Evil Baby Poems | Evil Poems About Baby
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Howard Dean, the former
governor of the state of Vermont,
is the world’s biggest titty baby.
He cries when events go contrary
to his warped way of thinking
and soils his wee boy diapers big time.
He makes Bill Maher sound
like a halfway sane human being,
which, until now, was thought
to be an impossible endeavor.
Crybaby Howie is a disgrace
to the whole human race.
Copyright © Jerry Stevenson
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast
birth control and abortion
no babies allowed
Copyright © Juliet Ligon
written 28th sept 2007
It's time to turn this around
the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
I immediately remembered, how to be alive
If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me
I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
Copyright © Denise Hopkins
I'm not political
You can't hear my voice
I have feelings and a heart
Not a vote or a choice
Sells my body, no defense
To make a lot of dollars
But it never made any sense
*One of my political poems
*No defense has a double meaning. PP has no defense for their actions and the child has no defense for their actions.
Copyright © Lyric Man
I need some time to reflect
To dive into my imagination…to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission...
To discover a previous prize
If I could, I could surely give it to you...and fulfill your fantasies
If I could, I could invite you inside my mind...
If I could, I could make you fly away from the world's anxieties
If I could, I could find
You treasure... Beyond measure
This feeling has no name...it has no specific label...
This feeling hunts me down like game...but I must remain capable
Of saving myself and you of course...
Baby, don't get outtah course... You know what I mean
Baby, I want to know what's on your mind...I don't want to force
To answer me immediately...but I want the answer...
They all say it's greener on the other side of the barbwire fence...
Don't fence me in...with your powerful actions and love... I know you...I ain't dense
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life... And delete the strife
From your stressful, fast-pace life
Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings
Way down deep in the depths of hell
There once lived an evil old woman troll
She was haggard, very old and twisted
Her face had warts and was also whiskered
The troll lived alone in an underground cave
She wanted someone with her to be her slave
She wasn’t particular and anyone would do
Troll looked around coz she wasn’t bothered who
One day the troll took a walk outside
An elfin came along and took her as his bride
They lived ever after in the troll’s dark cave
Troll got what she wanted her very own slave
It wasn’t very long before the troll got broody
She was getting angry and was always moody
Elfin decided that she should have a little troll
So Troll had a baby and she treats it like a doll
Baby troll grew up to look just like her mummy
Troll didn’t like having baby troll in her tummy
The baby troll grew up to be an Elfin Troll girl
She had met a partner had his heart in a whirl
So they played at happy families and lived ever after
The underground cave was filled with love and laughter
No more nasty evil trolls lived there anymore
There was love and humour and little children galore
Copyright © Pamela Griffiths