Abortion Poems

Listen to the Wind

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Constance la France
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“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet

             



Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun

thy worldith thy endith ith

thy worldith isith thy canvasith.
thy painterith thy paintith.
thy poetith, makeith thy poetith.
thy worldith thy endith.
chickenith jockeyith.

the break up

The Breakup 

How cruel I was
cold shoulder against love
no reconciliation 
her heart was as cold
as mine
The night was endless
The day saved by a dog
I had some news beginning
but without her
She was not a part
It ended fairly 
She had a home, but not
near
My aloneness was great
the dog and I, in the forest
unruffled by reality 
Eating lunch in a beautiful
café, she

Killing fields of the west'

First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put

thehehe

hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
spooky ghost.
hautning ghost
your mum
your mum
boo!
poopoopeepee yourself.
an enderpearl

number

one to three.
i am free
to touch this tree
with my family.
coming in hot!
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sauntering

Sauntering


How does one go about writing 
a lovely poem, one that does not have lines
like comparing her eyes to a crying 
Morning rose alone all night in the garden

I like olives, not the plant that is, rather
boring, but it's fruit, in a jar with the pips
taken out and free of bother, going through
pages finding a word that fits

Magic spell of rain

monsoon cloud kiss forehead
of the mountains and melt down
magic spell of rain

Won't Take That

She gave her word and I just believed,
was the best thing that happened to me,
but, before long, on camera I see
her sneaking with a man who lives up the street.

Probed her for truth, but, oh, she just lie,
never had a hint of guilt in her eyes,
how can someone feel that justified,
even showed her the tape,

cowboy poem

Cowboy poem

Cityscape, tall building, and smog-filled evening sky
In New York, no one sleeps here; a camel smokes
a cigarette and no one  finds that unusual
The big apple, tall women, and juicy scandals, what
else is there to know
Prosperity, even a bus driver can make it rich
be frugal, collect his mother's pension long after 
She has died or gone to Galveston

For Comparison Competition

Happy Mother’s Day!
Hooray, should I say?
Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool

I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least– 
and the platinum pillows from whence they came
Whizzing by like my long four years of fame,
Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew

Oh no, I must go
She’s as happy as a blobfishy
How was I to

summer and a dog

Summer and a dog

Pure sunlight on a forever blue sky
beaches full of laughing people and
Happy Holiday, by Cliff Richard
Out of the sun glare came a cur
an emaciated dog that had walked
and walked for many miles to reach
a goal, finding the way home
Under a bush, it collapsed, and I gave her
water, found food for her, yes,

It's a girl

“It's a girl!”
The female form, the rounded edges
 that soothe and nurture
Shaped and created by gentle hands 
to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm 
Beast of burden
I was formed this way and 
now I am bruised and soft
 from the many blows life has landed upon me
As ages pass,we continue to strive 
to be

A piece to heart

A piece to heart 
BY:KHANYA

ive found my own,
alone 
leaving my heart in shambles dark in the cold
as i was told,
that love is a place where you’d find peace and 
yet i believed otherwise because i was crossed so many 
times 
but this time i thought of you and i wanted 
nothing but to be loved

Summer Perdition

after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

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A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these sizzling surfaces.

It is not surprising I wear cool clothing
and masquerade serenity.

Swollen laburnum pods harbour their horror -
wombs cradling their malignancies.

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