Best Abortion Poems

How much more are we willing to lose?
Maybe it will just stop with the right to choose.

Have you thought of that child who got raped in the park?
Imagine her pain each night after dark.

Do you know a pregnant mother with young kids at home?
What if...

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There you are being conceived in your mother's womb. 
Before you know it you will be born in this world 
real soon. 

As you develop; you start to move around. You take in 
your first food as your mom gobbles it down. 

Your ears start...

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Oh, Lord! Lest one is asleep,
the purge to kill you,yet again,
is quite deep.
Some, who read your word in
the Bible, re-create it, with myths
that are long and deep.

Or, they in arrogance and fervent
ignorance stomp, on your words
as but fairy tales.
They are turning the tables on you, 
woking...

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Hocus Pocus

Poets are like magicians.
They trick the heart into feeling, 
“things” they had no idea, were there at all. 

Sadly poets don’t always know how their tricks work. 
They sit and think, and study, and hope and even pray. 
They are prone to mistakes and...

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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...

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A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils 
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality

Crawling underneath a thin veil of darkness 
hiding within bitterness that licks the wounds

As a blindness burns one beggar in hell's soup boils 
tortured by...

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Mixed Messages

One last ticket. 
One last seat on the train. 
Running fast, 
to make it, before there is 
no chance to escape, 
the fate of the ages. 

Stone statues, 
frozen in time... 
put up, taken down, 
pulled apart and destroyed. 
Toys to the elites, 
making...

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Strangers are attacking me; 
ruthless men seek my life—
men without regard for God.  Selah

Psalm 54:3

GOD SEES THE COURAGEOUS AT WORK

Wild-eyed disregard for God —
The mocking tone, the spittoon.

The leering eyes —
they’re tiger’s eyes.

They plop near the weights —
the courageous snakes, and

throw balls of cannon...

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On My Own

It is early in the day for most. 
I am just going to sleep. ‘
This will make many people angry. 
But at times, I just don’t care. 
I wish that I did. 

A glass of wine, a pill from the doctor. 
That is...

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Little lights begin to shine
Tiny heartbeats in the dark
With a glowing hope inside
To shine brighter than the stars

But their possibilities.....
Suddenly come to an end
Echoing in their silent screams
All they could have been

I see a doctor, I see a preacher
A loving nurse...A home school teacher
A little...

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Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She...

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Father of all bombs when dropped 
five times greater than the mother 
Where a fallen angel's dance begins 
fornicating with matter darkening subjects 
through and through dimensions opening a porthole 
Acting a tough guy with your orange face 
shows little wit as one peace maker...

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A poem about infanticide of girls...

"Save Our Sisters!"

Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Strings of girls, strands of pearls, 
Gone, gone, gone. Pretty, pretty, girls.
A mother's hug, a sister’s laugh, a daughter’s kiss
Lost, lost, lost. Missed, missed, missed.

Many girls lost,...

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Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the...

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Always Lamentable

You can run but you cannot hide!
For the face of God watches all
your fiddlings.
And is furious over baby killings.

You can write all the most
moving poetry you choose.
But you won't escape supporting
these pre-birth shreddings?

You really think you aren't 
killing God's creations?
How diabolical to think human life
is...

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