angel,
The stump on which I sit
Drawn to reverie each new day,
Today was wet with mist;
A trait of the mystery
Of dew on my stump.
All the tall grass
Around the foot so lovely
Like stockade in their dance.
With leaves fresh with dew,
My soul fortress of refuge.
This stump on which I sit
Today on it I can't sit
Unless I accept to get wet
With red quill ink like dew
On the stump I so much love.
And so from beside the stump
Where lay buried a precious childbirth
I stay with my head on my laps
As with emotion these lines I write
For the dew on my stump.
by Jimmi Canada |
abortion, appreciation, memory, motivation, moving on, poets, teen love,
operating a pertinence undue to the mean-streak-
my man was a real porter but not so Greek-
hella' greedy like the weak,
hairy in ecstasy,
sternly speeding within his hoarse feet,
he'd leverage the wage against a narrowing bridge,
fitting neatly into scenes,
he'd soccer around his thing to bring out the majority of me.
by Brandlynn Young |
confusion, sad, time, god, god, drug,
If children are a blessing from God
Then why hasn’t He blessed me?
Could it be that I’ve written about His love
I’ve seen young mothers, just teens they are
Brag about their abortion date
I saved myself for marriage
Am I the object of God’s hate?
Why is life, I’m asking now,
Why is it so unfair
He’ll give a child to everyone else
To all those who don’t even care
I don’t do drugs, or drink, or smoke
But I’m infertile anyway
I have served God for all of my life
Then me he decides to betray
Just one little baby, is it too much to ask
Is it too much for god to let be?
After I get to carry one full term
I promise to have a hysterectomy.
by Dawn Gordon |
When one is woken by the all mighty and greatest Lord,
Sins come crashing down in the mind like a slaying sword,
An abortion post was simply printed to try to clear a guilty mind,
Words across a screen to try to make it up to God in a poetry kind.
It was called post guilt and never was it any type of post love,
Only trying to clear a consciousness with the Lord above,
A gal needs to accept she was nothing but a filthy mistake,
He displaced a slithering serpent or what men call their "snake"
by keisha WALDRON |
abortion, august, beautiful, birth, blessing, butterfly, childhood,
My life is like a marry go round
in the beginning it was full of
joy and laughter. In the middle
i find love also i was green.
I have been use and abuse i have
been lie to an tease in school even
were lock up as a teen. For know
reason my life story i can write a
book even about my childhood. I
always were the black sheep still
am i don't know if this my mom karma
or just a plain disaster.So i get on my knees
and pray faster.I were always looking
for love in all the wrong place until
my kids came along and i saw there face
my life line, my heart beat even when i put
them to sleep they are my life.
by SillyToy Boys |
abortion, best friend, betrayal, boy, break up, child abuse, farewell,
I looked at the toys and thought how silly
And what if I called him mr. Billy
He stroked my face and said it looked sweet
I knew he was the man I wanted to meet
I thought to myself how delicious
It would be if I made myself Nutritious
He gave me a lick
So I gave him a kick
Yet I am a boy and you are a toy
So forever alone we are
With our tiny baby feet
Oh how I love the silly little pinky toe
by GERT WEWEGE |
abortion, emotions, hope, loss,
I know it was a sad day indeed
It did not matter about her plead
Her emotions just flew scatter
Her heart broken and shatter
Many nights she prayed
Tears could not be swayed
Heartbroken eyes just stared
Will their hands ever be paired?
Family extended by more
Love our heart will adore
A stranger from the same blood
Tears of joy will flood
Mom made sure it’s not too late
She sent us our big sister, after long wait
by Edward Ebbs |
abortion, abuse, birth, care, conflict, creation, family, hope, hurt, journey, life, love, mother, sad, slavery, tribute, visionary, voyage,
begins with abuse
from an angry seed
a heart starts beating
the rape victim
carries a child
she taught me to love
not always easy
wanting to be loved
not just baggage
waiting for a smile
I love you for you
thankful for mom
she chose me
believing in life
deserves a chance
Edward J Ebbs- Feburary 19, 2017
by LEON WILSON |
hope, life, love, mother, love, me,
How long will I have to wait
Inside this warm embrace
Protected from the outside world
In love I am encased.
I did not plan to be here
I did not have a say
All I ask is love me mummy
Don't throw my life away.
As yet I have no arms or legs
Eyes, so I can see
But when I'm born and in your arms
You will be so proud of me.
So I just can't wait to come
I have so much love to give
This one thing I ask of you
Mummy let me live.
From your unborn baby
by Dunstan christian |
2nd grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, abortion, adventure, allegory,
Every woman got beauty, but you are most beautiful in humanity, even without a make up to beautify, yet you shining like a butterfly, i love the way you smile and i'm happy to have you by my side, baby this is all 'bout love, you are beautiful to you i sing this song.
by Iger Rolyat |
abortion, black african american, creation, death, grief, humanity, pain,
What mind enlightened of God
Could reconcile a forsaken entrustment...
To guardian the yet unborn?
What eye that sees by Light
Could blind itself this darkest deed?
What hand that prays and gropes in want
Could withhold the need of life to live?
What heart that beats the pulse of life
Could be so cold to life's own seed?
What ear that yearns to hear the truth
Could deafen life's resounding call?
What mouth could speak, of love, of life
Yet mute these words than witness truth?
What life of love where no love for life?...
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
by Akash Sagar |
abuse, baby, betrayal, cry, life, love, mother,
The most beautiful dream,
Woven for nine months;
In each and every SHE's mind.
All of a sudden encounters,
The worst nightmare;
A shameful dare.
He/She inside her,
Gets stabbed innumerable times, maliciously;
With reasons like infidelity,
Sometimes, as an unwanted burden
And at times, for dreaming it too early.
Ooh !! The brutal, heinous Martian mind;
Spare that innocent foetus Child,
Who sleeps cozily in the cradle of womb;
A bondage imprisoned to commit an ignorant suicide;
Ooh..!! Do not kill a beautiful tomorrow.
After all, life is bliss;
Ooh !! And poor baby unfortunately,
Your share you have missed.
by Christian Guild |
lost, lost love, love, lust, universe,
The stars whisk through the sky.
I move to a city a hundred miles away.
The moon glazes upon the shimmering ocean blue.
I rest my arms across the table contemplating whether this could be false or true.
A supernova collapses light years in the past.
Our love would never last.
The universe on it’s great expansion,
as our distance had an abortion.
by liam mcdaid |
abortion, abuse, forgiveness, hate, heart, hope, love,
Where gossip hits a sudden death
when it enters a wise person's ears
Your words are displeasing to me
choice has two characters
one that hates the other's love
I can taste the bitterness of your soul attacking
forcing your opinion as having direct value
over something you know absolutely nothing
The targeting of the innocent
is the acts of a bully cornered
by liam mcdaid |
abortion, anti bullying, blessing, evil, hate, love, truth,
The silent acquiescence to evil becomes transparent
it sits on the sideline afraid to choose a side
letting sin trample all over good values into condemning them as false
Where honesty lacks any sort of fire or deep conviction
but yet those whom are filled with hate are driven by their passion
let us pedal this for what it is
How does one unlock the mindset caught in a trap
snared they become supporting vices seeking children
hell bent on destroying the normal family structure
enough is enough when you see clearly
The sacrifice is done in blood attacking the innocent
guilt has only one face and hides behind a mask of deceit
by DAVID WAWERU |
abortion, break up, career, death, heartbreak, hurt, prison,
Why this day you break
The only productive twig
The giver of life to many
A shelter to the birds
Of different kinds and color
Not even a tear you wipe
Your eyes dry like charcoal
In love you were with it
All gone never to be
Not even a seed you protected
To continue the twig life
Why think its cursed?
Yet the best it produces
Even in dry or wet seasons
The twig will grow stronger
In another world.
A new person will till
Till fully grown to produce
by james saidi |
abortion, absence, abuse, adventure, arabic, august, birth,
love is like mathematics....
you add yourself..
subtract the hate...
divide your time...
multiply your feelings...
you will have to factorise your communication before you underline your status in your calculative love zone and begin to do your statistics of drawing your frequency smooth curve as you are lining up your little human beings while you are going to the positive side of your love number line, so this love you can name with a number 1because 2 are involved. so if you want to be in love, just add yourself and do as math.